Beseechingly Poems - Poems about Beseechingly

...“It’s in there!” The frizzy haired woman insisted with mirth in her eye. “But, how?” I asked beseechingly. She gave a mischievous laugh from impish lips in reply And then skipped merrily on he......Read the rest...

...Grim reaper forever guaranteed eternal plentiful harvest the following written for no particular rhyme nor reason quite aware the exit (stage door left) allows, enables, to provide every seaso......Read the rest...

...OF BEAUTIFUL MORNING GLORIES… The ebon night has slowly waned and the peaking dawn waxes as the horizon slowly raises its eyelid releasing a sleepy orange glow. Slowly, the giant earthly......Read the rest...

...The midnight masquerade ball. Seemingly slight brocade shawl. Beseechingly glance, decayed hall. Haunted trance, unafraid fall. Vaunted skies evade all. She tries dissuade call. Decree daylight......Read the rest...

...Argh...fresh out of reading material! Hence... what better opportunity, I aver with zeal presented to one local everyman token schlemiel keystone state (Pennsylvania) three score lifelong trump......Read the rest...

...Behold the splendor of another magnificent fall! Every tree is adorned with a resplendent shawl! All the trees have shed their abundant foliage of jade; Umber leaves now - they once provided......Read the rest...

...Password Paranoia Hey, how did you do that? Do what? Open that can? I used the can opener. I KNOW, but where did you put in the password? What password? The CAN OPENER password! I stare at ......Read the rest...

...May the beauty of the spirit of our ancestors—the rocks of ages and infinite energy—continue to warm our souls; sustaining and keeping us as we walk—tracing footprints to our story; May their......Read the rest...

...Did you ever have one of those crazy type of dreams. You know, one that gets you in trouble, in every way. Well mine seems to be writing about a crazy Dragon. And Dragons’ is about, his being a h......Read the rest...

...THE LONGING To be innocent is to be entirely unknown, even to oneself. - Djuna Barnes I am free at last to be silent, to lap In the quiet of your promise of promise Like the pear tree ......Read the rest...

...it's my imagination or maybe my heart's dissatisfaction in sleep you whisper my name before your heart wanders away are your dreams never of me? in my mind's predilection you move inside the ......Read the rest...

...In a nearby weeping willow tree A visitor is perched upon a bough Robin is singing somewhere above me I'd never noticed the myriad variations Of his warbling song until now If I sit here long......Read the rest...

...Between every sunset and sunrise I offer my soul to the darkness inside. My precious dreams the valuable prize That the demons so scathingly deride. In the darkness I search for a clue, The ke......Read the rest...

...It waits. Savoring the darkness Around Itself from which It came. But that ordinary fabric of night Cannot even begin to rival The stuff from which this Creature was made. It does not belo......Read the rest...