Poor Bear

Poor Bear

A Poem by Wyrn Tiger

"Are we at the end, Poor Bear?"


It is such a sad sight, thems that hang around in the old maple trees.


They're watching us

as we move far below,

Poor Bear,


with faceless expressions.

Are we like them, Poor Bear?


Thems in the trees,

hanging on with thin ropes,


devoid of hopes and dreams

Empty behind barren black eyes.


Its Like a riddle no one can solve
The one who builds me
does not need me
The one who buys me
does not want me
The one who uses me
does not care.


We were warriors once,
Now, Poor Bear we swing from the ropes we made
in Fractured, faction-less factories
Are we at the end Poor Bear.

© 2019 Wyrn Tiger


Author's Note

Wyrn Tiger
I will fully admit this one is weird and creepy.

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This is such a creepy vibe and I love it!

Posted 5 Months Ago


Love it. To poor bear, it might be far from over, like Woody from Toy story 3! Questionary inserted in the poem and divided them into multiple parts and pieces them together, Cool.

Posted 8 Months Ago


It has its moments, though......but there's room for improvement. Great start! The last two stanzas are virtual perfection!

Posted 9 Months Ago


I found this to be more interesting than creepy or weird.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Left-over people and things. How many things have we tossed away? The poem made the reader think and ponder many things. I raised-up four children and I have three grandchildren. Many left-over bears, toys and shoes. I keep them. Thank you Wyrn for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 9 Months Ago


Poor bear left out in the cold

One time you were the greatest of friends
Bear should be brought into the warm with a quiet place to sit and recall his younger days when your were friends and shared his life
If this is how you treat us older people who do not work
I wonder would I be like 'Poor Bear' cast out into the cold wet wind ????


Posted 9 Months Ago


I don't think it's weird and creepy like my writings. And I enjoyed it.
Thanks buddy for sharing.
Waiting to see your profile picture with another girl. 😁

Posted 10 Months Ago


No, must disagree, 'this' isn't weird and creepy. Yes, It has a strong sense of been there, i think but don't ever want to go back. However, seems to suggest a life or place that imposes its will on your needs, your hopes, your way of thinking. ' .. Thems in the trees, - hanging on with thin ropes, - devoid of hopes and dreams - Empty behind barren black eyes.' Has a child.like loss of self, somehow.. yet tender.. gently querying. You've walked into and written about a somewhere place, and seem numb, perhaps..

An intriguing post that holds a mess of tangents, in fine phrasing.

Posted 10 Months Ago


Creepy maybe, haunting yes, but paints some very vivid imagery. This is a well constructed poem I enjoyed thoroughly. I can see many issues you touch on here, and consumerism stands very prevalent, thanks for a great read

Posted 10 Months Ago


actually not so weird, but accurate...things are changing...factories soon might be a thing of the past...every thing turning virtual.
And we in general seem to not take what we have with more than a grain of salt...we are so destructive...and the bear part i like because, yes, the poor animals seem to have no place to go...construction of malls and apartments and subdivisions so built up, the unoccupied (by humans) land is being taken from the wildlife.
i see a lot in this.
j.

Posted 10 Months Ago



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