Best Beseeching Poems

Oh, the agony of love!
It takes courage to give your heart away
Knowing feelings might not be reciprocated
Tortured souls keep others at bay
For fear of being hurt
Don’t know if I’ll ever love another
Oh, the agony of love!
Why must every spark smother?
 
Oh, the envy of love!
See...

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Oh, death malevolent!
The taker of us all before our time,
you grimly reap a myriad of souls,
cruelly stealing many in their prime,
and countless young and innocent
have you whisked ruthlessly away!
Oh, death Malevolent!
Why this utter heartlessness that you display?

Oh, horrifying death!
When young, I read of you in...

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Denouement, I beseech you, take your time.
I see you lurking closely by my gate.
I want to live and love and write my rhyme.
Go finish someone else’s tale. I’ll wait!
I need no resolutions in my life.
One moment to the next I’m glad to live.
I’ll take -...

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Beseech the wooden hip and eye
To paddle off and caper.
Beseech the Maxfold cat and stye
Forlorn with hairy Gator.

Bring not thy chesticle to bear,
Thy open arms to boot.
Beseeching here and everywhere
To hear old Amos flute.

'You can but not cumcumber me!'
He gummed in chitter-chatter,
And passing water from...

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( A sequel to my poem “The Lady of Whitelace Castle” )


Are ye, my lady, an apparition
or perchance a fair servant frail?
The ruddiness of pinks 
touching neither your cheeks
as you wander about so pale

My lips turn blue from winter’s cold
under this arch of elm sentinels
growing...

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As I was washing the dishes last week
I looked outside my windowpane.
Snow-filled land and winter bleak,
I see a moose—how inane!
Thinking I must be going insane, 
Or perhaps something of a retard,
I asked many but the answer was the same
Please get the moose out of my...

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Can you not hear my word?
Albeit… 
If what I say fails to hold your interest
They are still of importance

These words are a lifetime defined
My joys and lamentations
They are a brush stroke shadowing
What I was…and am now

They are the songs of my children
The silence of standing...

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It's time for a dose of disinfectant
Cleaning both house and home as expectant
Someone get the bleach
I plead and beseech
But not in the arm as an injectant...

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September 24 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Jonah 1-4

Key Verse – Jonah 1:14 Wherefore they cried unto the LORD, and said, We beseech thee, O LORD, we beseech thee… for thou, O LORD, hast done as it pleased thee.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR...

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Within the weighty door, weary souls went;
as did I as a child of eight, to the silent sentience within…
Upon the stoutest oak they sat, worrying beads.
“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee,”
The penitants, the prayerfull, the pitiful, rock.
The innocent observations of childhood.

Inward...

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Complaining with bitterness
My heart mourns over selfishness-caused angst
Grieving because of pride-bruised infirmity…
Oh, God… correct me, I beg
As I submit to You, humbly broken
Thanking You for chastening me with Your love
For my virtuous transformation…
…never impossible through faith’s strength!

Immersing in failure’s frustration
My soul wallows in futile blame-game
Afflicted...

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Sad violin tunes echo gloom
reminding me of gripping woe
I must conquer with faith's fresh bloom
for divine strength to make me glow. 

Seeking for help like babe who cries
I beseech God to heal my soul
midst needs yon light for grievous eyes...
oh, so longing to be made...

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I hear faraway thunder as I soak in the rain. 
It was never my intention to trigger pain.

Still, here I am, waiting for the storm to hit. 
I scribbled memories on a fragile paper split.

Aiming to seize the spirit of a lightning bolt. 
But it was...

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This high, half-hidden, churchyard
Where coldness and rain find a home
And the nightfall is welcomed at twilight's end.

The lament of the deafened, defining the dusk,
And complecting its blanket, a chilled shielding shroud ~
A poet lies sleeping alone in her cot.

But verses are silently wrested away
Brilliantly noiseless...

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Hanging out with my acorn friends,
Riding wild winds on writhing limbs
As round capped surfers without boards
I laughed loud when I watched them fall.

Looking up with faces of despair
They could but see my derriere.
As a swinger without a care
I felt loved by the rushing air.

My oak...

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