Borne Poems - Poems about Borne

Life in a Jar I’d like to find a special jar To put aside some life, A jar that keeps both face and form, And stints the scourge of change. I’d put therein, a rusted leaf, Or summer’s one perhaps, To always have the seasons at The twisting of a wrist. I’d put therein, my true love’s kiss, To always know its...

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The men went through the fields and gardens, Ripping the weeping petals off of flowers Which had not yet blossomed, Claiming their beauty was not right. The men shouted until their voices grew tight and ragged, Pulling wild horses by their manes to the stables, Angry that they ran and bucked. The men sharpened their swords, And scored one another with gashes and...

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I have being sending out telegrams to forsake my whereabouts, as a fully qualified survivor I'm trying to reach your heart you're laughing at me chewing on your foibles You cried like Cinderella claiming you had no friends and worse was to follow You blew out all the candles proclaiming what is to be done banished to foreverland borne to repeat the same error again...

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Water-borne diseases Man senselessly increases With his trembling “No” To drinks he doesn’t know Instead of “The firmest” That portrays “The Dead Earnest” Water-borne diseases One hopelessly increases By not taking The Certified Pure Or with a bow declining The Impure Between tap water adjudged pure And liquor blissfully a lure. Isn’t affordable to the poor Bottled water for official tour? Then, one always pick one up after manicure Beating...

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I see the bends in the straight lines. Convince me it’s water when I see wine. The lies behind the fake or sincere smiles. The dirt track road of miles and miles. The pain behind the smiling eyes. I see the cruelty and loneliness that you create. I see unbearable pain borne alive, awake. No matter what colour their skin or how...

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Maya Hypnotic trance Dance of duality Joy and sorrow intermingling Truth veiled 27-October-2020...

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It didn't need to grow wings, it floats on the breeze. Or... If you don't believe science, you might as well pray to idols....

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dandelion drift soft the seeds set sail windward ... next year's bright meadow ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Hi-Ku (3)" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Writing Challenge 3,...

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In my garden flowers grow, But I did not plant them though. Borne on the wind, wild seeds found Just by chance my piece of ground. Through the winter months they slept, Beneath the soil, safely kept. Then when springtime called anew, Their time had come, so they grew. A riot of colour filled my plot, Wild flowers grew in every spot. What could a...

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Bright burst of light to purge the dark, Observe the change of vision here; Rush of new sight that lights a spark, Nature feels strange in new found cheer; Emerge from old to a life new. Apt the light feel as love makes right, Gain what takes hold in being you; Attest deep zeal as joy takes flight, Indulge calm fest with a...

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You are a thorn, borne deep in my heart The prick that sticks me with each breath I take A tether, whether I want to be bound to you or not The flame I blame for burning holes in my soul Droning chants are rants lingering in my mind Rumblings and...

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No one knows the sure way Watch the show that sets stay Set the time to feel space Void in mime shows a trace No one part can fit reach Know the heart each to each Mind the feel now and here Know a will in sure cheer No one tells of this loss Strain now dwells in odd toss Heed the nudge of wild...

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Villanelle: The fall from grace is the shame borne as lost face The fall from grace is the shame borne as lost face What were once cherished hopes serve only to nag The first to fall papal pride in the purple stride of mace All that one once fought for family position place Lie now trodden by the wayside no...

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Lost am i pondering over thoughts lost in lines faded in legend. Before like a belive o the jews so sealed was my faith accepting all without question beliving without thinking. Authors and pens wrote the tales mortals and angels gave it a name. "the beautiful ones are not yet born" i dare to doubt like a religious rebel rise i in revolt. I belived once in the written pages but now...

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