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...

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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...

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to be humble 
is the epitome'
of meekness...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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