Best Cry For Help Poems
I have found my refuge
in the arms of death
Take away this soul
the life I used to have
To live in darkness
in the middle of nowhere
Standing in adversity
with noone to hold me
This grief I felt
has tortured my brain
Great deal of misfortune
to carry this burden..
~Chrisna Vergara
My name is Peter the Pelican
I'm nothing special at all
I fly around as I'm supposed to
But this day I was close to a fall
Every day when I take to the skies
They are blue and sometimes grey
But this day I never imagined
That my bluey seas would decay
Oozing from metal giants
Now appearing after millions of years
Mans honey as they seem to be happy
Every find I hear all their cheers
One day their tears turned to shouts
For much of it was getting away
My blue was turning to a distasteful mix
In the place where I always played
One day without a care in the world
As I dived for a meal one morn
On surfacing I struggled to respond
Splashing I became so worn
My feathers were not responding
I'm drifting close to the shore
Amid a sea of thickening black
I sense the closing of my pores
What little strength I have left
As I lie in decaying kelp
I flap my wings and hope in my heart
Someone hears a cry for help
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Somebody help me because I have fallen.
I’m so deep and I can’t get out, it’s too steep.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to leave; it’s becoming harder to breathe.
Screaming but nobody hears.
Crying but nobody sees the tears.
Pulling myself up but getting pulled back down.
Doing nothing but getting swallowed by the ground.
Somebody help me please!
Grasp my hand and don’t release!
I’m being consumed by the darkness.
Clawing cause’ loneliness is calling.
Take me out of this nightmare, nobody is there…
Curled up cold in the corner, life can’t get any shorter.
The mistake that hurts the most is repeating that one mistake over and over again.
I ask for forgiveness, I try to change. All randomly and conscious I end up doing the same.
It makes me sad, it makes me depressed.
After all you’ve done for me, this is what you get.
Im asking for help, I cant do it alone.
Jesus if you help me, I know things wont go wrong.
I beg you help me, because its breaking my heart
My feelings are being ripped apart
Piece by piece, part by part.
The tears are too heavy to wipe away, she doesnt bother getting rid of them
because she feels they are meant to stay
with fiery red eyes and a face with the look of exaust, she feels she has no control
over the feeling she has come across
she disconnected her phone, black lights and curtins covered her room, she even
broke her t.v. she had no interest in being outside to enjoy the excitement she
could see
self medicating, due to a headache every day was the reason everybody believed
she never stayed awake and barely touched a plate
at such a young age she couldnt even look in the mirrior for a few minutes without
turning away, and still not knowing what she feels, shes allowing herself to fade
away
DID ANYBODY GET TO HER BEFORE IT WAS TOO LATE??
There's a man I saw just the other day
However I don't know his name
He was of Hispanic decent I know
But we never spoke just the same.
He was talking to his lawyer
That day about his court case
I felt his pain and anguish
As I looked him in his face.
I could tell he was sorry for what he did
Because even the strongest can become meek
He looked like the drugs he did had done him in
Like cancer to a person so frail and weak.
Prison life doesn't do anything for him
And he doesn't want to do drugs anymore
He wants to move from the city to start over again
I really hope he gets what he asks for.
His lawyer said he'd do what he could
To answer his client's request
I wanted to shake his hand as my heart
Went out to wish him all the best.
I don't know what held me back
From saying how I felt
I guess I just chose to remain silent
Because I really didn't know how to help.
So where ever you are, my brother
I hear you; I hear you loud and clear
If there were ever a way I could help you
It would be to first lend a listening ear.
Scary obsession
and based in insanity
A stalker extreme
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During the devestation of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans, Louisiana. Haunting memories
of a nightmare that will never be forgotten.
All through this great nation,
screaming voices of isolation,
echoing cries of the weak,
along the crossroads of smothering August heat.
No dignity as death unfolds,
wing whipped city, a sinking bowl.
Just for the record and made to be known,
slow to respond to my drowning soul,
with hope for life in a sinking bowl.
The last breath taken with misery,
and just for the record, history.
Ignoring those slaughters,
as if there were none.
But one of your daughters
Were always son.
Simce pre-school,
hating all girl toys,
Even though he acted like a fool,
Always was one of the boys.
Confused child,
With mess in his head.
Worthless maybe kinda wild,
Fantasising about his death.
How lovely, I want to find peace.
Honestly I don't think I can.
I wish seken would not call me "miss"
I wish I could be 'real man'
Nothing. Just ignorance.
Humanity is organisation filled with idiots.
Cause they don't let me finish one sentence.
They ask questions, but in the end they write dots.
I'm tired. I want to cry.
Im not sane, can't see no consequence.
I think would kill myself, and die.
I think I would, if I had a chance.
I would drown myself down the river,
I would feel the cold water, as it soaks my clothes.
I would feel comfortable, I wouldn't shiver,
My hair would feel easy as it floats.
What? No I'm not writing about my own suicide.
It feels like speaking to the deaf people, that are dead.
So please, step aside,
And forget everything I said.
Desperate Cry for Help
New cars, New houses, New Clothes Spending tons of money with the bros
Living life like a show
Living the life of luxury
Thinking all about the money
But what’s funny is that we never ask Why some of us were born rich in the USA
While others were born in impoverished countries like Zimbabwe
Where many people there struggle to earn $2 a day
While we care about the appearance of our hair
People all around the world struggle to keep their bodies from being bare
On vacations and weekends we always complain about where to go
While people are in deserts digging for fresh H2O
Some of us struggle to reach fame and obtain power
While it’s been years since someone had a fresh shower
While we go get pedicures to make our feat nice and neat
There are people killing each other just to eat
These people didn’t ask to be born in those conditions
And neither did we
Was it a chance?
Did we get lucky?
No It’s our duty to stop being greedy
And to help the needy
To give impoverished people the same opportunity
To live a life of comfort and unity
To put clothes on others backs And help them with all the areas they lack
Everyone is created equal
But our living conditions are not
Everyone deserves all the pleasures, luxuries, and opportunities that we’ve got
I hope that now you can see
That billions of people don’t have even the bare necessities
of life, a home or place to live
So it’s up to us to widen our scope, take our blinders off
and give
I cried for help,
But no one could see,
The pain on the inside of me.
There weren't open wounds,
That threatened my life,
But the pain in my mind,
Was a bloodletting strife.
Can't you hear the words I'm saying?
Listen with your heart not your ears,
Maybe than you can identify,
My pain and my fears.
A world of mistrust
is what the Earth has become
please help us Jesus
I cry to you for help, O LORD ;
in the morning my prayer comes before you.
Before you I kneel down and humble myself within
deep inside I long for your touch
I know I love you so very much.
I wake and cry for your love inside
also things that come from above
a whisper,a smell,a breeze in the air,
I long to take your hand in mine
to see your face so divine
how long does the sorrow last
can we just forget the past
You took my pain one day in time
made me yours so true and fine
I love your ways in all my days
I cry out and its not in vein.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
Tears that were once happy have now turn to tears of sadness. Dreams that were once good,have vanish. Anger twirls inside your soul,twisting your feelings that taunts your sanity, have overpowered your strength. Sadness, dispear have deprived you of the happiness you once shared. To a point where the light once shined, has become darkness.
Memories you once adored, are slowly slipping away. A cry for help has expanded. To the point where you feel you can not escape. Rage,anger endures your soul, to the point of no return. That becomes the obstacle, that stands in your way. A cry for help.
A cry for help, to bring you at ease. To forget all the pain and suffering you have accompied over the years,this disease alone. A disease that no one ever thought could defeat them. A chance to overcome your fears, of being lost and lonely. Together we will fight, to help you at ease, so you can overcome this challenge and suceed.
A CRY FOR HELP.
O to live a life that's free of pain.
Will I ever see that day again?
I hope and pray I see that day,
For constant pain is now my way.
A simple accident did it for me.
But at least there's hope for me.
As there is an operation that might cure me
In the meantime I search for a remedy.
I'm sorry for the overuse of Me,
But when you're in pain it's always Me.
All you want is to be free of pain
And back to normal again.
So I searched the internet for some advice.
But the news I got was not nice.
As I thought I was not the only one.
There are many, many much more worse than me.
Stories of suffering and despair were rife,
So many with a life full of strife.
Suffering has no respect for age ,sex, race, colour or creed.
And it never seems to dwindle just breed.
From babies to pensioners,
Young and old,
The stories still the same.
Stories of endless pain.
There are Societies, Associations and Support Groups galore,
With help advice and much,much more.
For Urethra, Colostomy, Bladder, Cancer plus many more.
But we all know what's in store.
But lets be positive and take stock.
A Panacea, a miracle cure may yet be found.
Though it might take a few pound. (£)
And suffering may be a thing of the past.
I hear you laugh aghast.
We all have our Bad days.
And we all have our Good days.
Lets hope the Good days outweigh the Bad days.
And live for the Good days.
We all have things to live for!
I have my children and grand children.
We all have things we'd like to do
And on my bucket list there's still a few.
Pick a Charity of your choice.
And help a loved one or a friend.
Help the search for that Panacea
And fund more doctors and nurses to help aid their recovery.
The Charities are there!
And they need our support.
I have chosen the Urology Foundation.
But that was my personal choice. You make yours.