Begging Poems - Poems about Begging

... Would you know my name? If I saw you in heaven Would it be the same? If I saw you in heaven I must be strong and carry on cuz I know I don't belong Here in heaven Would you hold my hand, if ......Read the rest...

...I’m writing with pen. Scribbling and doodling. Writing a rough draft. Then an even rougher draft. Falling asleep and knocking coffee all over my pages. Using up my whole notebook. Running to th......Read the rest...

...Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku Fukuda Chiyo-ni (1703-1775) was a celebrated Japanese poet and painter of the Edo period, also known as Kaga no Chiyo. Because morning glories held my well-bucket hostage......Read the rest...

...Bruising my vein Can’t stay in my lane Don’t even feel any pain Acting like my arms are a pincushion A dirty needle about to push in Need that rush Want the voices to hush Never coming down ......Read the rest...

...Begging for a breeze I leave my window open hoping the trees would hear me and share the whispers in their leaves......Read the rest...

...Oh, land of yearning, soil of the pandemic, Across your bereaved fields, a lone wanderer carries His tattered garment of helplessness, In his steps echoes the cry of the land that cannot comprehen......Read the rest...

...How did I get this bad? That's all that runs through my mind as a blade comes in contact with my skin. All my happy childhood memories cross my mind as shameful tears pour down my face like a water......Read the rest...

...I sit silent ! I say words you don't want to hear, To tell of the thoughts in my head. Our difference are many, So we keep to ourselves. Too many words flowed from these lips, So I sit silent !......Read the rest...

...Pikes held high, Flags fill the sky, Drummer boys sound the beat, Musket men are on their feet. White smoke swirls, ram down the ball really hard, Pour in the gunpowder to make the charge. ......Read the rest...

...My eyes open with the morning to witness the break of dawn and we waited quietly in the room for the signal to begin our journey at noon. The instructions were clear and everyone was briefed on wh......Read the rest...

...In a never sleeping metropolis, In the dungeon of a room, My days and nights are locked! I am a traveler on a street, with no end in sight, But just the bustle of the moving crowd, And a handfu......Read the rest...

...Do poets always walk in the rain? This poet once did When she was but a kid. The bathwater of summer drops Cascading from suburban chimney tops, Puddles on pavement Begging for splashing, A ro......Read the rest...

...They do not wear flowers in their hair They’re not allowed to smoke out in the streets San-Fransisco, I am not prepared Some gentle people aren’t the ones you meet To be a one more begging refug......Read the rest...

...Oh, a shadow of the being in the tattered drapes of day, You play upon the stage of the world with a smile borrowed from another vision. You are a dancer in the whirl of human bustle and retreat, ......Read the rest...

...From the void of dispersions, the breath of my path was stolen without a whisper, As if I were not worthy of any confession or even a drop of grace. Just as an unseen step over leaves does not dist......Read the rest...