“Don’t think, just write?” How am I supposed to perform such a complicated task? I never really think at all! Then I see the word “bear” and my mind is mauled! Images of ravenous, murderous bears fly through my head and I start to feel chilly.
wallace
It was too much to bear – the weight of that bear – hanging over me, heavy in the bare air. Everything smelled of that bear, and it was too much to bear.
I saw a black bear at a zoo once and was utterly unimpressed. It was tiny in comparsion to the monstrous polar bear in the cage down the path. Why do we care about the black bear?
Erin Trouba
I thought the bear was near. I heard its breath and footsteps. But as I cowered in the tent, my alarm faded into comfort, for even if it eats me, the bear is my superior. He is the king in the forest. I am just a visitor, a morsel of food waiting.
Zona
I never had seen a bear before that day. It was so large a majestic. I have to ask myself if it was real. No one ever told me of the kindness disguised behind the hard face. Danger was irrelevent at that point, All I wanted was to know how it felt.
Rasaja
I once saw a bear in a pink suit,
it bowed to me and gave me a bowl of soup.
I realized it was not a goop.
Bears look like they’d be really nice to hug. I mean i’ve always wanted to hug a bear that i could actually say i’ve had a REAL bear hug. But at the same time i’ve always wanted to kick a bear in the nuts.
Alex
lumbering with a purpose among the lush greens
the mama grizzly wants to be a protector
bear bear bear bear witness to the pain and
place a furry bandage on the bleeding baby
watch as it rains
watch as it snows
watch as it sleeps and all is well
Dawn
“What was that?“
“It was nothing, you worry too much.” The man rolled his eyes at his girlfriend. Their relaxing camping trip was being ruined by her worries about bears.
“No really, I heard something.“
“Stop worrying, we took all the precautions to stay safe.“
“Then what is that?“
“Crap…that would be a bear cub.”
(Wrote this before joining….rewriting now that I’ve joined)
“What was that?”
“It was nothing, you worry too much.” He rolled his eyes at his girlfriend. Their relaxing camping trip was being ruined by her worries about bears.
“No really, I heard something.”
“Stop worrying, we took all the precautions to stay safe.”
“Then what is that?”
“Crap…that would be a bear cub.”
Trisha
Brown. Vicious. Foreboding. The bear rests in its den, not concerned with the world. Ready to fight. Ready, to feast.
K Delaney
Bear’s are big. If you lay down and don’t move they wont eat you. Once I saw a cartoon where a person was laying down not moving and the bear was thinking “what a hardass, I won’t eat him”
peaking its head above the rock I notice him. staring deep into my eyes, he notices the hunger that is present in them. the hiker turns and runs. . i enjoy his mountain house.
i am very scared of bears. They try to eat you and get your flesh. But their cubs are so cute. Its a sad story for themand the rest of the world that they have to be so mean
zoe
attack attack
a-fucking-tack
limbs limbs ripped
from skin holding tight
to heavy breathing;
don’t fear
i’m just a man
w/ the best
intentions.
& i eat & i eat & i eat
w/ a smile- for a while
with a scream or a yell
or a cry or something
audibly pathetic you
ran and ran &
pumped bloody murder
into thighs & eyes
& survival is
only a wish,
’cause i’m a man
& a hungry one;
a beast w/ a grin.
bears at first seem to be scary, but I think if you spend the time to think about their purpose and their manners and how they take care of their cubs, you can really relate to them.
“Don’t think, just write?” How am I supposed to perform such a complicated task? I never really think at all! Then I see the word “bear” and my mind is mauled! Images of ravenous, murderous bears fly through my head and I start to feel chilly.
It was too much to bear – the weight of that bear – hanging over me, heavy in the bare air. Everything smelled of that bear, and it was too much to bear.
I saw a black bear at a zoo once and was utterly unimpressed. It was tiny in comparsion to the monstrous polar bear in the cage down the path. Why do we care about the black bear?
I thought the bear was near. I heard its breath and footsteps. But as I cowered in the tent, my alarm faded into comfort, for even if it eats me, the bear is my superior. He is the king in the forest. I am just a visitor, a morsel of food waiting.
I never had seen a bear before that day. It was so large a majestic. I have to ask myself if it was real. No one ever told me of the kindness disguised behind the hard face. Danger was irrelevent at that point, All I wanted was to know how it felt.
I once saw a bear in a pink suit,
it bowed to me and gave me a bowl of soup.
I realized it was not a goop.
I
Bears look like they’d be really nice to hug. I mean i’ve always wanted to hug a bear that i could actually say i’ve had a REAL bear hug. But at the same time i’ve always wanted to kick a bear in the nuts.
lumbering with a purpose among the lush greens
the mama grizzly wants to be a protector
bear bear bear bear witness to the pain and
place a furry bandage on the bleeding baby
watch as it rains
watch as it snows
watch as it sleeps and all is well
“What was that?“
“It was nothing, you worry too much.” The man rolled his eyes at his girlfriend. Their relaxing camping trip was being ruined by her worries about bears.
“No really, I heard something.“
“Stop worrying, we took all the precautions to stay safe.“
“Then what is that?“
“Crap…that would be a bear cub.”
(Wrote this before joining….rewriting now that I’ve joined)
“What was that?”
“It was nothing, you worry too much.” He rolled his eyes at his girlfriend. Their relaxing camping trip was being ruined by her worries about bears.
“No really, I heard something.”
“Stop worrying, we took all the precautions to stay safe.”
“Then what is that?”
“Crap…that would be a bear cub.”
Brown. Vicious. Foreboding. The bear rests in its den, not concerned with the world. Ready to fight. Ready, to feast.
Bear’s are big. If you lay down and don’t move they wont eat you. Once I saw a cartoon where a person was laying down not moving and the bear was thinking “what a hardass, I won’t eat him”
peaking its head above the rock I notice him. staring deep into my eyes, he notices the hunger that is present in them. the hiker turns and runs. . i enjoy his mountain house.
i am very scared of bears. They try to eat you and get your flesh. But their cubs are so cute. Its a sad story for themand the rest of the world that they have to be so mean
attack attack
a-fucking-tack
limbs limbs ripped
from skin holding tight
to heavy breathing;
don’t fear
i’m just a man
w/ the best
intentions.
& i eat & i eat & i eat
w/ a smile- for a while
with a scream or a yell
or a cry or something
audibly pathetic you
ran and ran &
pumped bloody murder
into thighs & eyes
& survival is
only a wish,
’cause i’m a man
& a hungry one;
a beast w/ a grin.
I AM NOT DOING THIS WORD AGAIN
nope
i did a poem the first time
and the second time i wrote about that poem
so nope, not gunna happen.
bears at first seem to be scary, but I think if you spend the time to think about their purpose and their manners and how they take care of their cubs, you can really relate to them.