Unburdens Poems | Examples

Summer Breeze

Softly the summer breeze
Unburdens me ~
Maybe life will unfold delightfully 
Maybe spitfully,
Even tragically (if true love fails)
Remember me!

Balmy weather makes me remember
Riotous behavior,
Even though I was younger,
Eventually outgrown,
Zephyrs of summer remain perfumed
Ever after.

Mary's Healing Grace

In Mary's gentle gaze, a haven blooms,
My soul unburdens amidst her room,
She cradles words I've long kept concealed,
A guardian of emotions, revealed.

With empathetic ears, she tunes in,
In silence, healing gently begins,
Her counsel, a lantern through darkened haze,
Guiding me through life's intricate maze.

Through teardrops shed and laughter shared,
She fosters trust, no judgment bared,
In this sacred space, I find release,
Embraced by solace, my heart finds peace.

Mary, my beacon, my mental embrace,
In your care, I find strength and grace,
To speak and listen, soul unshackled free,
In your embrace, I become me.

Reciprocity

Throuch  life we seek
company for our intimate absences,
Presence for our uncertainties...
We seek in others, the word
that takes us to the future and unburdens us
the hurts...
We seek company for our emptiness,
prestige for our missteps,
applause for our mistakes...
That, we seek, but almost never
We offer in return...
Reciprocity we almost always erase...
But isn't that what they're also looking for in us?
We are what we offer... this law is fundamental!

Where a Man Can Cry

Her soft bosom
Her tender lap
Where a man unwinds ~
 Unburdens his heart
 To a sympathetic mind

Port in the storm
Oasis -- to restore, refresh
 Without strings attached
 Constricted or enmeshed

A Unique Soul's Love

A unique soul's love

Your love unburdens my sins.
Your care vanishes my pains.
Now disclose my gem,
What better am I to owe you?

Your kisses heal wounds of vulture's lust.
Your words lightens my dark.
Now express my dear,
Since when have you been a feminist?

Your stories make me a phile.
Your smile drives me crazy.
Now confess my dear,
Is this love or care?

No flirting, no lusting,
I feel comfortably blushing.
No confinement, no detaching,
I feel securely flying
If it's the real you,
Too worthy to lose.

Germination

When hurt descends from the tree of life and

The stepladder breaks straight onto your pain

A trampoline turned jo-jo strangles creeping ivy

Entangles in trapezes and dreams of surrender


Pick me up where I have buried my wounded soul

Uncover my darkness and cradle my weeping heart

Mind gaps’s emotions and feelings of rational thought

Transcend into vibrating light of balance and harmony


At the bottom of searching for circles’ impermanence

Rests a rusty wheel barrow that nestles a garden of love

Sheds a load from my shoulders and unburdens torment

Fallow fields harbour seeds of regrowth and compassion


15th January 2020

A World Without Songbirds

To lose our songbirds would be so tragic,
for their tunes hold a special magic.
And nature’s music unburdens the heart, 
providing ebbing souls with a jumpstart.

The robin's chirp heralds the melting snow,
as the goldfinch serenades the meadow.
And in the spring, flocks of chickadees sing,
nesting near houses to rear their offspring.

Blue jays and nuthatches tweet from the trees
as woodpeckers rat-a-tat-tap with ease. 
And crimson cardinals tweak overhead,
while tufted titmouse whistles are widespread.


(Rhyme)


2/16/2019

The Goodness of God

The Goodness of God

God is a good God.
He’s the provider of a righteous way.
Omnipotence of power - a magnificent display …
To instill insight and define a pathway where he ascribed his Apostles to 
     provide the guidance of today.

The Lord is the keeper of my belief and faith.
He tells me a mountain is to climb once made.

God is a good God where he’s the animal in the jungle of mankind's 
     wicked ways.
He will defeat Satan from stealing the glory made.
All-powerfulness embrace the demons gave where he removes this from 
     the body and the soul is saved.

The Lord is the seeker of my belief and faith.
He is sentient to my spirit and unburdens me each day.

God is a good God.
I worship him daily.
He is my soul fulfiller, my spirit made.
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AUGUST 26, 2018

Spring Sky

the spring sky
 unburdens its clouds -
 songs of thunder

Writing Poetry - the Alliance Acrostic Style

~Writing Poetry~
(Alliance Acrostic)


W-hen I write just let my imagination soar n' sometimes to places unknown this way I go
R-emembering that the sky is the limit and that writing is wonderful
I-ndeed, I just love it when I get inspired
T-ensions and problems seem just disappear when I am writing all my poetry
I-t gives me joy to write in many styles
N-aturally for me writing is fun, keeps me alive
G-od is great! Gave it to me.

P-oetry is like a song, enlivens and unburdens my soul
O-ver anything I can write. Poetry is a wonderful gift
E-njoy poetry
T-ry to write in different styles and forms.You'll see how much fun you can have too
R-ead poetry and as many books you can and just write a lot everyday too
Y-ou can have lots of fun n' be happy you can write better,the more that you practice it everyday.



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010


January.20.2017


The  "Alliance Acrostic" is  a poetry form or style, that was created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth -  Simpson,  on 20.7.2010.


“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” 
- Mark Twain

The Unknowable Origin of Voice

Pen scribbles incantation 
As the writing reveals itself suddenly
Reveling thought unburdens its borrowed code
Bodies dance to release their outpouring presence

Humanly, we wait
A readership to hawk the landscape
And trot out footsteps in koans

As in dreams, I drift
Authorial indeterminate 
Nouns now shown as shackles-
Verbs take the crown
Unmistakably like Buddhist paradigm
All wood chopping simply no chopper

The self of no-self
Natures's embodiment
Writing embraces All
Soul at the beginning of whirpool

Two Hemispheres

Two hemispheres wrinkled by the past – 
profound inheritance of bygone generations.
And if they sleep – in dreams out of the dust 
beasts in the light appear in creation.

The Good looks at itself into a looking glass –
it cannot see the troubles come –
out of the mirror The Evil looks at last  
and to Eternity it goes to dine.  

Two hemispheres are a mass of contradictions,
you cannot find a way lost in the dark,
in searching dashes Soul for sweet religion
and to the Beast she just unburdens heart.

Of Affluence, of Innocence

Ah, morning greenery soothes the eyes,
caresses the mind, unburdens the heart!

        A month ago, a man of wealth and fame
        sat right on this bench and, the papers said,
        blasted away his weary, worried brains.

        Except for a note about deep boredom
        of a fully empty, affluent life, 
        of his death nothing more today remains.


        But now, from atop this same cold, mute bench,
        a bouncy girl, barely three, walks and hops
        onto the mown grass, looks down and around.

        She peers curiously and smiles at an ant
        that stumbles along with some hefty load,
        cheering it on as it crawls on the ground.

Ah, morning greenery soothes the eyes,
caresses the mind, unburdens the heart!

Where One Unburdens the Heart

ah, morning greenery  soothes the eyes,
caresses the mind, unburdens the heart:

     a week ago, a man of wealth and fame
     sat on this bench and, the papers said,
     blasted away his worried, weary brains;

     except for a note about a hollow burden
     of a fully empty, affluent life, of his death
     in this park nothing more today remains;

     but now, from atop this same cold bench,
     a cute, little girl, barely three, happily hops
     onto the grass, looks down and around;

     she peers curiously and smiles at an ant
     that stumbles along with some hefty load,
     cheering it on as it crawls on the ground.

ah, morning greenery soothes the eyes,
caresses the mind, unburdens the heart.

Solace Park

ah, sweet solace, pristine peace,
the greenery of this park soothes the eyes,
caresses the mind, unburdens the heart.

a week ago, a man of wealth and fame
     sat on this bench and then, the papers said,
          with a gun, he blasted away his brains;

but for a note about a heavy burden
     of a hollow, easy life, of his death
         in this park nothing more today remains.

right now, from atop this same silent bench
     a little girl, barely three, happily hops
          onto the soft grass, looks down and around,

curiously peers and smiles at an ant
     that stumbles along with a hefty load,
         cheering it on as it crawls on the ground.

ah, sweet solace, pristine peace,
the greenery of this park soothes the eyes,
caresses the mind, unburdens the heart.

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