Bear Care Poems | Examples
These Bear Care poems are examples of Care poems about Bear. These are the best examples of Care Bear poems written by international poets.
Warmth spreads like sunshine on frosted stone,
wanes within the unsolicited kindness seeds sown.
Wounds sewed with strings torn from fabric of care,
carrying quiet scars unsaught empathy bounties bear.
And in the path laid out in front of my feet.
I could see though long it had many turns for me to meet.
Parts thin and long where patience would I seek.
Parts spinning round where mistakes I make I would greet.
Parts where no way was there. Needing perhaps a leap of faith or even blind trust I’d bear.
Parts burning in fire where I must dare.
On the other side now aged, battered and worn.
I must not subside to sorrows that I have born.
I must take the way and face the turns.
I must see the light and feel the burns.
I must not give my life to worry and despair.
I must walk alone in the dark and know I’m
there.
Until the light in my eyes decides to kill its flame.
I must walk in life and find the strength to care and remain.
There once was a man with orange hair
That his wife could hardly bear
So he shaved off his head
Just before he went to bed
But his wife said "I really don't care"
“A people few in number”
with an outsize burden to bear
With Russia and Ukraine
simply compare
More killed there
this century than anywhere
~ Does anyone care
A gentle care bear drifts on a cotton sky,
Where imagination fans its wings so high.
In soft dream, he cruises past starry streams,
Lost in sweet reverie, where wonder gleams.
With playful whimsy, clouds become his throne,
A castle where he laughs, all on his own.
Through misty halls of hallucination, bright,
His visualization , a magic in pale light.
The bear floats on, heart open and free,
A silent hug in that cloud-land fantasy—
Where every child can drift and see,
A world from words, alive in reverie.
What color are your eyes?
What weights are they showing you bear?
Your tired eyes, they're piercing,
They're too heavy to offer self care.
You're exhausted, but need not rest,
Sleeping won't cure what's hiding.
Do my eyes offer yours comfort?
Do they warm you to confiding?
I know mine just as well,
I'm aware mine paint demise.
But I don't mind so still I ask,
What color are your eyes?
Walls
Sometimes we put up walls.
Not to keep people out.
But just to see who cares,
enough to knock them down.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
I am haunted by your words, hunted…by their meaning,
Torn to pieces and healed, at once alone, and embraced…
I wish you could see what I see, all this beauty…and heartbreak
I cannot bear them without you, come, and share my soul…
Drink deep of who I am, tear me open… unveil me,
Until I rest naked, in the light of your love…
I can see it through your eyes.
I can see into your storm.
I can look at the pain inside.
I can feel the hole it’s formed.
I can help with words, my strength, my love, my time for you to own.
I can see it through your eyes.
I now know what you bear inside, it’s time to let it go.
The scars have healed but the pain still lives and breathes, I know.
I will catch you when you fall, I am here my love.
Let the pain release, let the sorrow go.
You’re no longer on your own.
I can see it through you’re eyes, all those lonely tears you’ve cried - not for you no more.
Hold on to me my love.
I won’t let you go.
I want you to know that I know.
I want you to know you’re not alone.
And so you’re here. You’re here again.
To cloud my mind, to watch the strain?
To bear your eyes when I can’t see, you bear your eyes all night on me.
I close my eyes knowing that you are there.
But to haunt a life, a soul must care!
I don’t know if it’s weakness, foolishness or simply a wanting for you to dare?
You can’t hurt me now. My soul just doesn’t care.
Written: October 29, 2023, For Miranda Hawley Sonnet Contest
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In a quiet dream, voice, peace, and stillness
Where time stays still and dread of the wildness
A peaceful moment in the sky's embrace
I crystallize brightness through scenic grace.
Splashing birds and water swirl in the stream.
Birds fly with grace, darting if they're a dream.
Nature starts to portray its symphony.
Peace song tale that is yet epiphany
Surface ripples twiddle a peaceful dance.
A serene and reflective sparkle chance
So dulcet in this universe of peace.
I'm wrapped in it right now, sensing at ease.
Silence is where wisdom and calm reside.
As oceans slowly bear their secret side.
Teddy looked sad, forlorn cold and bare
Sat on the bed with nothing to wear
So aunty got out her knitting pins
To knit Teddy some warm cosy things.
First came a jumper in shades of blue
Then some trousers, the same colour too
Also a scarf, a hat and some mitts
To please Pip, her young nephew that is.
Aunty knitted all day and all night
To please her Pip in the morning light
And to delight his Teddy bear too
They mean the world to her do those two.
Teddy looked dapper in his outfit
Pip was thrilled and gave aunty a kiss
Teddy thanked her with a cheeky wink
Aunty blushed, but she was tickled pink.
From the groves of eucalyptus,
Over the hills of Alpine trees,
I bring for you,
The smell of roses.
With the shimmer of dew,
A charming, enchanting dream.
Sweet, shut your eyes,
Nightingales singing on boughs,
Fireflies hovering around the lamp post,
For you I bring sleepy teddy bear,
A charming, enchanting dream.
Beloved eyes, goodnight,
In the gentle moon's embrace,
With twinkling stars as your companions,
I tenderly lay my touch upon you,
A gentle stroke of affection,
A charming, enchanting dream.
Grief through the eyes of my son,
Bring sorrow to my eyes,
Witnessing the pain,
The daily heartbreak,
The longing for his mom,
Hugs with laughter no more.
I see his tears fall like rain,
As he speaks her name in vain,
His heart aches with every breath,
For the love that he knows is now death.
I wish I could take his pain away,
And bring back the joy of yesterday,
When his world was bright and full of light,
And his mother's love was his guiding sight.
But now he wanders lost and alone,
His heart heavy like a stone,
And though I try to ease his pain,
I know it will never be the same.
For grief is a burden that we must bear,
And though it may seem unfair,
We hold on to the love we once knew,
And pray that it will guide us through.
Patient to doctor said so sore
“I can’t bear this pain any more
Kill me…I want to die
My lips are going dry”
Said doc, “For that I am called for”