Love Poems About Bear or Bear Love Poems
by Besma Riabi Dziri |
Categories: africa, beauty, happiness, home, pride, tribute,

Your Love I'll Ever Bear


I want to word my very Love for you
though as a shy child, I start to stammer
a beloved Mother, my sole bijou
as I am of your prime Land enamoured.

A rose breathing the scent of your terra
born and bred knowing no other home soil
how can I bear the burn of your Summer
anger and worry within my chest boil.

I want to paint my very pride in you
with drops of my blood and ivory star
then draw your nature and beauty anew
how would my poetry meet who you are?

To my dear mother, shall I, You compare?
TUNISIA, Your Love, I'll ever bear.


by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: longing, love hurts, romance,

My love she'd lent


    ~ MY LOVE SHE'D LENT ~

I followed her where'er she went
Lured onward by her fragrant scent

She clasped his hand, a handsome gent
How could she know my love she'd lent

I died one thousand deaths inside
Choked back my tears with wounded pride

How long such anguish could I bear
My heart asunder to let tear

The hour had come to make my move
My love for her I had to prove

Unsteady I, and quite unsure
Just how to break the news to her --

My tongue was still despite I tried
'To ask her this: 'Please be my bride.'



      ~ Iambic Tetrameter ~

        December 30, 2019

by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: cute love,

GUESS I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU

I came across my first love You were always in my arms Swore we’d never be apart But I let you go Now we are reunited My heart just beats like a drum I can’t take my eyes off you ... My first teddy bear 02~04~15 Syllables 7,7,7,5 Contest: Dodoitsu Dr Ram Mehta


by John Gondolf |
Categories: death, lost love, sad love, suicide,

One Step Away From Eternity

Alas, I stand atop this mountain crest,
and gaze upon the valley down below;
the graveyard where your body lays at rest,
sits in the center shadowed by plateau.

My sad heart aches with every breath I take;
I wonder why I’m made to bear this bane,
and live a life that’s cruel and opaque,
while trying hard my teardrops to restrain.

This awful illness claimed your life so soon,
while you and I were living in our prime;
the heavens haled you, leaving my life strewn
across this wasteland, sadly out of rhyme.

‘Tis but a step across this steep degree,
and I will join you in eternity.



July 20, 2018



by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: best friend, family, feelings, heartbroken, loss, love, strength,

Doors to Your Heart


I wish that I could bear all pains for you,

                           but then some doors in your heart

                                                         would never be opened.



... CayCay

March 22, 2019

by Jess Opperman |
Categories: death, dedication, grief, loss, love, miss you, sorrow, wife,

To My Darling

If I could will my heart to stop
and breathe a final breath
I'd sit beneath an old oak tree
and trade my life for death

The pain in life of losing you
is more than I can bear
how can a man be happy when
his better half's not there

Life's meaning's gone when I lost you
no purpose can I find
for you were but the reason i
loved life and cherished time

I cannot will my heart to stop
I'm waiting for the sign
from God to show His mercy to
unite us one more time

by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: emotions, joy, poetry, poets,

A poet feels

A poet feels in metaphors
and images. A poet pours
their inner world into the air
and innocently leaves it there,
untethered. A poet stores 

their love in dactyls, bares their flaws
in anapaests, fights inner wars
in verse, and all a mind can bear
a poet feels.

A poet never once ignores
the seam of bliss that underscores 
the world. They paint its lines with flair,
excited that their words can share
such joy - for all the eye adores
a poet feels.


1 August 2019
For Charles Messina’s Rondeau Contest
Note: English accent! Metaphors / pours / stores / flaws / wars / ignores / underscores / adores all end in the same “ors” sound.

by Elaine George |
Categories: death, lost love, love,

In the Autumn of my Life

I walk
through flames
of autumns’ sweet refrain-

That break beneath
a weight too much
to bear-

Where-
I tread in solitude
and mourning there-

Along a path 
of maple trees
and scented air-

As
I recall the life 
that we once shared-

~~~

And in 
the twilight hours
I see
the beauty of it all-

In every
autumn leaf
that softly falls-


~~~~~


In loving memory of:
My Father  - Harold George
Oct 27, 1927 - August 11, 2003

by Elaine George |
Categories: death, lost love, rose,

The Rose and the Thorn

I shall nay know all the wonders - you hold
For all too soon the winds of winter blow
Scarlet petals withering in the snow
How cruel the breath that kills the velvet rose 

Tears - that canst’ bear the thought of letting go
Forever frozen in this empty soul
A broken heart forever turned to stone
A broken stem left now to stand alone

Alas! I find that life is bitter-sweet
As I stand holding only memories
Of a rose blooming in the summer breeze
Here beneath this old weeping willow tree

Once I held the sweetest rose - ever born
Now – in my grief – I hold the bitter thorn.

                            ~~~

                    Author:  Elaine Cecelia George

by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beauty, emotions, feelings, heart, love, pain, paradise,

A Teardrop Falls

A teardrop falls deeply—slicing and aching  
hurt twisting knots around the deepest fingers 
love you from my heart warmest emotions so 
in each kiss of your beauty I feel all of you 
worth the suffering and pain that happens 
gaining rewards in the end—undiminished love 
happiness such a precious gift for us forever 
the teardrop falls now freely in your honor
it spills warmly and gently in your name love 
as grace is my honor to bear this noble sacrifice 
with joy and I find you now my sweetest sunshine 
with happiness being my one-way ticket to paradise 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (June 9, 2015)
(Verse)

by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: childhood, love, memory,

SHWEET LOVE

The minute our eyes met it was love at first sight I knew you were the perfect one for me my parents tried to keep us apart but I simply couldn’t let you go My father tried to persuade me are you really sure he’s the one? It’s not too late to change your mind… I smiled my sweetest smile - Dad knew when he was beaten I skipped out of the toy shop .... nestling in my arms, my birthday teddy bear! Contest –Free Verse Love Poem Sponsored By Laura Loo 07~24~15

by Dr. Upma A. Sharma |
Categories: first love, music,

Let the music play on

Let the music play on





My heart beats
and passion springs,
As my fingers vibrate
the subtle violin strings,

Soft notes float
in the air to enchant,
Cheeks bear a red glow 
as palpitations enhance,

Anticipating a meet
with sweetheart there on,
Rhythmic waves I create,
Let the music play on !!




Written January 1st, 2014
For contest "Let the music play on" by Mystic Rose

Got N/A in contest, was sure of getting amongst top ten, 
Now for contest " Screwed II " by rob carmack

Awarded 4th place


by Abdul Malik |
Categories: depression,

The Depression Destroyer

What causes someone to sink so low
And let an upright spirit to kneel and bow
To the pressures they are unable to undo
Neither can reverse this malady nor subdue?

Let us not someone retreat in the darkest nook
Before we try all the remedies in the book,
Replenish her love and together ardently pray
And shower her with care night and day.

Disheartening it is to see one of our own thus bear
The burden that lays on her heavy and rare;
Hang in there, Linda! Have faith--PERSEVERE,
Forget not who you are--The poet Destroyer!


Wishing you all the best, Linda, and a speedy recovery!

~12/2/14
~Fighting Depression Contest by Shadow Hamilton

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: lost love,

My Star


Diamond of my youth, bright like a star, I imagine sometimes where you are . . .  You may well be, as always I assume, far - so very far - away from me, but for all I know, you could also be like those mountains nearby me that loom. In my mind, you loom. But what if it's the tomb where I might find you ultimately? I can't bear to think of you, Darling, in the tomb or beneath the hard dark ground better it will be to think of you as my star burning ever brightly on May 3, 2017 for 'Best romantic write May-July 2017' Poetry Contest of John Hamilton

by John Gondolf |
Categories: death, loss, lost love,

Muted Echoes

Muted Echoes
The echoes of piano notes play softly in my mournful mind as melody so gently floats like ghosts of songs she left behind. My memories are brought to bear, the echoes of piano notes forever floating in the air, as lumps well up in saddened throats. This winter day we don our coats to lay her body down to rest; the echoes of piano notes show sadness in our hearts expressed. The instrument sits dormant now; its presence quietly emotes her playing, as our thoughts allow the echoes of piano notes.
January 28, 2020

by White Wolf |
Categories: inspiration, poetry, poets, writing,

Do With Heart

If only for a moment our love bloomed,
If only for a spell we would consume.
My heart torn open I bear a deep wound,
To be thy Sun and you to be my Moon.

Alas, my dear, we were not meant to be,
For there is no future for us at all.
But, don't read into my words completely,
Because I still answer to nature's call.

Does a flower turn its petals away?
In the day when the Sun is out to shine?
For what is the reason that children play?
The reason that the poet writes his line?

We know deep inside, we all must take part,
And whatever that may be, do with heart!

by D.W. Rodgers |
Categories: love, time,

Old love

Our fire, which once shone brightly through the night,
whilst tempered by age, is no less warm
and still burns slow with cherry embers bright
to keep us safe and sheltered through life's storm.

Our light may dim, yet always kept its mark
though summer doldrums, winter's icy gale
to show our path and guide us through the dark
hold steadfast to our course let love prevail.

In time, our flame gave rise to three new sparks 
to nurture, guide and teach of worldly ways
and then release to find their own true arcs
and bear this fire to yonder days.

Face lined, flesh soft, and hair now grey
together love we greet each coming day.

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: childhood, funny,

My Poor Stinky Love

Oh, how I loved my little teddy bear
although I don’t recall from whom he came
or when I first laid eyes on him or where;
I only know I chose for him his name.

Yes, Pinky Winky’s name was like my own,
a playful silly nickname “Andy Pandy,”
and also in his ear a bell was sewn;
I jingled him and thought he was quite dandy.

Everywhere with me went Pinky Winky
until he met sad fate with one cruel splash.
He fell into the toilet and got stinky.
I wailed when Mother threw him in the trash.

Alas! The pink imposter in his place
no jingling made nor had dear “Winky’s” face.



by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: farewell, fishing, friend, sweet,

A Settled Sweetness in Love

  two septets with rhyme  

At last, my friend and I bear no shame.
We spent a year seeking a soul-mate.
His eyes obliged my life to claim,
yet he could not, he would not propose.

Our calm ship was headed aground
for months we kept it together -
an ocean of hope, my playground.


Fisherman's widow!  At long last
I reeled in and quit my fishing.
I found my reach exceeds my grasp.

Two smiling faces fade from sight, 
we travel on very different waves.
Feeling free, we are all alone tonight,
the settled sweetness of farewell.


inspired by a quote from Andrea del Sarto byRobert Browning, 
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,"

by Litan Dey |
Categories: anger, violence,

If You Would Know

We run behind you
Kill your love on the Sixteenth Street square
Playing the dirty game
If you would know, my friend
-that they are like me!

They call for war
Make a dam on new hope
Can not bear your smile
Your free will and self-reliance
They are dying to die
My friend; if you would know
-that they love you more than I do!

Now you may reject me
But can not overcome them
If you would know, my friend
-that they are among us
Sit beside you
walk in the crowds
They bear the same human features,

You will feel sorry to know that
They do not want to be human anymore!

by Heidie Buys |
Categories: imagination, loss, sad, voice, voice,

Stairway to Heaven

I'll build a stairway to heavens gate,
Climb the spirals into the great divide.
There your name I'll defiantly state,
I'll wait until they let me come inside.

As I gallop along the streets of gold
Calling your precious name again,
Searching for your bear hug hold,
In my ears your voice a sweet refrain.

I'll search until your silver cloud I find
Until I hear your voice so deep.
Yet again I'll look into your face so kind
Searching for some words to keep.

For the days have been long and cold
Since you left and went away.
Warm embers of love to keep and hold,
Maybe they'll keep the grief at bay.

by Doug Vinson |
Categories: jealousy, sad love,

The Magic Touch

That tiny mouse's bullfighter cape,
I took it from you because I couldn't bear not to.
I had to have it.

You challenged the world with it, 
and it shown in the sun as brightly as you burned.
It grew cold when I touched it,
Like a star without light or heat,
a ghost sail with no wind,
hanging limp in memory.

by Timothy Yeager |
Categories: introspection, life

Contradicting Keats

When I have fears that I may fail to die, 
After all my mind has given to my pen, 
No worldly wonders left there to defy; 
No answers to the mysteries within. 

What worry it would be on how I fared, 
For surely it's lowly life to live, 
To think that this is all that chance had spared; 
To know that this is all I had to give. 

And when I feel, foul bitterness of years, 
Knowing I shall bear these with a smile, 
I simply bite my tongue and fight my tears; 
The raging rivers, hidden in my guile. 

On the wide world I stand with sums untold, 
For love and fame is all I have to hold.

by Mockingbird Stevenson |
Categories: bereavement, betrayal, confusion, devotion, divorce, emotions, heartbreak, hurt, love, love hurts,

Unrelenting

How does my body
This flesh that withholds my soul,,
manage to bear the weight from the chains that have been embedded upon my bequeathing heart?

Where does one hide the pain that is encrusted upon these eyes that are dreary and now fail to sleep?

Why cant my mind acquit, my heart adrift, my skin ache for the touch of another?

Does it have to be me that has to live with this night, because happiness is the other side of this mirror?

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by Ahmed Sheik Koya |
Categories: god, journey, religion,

My spiritual journey

Is there a creator God there
Or is all meaningless chance and despair

Are you a God of love and care
Or vengeful and uncaring as gods everywhere

Are you a God who is just and fair
Or like humans where true justice is rare

Are you a tangible God that I can see and be aware
Or are you just a force and invisible like air

Show yourself to me is my prayer
For they say you are everywhere

Wow what love and beauty and holiness your presence declare
But what are those piercing scars that your hands and feet bear