Best Meek Poems
Eventide eases a discordant day
as peach amber contrails billow on high.
Pink ginger crawls throughout dark smoky gray
and fades as peaceful night’s cover grows nigh.
An informal jam of the waves below,
throbs in harmonic regularity.
The nourishing sounds, some high and some low,
invigorate with their sweet charity.
Muffled moans and grievous groans of the week,
adversity and conflict lose their sway.
Improbable dreams and hopes of the meek
a nearer realization away.
Categories:
meek, color, conflict, day, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
when the skin of the structural make up punctures
when blood and tears rupture like a flowing oil well
on the crest of tidal waves
when the skeleton of human unity shatters worldwide
when our moral void carpets water and land
covers the whole planet
when the fiber of the character of world leaders
deteriorate beyond recognition
then we need
a collective correcting whisper from the masses
explodes like a flower of one trillion seeds of hope.
22~12~2014
With Love
Maurice Yvonne
Categories:
meek, philosophy,
Form:
Didactic
to be humble
is the epitome'
of meekness
Categories:
meek, introspection, life
Form:
Haiku
The humble soul has self respect
Treat others how you would choose be treated
The apple falls from the tree
for you to take freely - the tree giving
There is a courteous respect
when you look to another - inferior to those around you
holding yourself in lesser importance
and not centred on self
Categories:
meek, blessing, devotion, imagery, inspirational,
Form:
We love to be on top, to be liked to be important but God want us to be humble.
Humility is something I struggle with not because I'm a materialistic, flashy person but because I tend to get too defensive and feel like I have to prove myself to people.
Growing up in the hood I was taught I had to be tough, I had to be aggressive, I had to be edgy in order to survive and get what I want otherwise I be considered soft or a pushover.
I'm not blaming my environment because we all are sinful at the end of the day but I'm just reveling the roots behind this bad seed known as pride.
I was always quiet, easy-going and socially awkward so I was always a target for someone to be messed with. I was so tired of feeling like a doormat so I thought I had to defend myself when someone say something condescending to me or just attack me about something tooken out of context.
It ended up being just pointless energy wasted on people who are always going have their opinion no matter what I say.
I have high ambitions of being a full-time poet, traveling around the world and impacting people's lives and I believe God wants me to prosper, but at same time I know pride can come out of such a high position and my biggest fear is that I get so successful that I become arrogant and feel like I can't do no wrong.
I seen so many of my heroes fallen because of fame and success: they got addicted to drugs, committed adultury, become self-righteous or forget where they came from.
I pray I become more Christ-like in my journey of making it big.
I pray for accountability, to have people to tell me no when something is not right. I pray I stay grounded in God that fame and success don't become a liability but asset to my faith. I pray that I get to a place where I don't have to answer to no one but God.
Categories:
meek, inspirational, jesus, spiritual,
Form:
Blank verse
She was always meek and mild
Mannered… like a smile
Filling up the room with pleasure
Gentle faith and quiet joy
Inspiring hearts to listen to the One
Who speaks in the stillness
And lights up the entire heart
With beauty so alive
It pours hope through the soul
Silences the busyness
Colors the air in hues of brilliance
She whispered to the mind
Who echoed her delight
In creativity and revelation
Music in notes of appreciation
Kindness falls from her pores
As she faces the weary
Thoughts of despair, in prayer
For the grace to face
Every moment of bleakness
With mercy and thanksgiving
She calms the stormy emotions
Tones of warmth on the surface
Of cool, clear thoughts
A wandering imagination, expectations
Living amid the stardust hopes
Enchanting passions
With knees bent to pray
Leaving darkness and dread
Falling in the shadows
Penetrating the intimate rays
Of laughing sunshine
She delights in the truth
Welcomes the music of courage
Strengthening the composure
Of the heart who knows her
Sees her goodness, her godliness
Beauty mesmerizing, bright
Desires playing with the edges
With a caress, embracing
The details of her love, her praise
Her abundant, believing, faith
She is the hint of splendor
Amid the dead leaves in Autumn
Falling gracefully, lightly
Over a bed of wildflowers in vibrant
Rich blushes of lilac and rose
Healing hearts with tangerine dreams
And crimson ideas, themes
Born on the moments of Spring
Lifting away the dry, arid sarcasm
Of a Summer drought, the way
Some other woman might weep
When the Fall gives way to white peaks
Her heart and soul make me know
Love like this is beyond words
It is light and laughter and living
It is grace and glory and giving
It is the answer to a solemn prayer
It lifts the melancholy whispers
Of glossy tears, fears that come
From the heart who listens to worry
And never knows the certainty
God is there forever, eternally
Giving His love to those who know
He is the One we’re living for!
Categories:
meek, angel, appreciation, beautiful, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
Fresh with gone spirit,
Dead in encroaches,
you aren’t holy;
forget about righteousness-
All have sinned!
Father’s Acts trembled in our ears,
printed on every core,
tied on each depth
hitherto, Falling short of justification
by transgress decree!
Desire of the fresh
like a fluctuating fever.
as a driving roll,
all along the conduct of the world.
Lust of the ecosphere,
Prince of the power
Leading the biosphere,
deceiving religious folks
with beliefs and gods;
as Jewish leaders,
Sons of disobedience!
By phusis, the broods of wrath,
longing the desire of the fiend,
Pretence to Father!
Lengthy mercy past love
toward a man; seeking Him by Faith.
Deads made alive in Christ
as zombies- “the dead don’t die.”
Saved yet, you aren’t worth it!
His Laws for man to break
as virginity in dog’s hand.
By grace you are hoarded-
‘here’s No other way!
you are washed,
justified and set apart;
Prior life is gone!
Speak evil of no one,
You’re once disobedient.
Categories:
meek, bible, deep, truth,
Form:
Free verse
THE MEEK
wild horses trained for service
ridden until their will is broken
compliant complete and grafted
Jesus said the meek are blessed
implying humility and gentleness
submission untamed or identified
God-willed rule denied incomplete
where are we on meekness scales
God not implying timid and weak
but humble compliant and broken
eternal peace He promised the meek
“The meek will inherit the land and enjoy great peace”—Psalm 37:11
© August 2013—Kim van Breda
Categories:
meek, christian, earth, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Thinking strength, resilience
Begins with hard hearts, roughness
Toughness that silences the hopes,
The dreams, the beautiful – the grace
Miracles on display in the glistening
Glittering parades, stardust
Whispers planted on the oceans
Sapphire shadows, skies alive with the
Floating halos, angel’s flying
There beneath the moon’s glow
Or is it only the music of flickering
Legends, wishes standing firm
Beneath the beckoning soul of a moon
Who knows that the tough, the strong
Are so very wrong…
Thinking strength comes from stone cold,
Hard hearts…
Even the stars know that the beautiful,
The soft and fragile, the falling
Become the most powerful promise,
The wish that inspires the others,
Who know that strength comes to the hope
Whose muscle is nourished by a frailty,
A flaw who remembers to grow braver,
Stronger, more powerful… because it has faced
The limitations, the infirmity, the imperfection
The softest heart often brings victory
To those who remember to listen to the way
Hope hears the gentle in grace and faith,
Love hears the potential in the most humble thanks
The meek become the strongest of all…
Saving the world from the darkness, the fall
Matthew 11:29 (KJV) “Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.”
Categories:
meek, appreciation, christian, faith, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Deep down in his heart was the draining of sorrow,
Despite the reality of his faith grabbing the dew of every morning,
He forms the power of stable mind but never turns a candle light on,
Whenever words get full in his mouth, darkness fence him tremendously,
He paints down every imagination,
He pens down every echoing sound,
Immediately society set out to brag of their partners, he perceives unsensational dispensation appearing from the ground,
They only haste to rule his meekness with a vile, making him feel bound,
They had no figured realizations to dispose their murderous acts firmly nowed,
In a cage was he alone, despite his presence among men identifiably and unidentifiably yoked,
Finding himself a dream took his spirit toward a lonely road,
Many had the thought to drag his individuality into a black sack,
Hey, those squad never knew what he terms, “logical man of unperforated fact”,
Firmly did he sat to establish a compactible gust,
Since those unaware nuisances steam their senseless passions to mislead with sprinkled dust,
A dagger he raised to butcher their inequity was rightly sharpened for a total must,
And the state of their recalcitrance was divided into shame,
Stelled eyes behind the scene elaborated the story of the meek,
This finely fortified the “ready aimed” of this generation to step up their game,
But the pride insane refused to listen and understand what every sage need,
He was an exradictionary caliber pertain without greed,
And he had it all written on his face, how he wishes all those weakened get freed,
That`s a factuality roofing the head of “THE MEEK”,
Yeah, he was meek…
And no one dares to deny it as truth.
Categories:
meek, angel,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Into the carnage
He came.
Beautiful,
Aloof, noble.
Pure of heart.
All around him
Fear shouted.
His fellows,
Crazy in panic
Losing hope.
He stood his ground
against the brutality.
He stood proud, unafraid.
He brought
comfort to the
condemned.
A light in the darkness
To be sacrificed
BRAVE
I dedicate this poem to all the horses who faced fear and suffering in the First World War. Beauty amongst the carnage.
Categories:
meek, animal, war,
Form:
Free verse
I hear the trees
Whisper in the leaves
As she wrestles with the breeze
Gently standing free
Tempest passes over thee
Those standing claim victory
So God gave them the earth
And they smiled amogst the company
Calm and peace they´ll be
Categories:
meek, blessing, change, destiny, god,
Form:
BETSY MEEK AND MILD
There was a cow called Betsy
She was gentle meek and mild.
A pretty coloured Jersey one,
Milked daily by a young child.
Betsy loved to feel the touch
Of the child's warm soft fingers,
Sending her into a dream like state,
Memories on which she lingers.
When the child became school age,
He'd no time to milk her any more,
This upset Betsy meek and mild,
So she kicked in the barn door.
Then the father had to milk her,
Under her udder he put the pail,
Betsy not wanting his rough hands,
So whacked him with her tail.
It knocked the farmer off the stool,
And cracked his head on the gate.
Being furious the farmer said,
'I'll teach you a lesson mate'.
Determined to continue milking,
He tied her tail to a post.
And sitting down on the stool,
She kicked him; where it hurt the most.
The story soon spread around,
About Betsy the cow meek and mild,
The towns folk thought it hilarious,
Which just drove the farmer wild.
He thought he'd have the last laugh,
To the butcher this cow he'd take,
Thinking of such sweet revenge,
When tasting her juicy steak.
But that laugh belonged to Betsy,
She escaped the butcher some how,
And they never ever found her,
That wily meek and mild cow.
Copyright © Vivien Wade April 2014
Categories:
meek, urban,
Form:
Rhyme
My friend opines, men are strong, but women
are much stronger enough to make them weak;
It's difficult to believe; Are men meek?
Hurting men's ego; how he has written.
Unfortunately, he is very right;
Study says, women's brains are hardwired to
focus more on emotional ado
nurturing their emotional orbit.
But, men's brains focused to hear emotion,
study says, then try to find solution.
With such differences women work to
enhance own self-control by finding tools
to adjust emotional state as rules
when needed, while making decisions too.
~X~X~X~
Categories:
meek, emotions,
Form:
Sonnet
Droves and groves of darkness driven in rickshaws of dissipation
Shake to their foundation heaps and drips of innocence
Grown in salient steps in anticipation
That progress pricks open wounds of imbalance
Weighed against flares of care cultivated
In travails that avail advances
Processed after assessment indicated
Needs for innocence to devolve dances
Minds meander in to invite dollops of hope
To rescue sanity and dignity from complacency
Imbibed in goblin gulps that grope
For light and might in the darkness decency
Strains and cranes to appropriate proportions dunces imitate
Manners that grow and throw rows of spanners
In the works full of ammunition to decimate
Conduits of despair to pave the way for meek manners and bold banners
When envelopes of hope in their sterling scope
Shine light to illuminate stairs
Where despair creeps, sleeps and weeps to hope
For a solution that solves pesky problems upstairs
Sowing seeds that weed out feeds
In formulated fractions and functions with efficacy
Effectiveness and efficiency creeds
In a manner dishing out an adroit diet delicacy
When an invisible hand snaps to attention
Combat crews primed to wipe out
All clouds of despondency whose mission
Terminates defeat deficiencies beyond any shadow of doubt.
Categories:
meek, poems,
Form:
Free verse