Bespeak Poems | Examples

Peace Holds Trouble At Woman's Subtle Cheek

Peace holds trouble at woman's subtle cheek:
Pale, inviting and warm enough to kiss
Attentively with regards, seeming freak.

Shielded close to her open lips, eyes seek
Patiently... so moment goes not amiss,
Peace holds trouble at woman's subtle cheek.

On top her chest's fountain lies tips so meek,
Choice could travel its miles without a hiss,
Attentively with regards, seeming freak.

Labelling tricks mouth could parade at streak,
Palm could turn on... over silent tigh's bliss,
Peace holds trouble at woman's subtle cheek.

How wet dragging lips put bed in shock, creak!
Out of baffling gestures... wish she resists,
Attentively with regards, seeming freak.

Reaching out on moment, desires bespeak...
To an endless but deep dreamland- abyss;
Peace holds trouble at woman's subtle cheek,
Attentively with regards, seeming freak.

How Still The Waters Rage

How still the waters rage
In stillnesses of day
Moving tranquil on their way
Across the placid page,
While simmering beneath
In silent, stormy stare
The torrent underneath
In boiling cauldron glares – 

Between the lines the blanks
Bespeak in volumes swept
Words unheard in all their strength
Speak, where they are kept
Beneath the calmness of the page –
How still the waters rage –

Love Glimmer -

I've been listening to your eyes 
for what feels like eons,
noticing how the rain cries
unto your purposeful lips,
excited also, by the sounds of your
beautiful breaths in the smooth sunlight,

Tapping the pool of love blood,
rippling rose restless
to the edge of a frozen bloom
where the youth of our love wonder stood,
speaking to one another through playful madness,
tempting tragedy to resume
so to confess innocence in the fire flood
of the raw poetry pulsing in divine mood,

I find you in the fragrance of warm faith 
and your eyes sing of sorrow unsold to sin,
palmprints upon our hearts bespeak a dangerous heat 
that says love born of longing will never be safe,
for a moment we rue what's true about heartbeats lonely and thin,
You pull me within a hue of genius and clue of spirit discrete 
revealing a teaching of soul engineering 
where the meaning of living
is loving the bleeding
of pure beauty fleeting  -

J.A.B.  02-19-2025

Our Border Is a Complete Disaster

Our Border Is A Complete Disaster
Miracle Man
September 19, 2023

Each day that passes brings this country more grief,
and migrants coming illegally will be allowed to stay.
From this humanitarian crisis we’re getting no relief,
and the billions its costing, those here must pay.

We helplessly stand observing our population grow,
without any resolve to stop those rushing our borders.
Progressive socialist preach, no need to control the flow,
current leadership should all be given marching orders.

We’re living in a time when our work ethic is weak,
and changing of the guard has let morals skedaddle.
Being truthful and God fearing we dare not bespeak,
which leaves us far up the creek without a paddle.

Oh Hate Hateful, Hate

Hate, hateful hate, how doth thy poison spread
A venomous fang within the human heart
That doth darken all thoughts of light instead
And tears friends and lovers far apart.

Thou art a curse, a bane upon our race
A devilish spawn that doth thrive on spite
Thou bringeth sorrow to our mortal place
And turneth hearts from warmth to bitter might.

When hate doth rear its head, all love doth flee
And reason's voice doth falter and grow weak
Our eyes are blinded, and we cannot see
The havoc wrought, the peace that we bespeak.

So let us shun this foe, this deadly lure,
And seeketh love, that doth make our hearts pure.

In Realm of Love

In realm of love, you are the awe of mystique~
Musings of smitten soul, passions bespeak,
When glances romantic lure enamored night
To dance of fantasies moonlit revelries ignite
Waltzing with stars scintillating opaline skies, 
As smiles endearing emanate from your eyes
Beaming missives esoteric, vying to explore,
Secrets of heartbeats extolling echoes of yore,
Adulating present as tomorrow’s dream soar
To domains heavenly, croons of love implore,
Infatuated by aroma your redolent vibes impart,
Abloom in elixir of the rose inside my heart.

March 26, 2023
Poem of the day on March 27, 2023
Placed 1st: The Rose Inside My Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose

Our Prayer

Dear Lord, the Giver of excess
We invoked your name at the start of this assembly
We have sailed safely to the shore of the meeting
We have poured our thoughts as unqualified mortals
Seeking to be of worth in your hallowed presence
In our meek manner, we are limited in diction 
To present our boundless gratitude
We beseech you to accept our plea on your sanctified precinct
And now as we move into action
In your fullness of providence, and grand plans for us
We pray and hope to keep the faith
We bespeak our love and honor 
To you our Master in time and spirit
We are assured of your company for we ask as your children
We speak through your edict 
As tabled to us
As it was to Corinthians 
In the fourteenth verse 
Of the seventh Chapter
Of the First Book 
That if we, these mortals
Who are called by your name 
And you our Father 
Present our heart in words to your ear
You grant us the promises
This then we ask, in Jesus Name
Amen

What If I Die

What If I Die?

Will the world be upside down?
Will the stars stop moving around?
Will u have an intransient hollow?
Will it be difficult for you to swallow?


Not ,as I think so deep .
Surely few are going to weep.
The one's who reads ,loves me for sure.
Though,halt would none,progress to endure.


A day or two in mourn to confer.
A few kgs on earth would disappear.
Nothing anomaly, the cycle moves daily.
Wisdom in those,lives in gaily.


To some they would lose a gem.
For few i may go to hell.
Matter it wouldn't to the world I'm not in touch .
To the faroff families,a news to bespeak as such


Aah,it would not have any impact on earth..
A regular  phenomenon of death and birth.
Additional writers would pop up.
Eternal would remain my write ups.

Why

a heart …
is meant for a
far better habitation -
for a chest
that garners gold
and laurels …
and a coursing
of benevolence and bounty,
not blight …
so why?
perhaps it thrums 
to weed the world of wonder -
to set against
what’s truly worthy,
or bespeak
what dark things I am …
perhaps, just
to assure the Universe
it is not infallible -
to remind others
of all that I once was,
and to remind me
of all that I am NOT …
all I had wished
(in quiet corners of the day) …
to be.

Spring Brings Fairies

Silent all winter the stone bird bath
frozen in time.  Autumn debris covered
where in spring
a fountain of daffodils erupt….
Between carpets of velvet moss- hushed breath
purple faces of mini Irises
Bespeak fairies 

Hearts joy on the wing.

Winter Quintain

Across the Heath the chill'ed land’s in sleep
The Bushes hunched, the bare trees holding still
In cyclic pattern: seasons’ lives bespeak
Not grip of death but life's farseeing will
That shall revive and Nature’s wish fulfil

26 December 2021

Bite Size Poem #31 Poetry Contest

In My Power

In My Power (For the survivors of the tornados in America)

If it were in my power, I would be there
To put back together all the jigsaw parts
The myriad fragments of your shattered towns
And piece together your broken hearts.

I'd renew the rhythm of your daily lives -
Driving to work or the grocery store...
Your normal life before the tornado,
If I had the power I would restore.

But then in your words of grief and sorrow
I hear your spirit of determination
On the evening news, you speak of resilience
As you ask for prayers from all the nation.

And your stories and voices bespeak a power
One which all peoples innately share
So, although I'm joining you from afar
By the power of love, please know I'm there.

Molly Moore

A Christmas Mood

Traditional shimmering Christmas trees
With baubles and icicles and ornaments
Bring exquisite feelings of joy and peace
Each December day in present tense.

The scent of pine, the solace of sights
The tinkle of bells, a small golden horn 
Bespeak of calm on the holiest of nights
When angels announced Jesus was born.


Written December 22, 2020
For Christmas Rhyme Contest

Action and Feelings

For a widow's tear
Glimmers with sobs
At night's dawn

And sights of gold
Are made manifest by shouts
At miners' cave

Even so your actions
Bespeak the warmth
Your heart wields for me.

Stardust, Love and Dreams

Stardust, Love and Dreams

Stardust is what our love and dreams 
are made of in this mortal life of ours,
from birth through childhood and until
our final breath. All three of them blend
together as one and bespeak a heavenly
wonder that we should all marvel at with
their magical and loving presence in our 
lives, as they reflect that divine touch of
Almighty God, and the holy presence of
His angels as they smile now and touch
our hearts and souls blessed by God’s own
eternal love and His grace forever. Amen.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
October 14, 2018 (Verse)

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