Best Begging Poems

A yellow song about autumn
Leaves falling slowly 
May nature embrace me gently

Birds mixing tunes 
Of such ecstatic sound 
Rising a sweet melody 
Creeds and song carried with the wind
in the highest tempo

Kissing one heart priceless gold
Crossing bridges and mountain majesty of the world
Rustling softly breathless...

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Oh dearest 
most beautiful divine darling 
Like an angel uplifting love 
the ground begins crumbling 
underneath these feet 
floating I am to you 

In every warm breath kissing 
sweet sun setting delight 
you're always making me smile 
Even in the darkest night 
you're my fire...

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I lost my whole family
So I took in a neighbor
I have paid, sold, washed, shopped, cleaned, and done for this neighbor more than anyone in his life has
His own children won't call him, 
but I do
His ex wife is dating his old friend
I continue to...

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The busted fire hydrant on the corner sprays water down like rain.
Water gushes down the dirty gutter, relieving this humid pain.

Sipping iced tea in their air-conditioned houses on the hill or in high-rise,
They don’t know how the streets burn little feet, or pretend not to...

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The map is not the terrain.
Unless we shift, all’s in vain.
Stop begging, go out and do;
let embrace of love renew.

Thinking too much, man’s disease;
love’s not an object to seize.
Once we shift from head to heart,
each moment marks a fresh start.

Mind-body is merely dust.
Each breath intake,...

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Forgive me 

my Lord for wrongly thinking

that 

every hardship and tribulation You put me through 
 
was my condemnation
 
when 

your aim, I clearly now see, was 

my soul's salvation!









© Demetrios Trifiatis
      22 APRIL 2020...

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What are people waiting for? They're yelling, can you hear?
They're wanting an apology, I'm offended that is clear
I'm nor inferring anything, to make my point to you
Some people turn a blind eye, and at times a deaf ear too
You really must be thinking, why care...

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That rule was begging to be broken
Y’know the one about women?
Of conformity for cat calls and 
Gift wrapped shoulders and legs?
How about “no” to breastfeeding 
How about “whore” for “too revealing”?
I’m sick of these notions, it’s too unappealing.
I am a nonconformist of a woman 
The...

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QUIETLY BEGGING

Quietly begging the sandman - not prayers,
Just the usual inventive techniques
There have been nightmares

Nightmares? Nothing really frightening,
Not yet, just crazy, like
A boatman pointing an opposite shore,
      Inviting  

Pillow soft, yielding, deep
Bedspread, smooth, rippling 
Eye lids heavy in his...

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~*~

bonny
comely
worthy
lofty
sculpted milieu, bonny, comely sphere
"STARVED " - thirsty for worthy, lofty cheer.

~*~


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A yellow song about autumn
Leaves falling slowly 
May nature embrace me gently

Birds mixing tunes 
Of such ecstatic sound 
Rising a sweet melody 
Creeds and song carried with the wind
in the highest tempo

Kissing one heart priceless gold
Crossing bridges and mountain majesty of the world
Rustling softly breathless...

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The ring of the phone
Rip sound of an envelope 
Leave me in my world...

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the canto of begging

1.
when the morning sets in
with the sun rising in the east 
i put on the dress of a beggar 
extended up to the horizon
and the canto of my begging starts 

i beg 
beside the big-bazar 
beside the fly-over 
beside the college-campus 
beside...

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Once a man, an elderly 
Was in the sunshine begging
His face was dim and dry to see
Unshaven, unappealing
And as I stared he came to me. 

Trembling hands reached out to me
As I stood there observing
But I did not feel pity, see,
His ugliness emanating
I wished to,...

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Is it just me or has “poetry”,
Become a word for “vomit”,
They’re words without phonetic symmetry,
As if “poem” was synonymical for “omelet”.

Can a poem truly be anything and all,
A writer deems or seems in any way?
Are words without rhyme or flow to y’all, 
A “poem” no...

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