Best Plea For Help Poems
There is pain in the city today Lord
tears came with the morning wind
I’m down on my knees
searching for my brothers and my sisters
promises of forever changed forever within moments
let the mercy begin
Dreams of tomorrow are now yesterday’s memories
families lost with strangers...life lost with innocence
kiss them softly for they have suffered
protect them all from harm’s way
and let them be forever warm
let the mercy begin
Planes flew in the sky right through to heaven’s gate
a nations strength resolved from the dust of towers
the price of freedom paid for in full on a country field
fortress warriors taken without quarter
lay each one of them so softly and gently down
let the mercy begin
A choir of heroes each one a protector of life
men and women who answered every plea for help
brave comrades falling in the flames as many to save the few
let their heartbeats become heaven’s eternal sweet symphony
allow our lives to be a reflection of their true courage and spirit
let the mercy begin
Our distance apart is now but a breath of time
to find one another…simply reach to the sun
in the sound of a child’s laughter
and when I yearn for the gentleness of their touch
I will need only to hold a butterfly in my hands
let the mercy begin
IRISH
Dedicated to the New York City Fire Department
Written in Chicago, Sept 12th, 2001
I was in the middle of creating when I realized how gloomy everything was turning. I was placing mean words on the paper. I had started with the word inspiration…..so how had this happened? I stared in horror at my words, which had turned dark and angry.
Apparently I had spent too much time in my tomb this weekend – blinds shut, dog on lap, two fourteen hour days of sheer darkness, lit only by unhappy fast moving TV people – detectives, solving murder after murder. A steady diet of UGH.
Have you taken a peek at your children and grandchildren’s video games? I have. They are not much better than what I had done to myself this weekend. But they are younger, and I should have known better. All this yellow tape and meanness to humanity is not good for this garden-loving grandma.
I can only imagine children’s bleak hopelessness on Monday after a steady diet of swear words and killing on the weekends. Has anyone who is an adult played Fortnight? The most popular killing video game and free to your children? I can barely function today after my weekend, and I am supposedly a grownup.
Take a peek at what your children are doing. And help them, and then come to my house, tear down my blinds and break my TV okay?
Reach down to me, I plea for help
A battle goes on between my soul and my heart
I cannot pick a side, for at my option death will be there waiting to lay her bones upon my flesh
I can hear it all
Broken hopes and dreams cry horribly
Shattered promises clash like Roman spears
I hurt with great pain and anguish
Blood-shot eyes, and I see nothing my way
Is this war to prolong and forever stay
I feel I am being followed by her game
She whispers in broken phrases
Unable to understand I break in two
A curse plays hide and seek with me
I fear its going to win
What will then become of I
Am I to lay with the underworld
For the battle that dwells in me, an audience pays ears
The one whom knows it all, about suffering and dying
Fear the night
The moon shall turn to blood
The sun shall be a dwarf, its light will be no more
The battle will cease
I will loose
But again I will walk to be judged
I will rise when He calls my name
I will praise
Will I live again
Seek His heart, let Him cease your battle
Only He can make you whole
For my God is love
Amen.
doe eyed plea for help
nothing on earth can withstand
puppy in the rain
for contest 'micropoetry- ain't that tweet' sponsored by
Casarah Nance
Jul 31st 2015
I read that book
When I was way to young
To understand
Its intricacies
The utter
Humanness
Of the plot
The re-read
Left me
In a state of
Panic'an
Bileness
Shreds my emotions
Like your mouth is
Just before
Being sick
The helplessness
As the two
Plea for help
From each other
As madness
Slowly encroaches
As they cannot
Make head nor tail
Of life
And what
It doesn’t offer
The missing piece
Was just them
On my book shelf
All this time
It
Just there
Made a thousand
Curtains fall
And I
Just sat
On the floor
In awe
Of what stood beyond
Those curtain falls
Funny
It was telling me
Something was coming
A couple of weeks
Of intense signs
Except the last one
Before
The falls
I hadn’t
Seen that before
Yet I
Have lived it
I have spoken it
I experienced it
In three years’, time
This insight
To life
Leaves me
Felling flat
As I totally
Understand
The full humanism
Of our situation
And why
It all occurs
I stand
Atop a cliff
Above
The total madness
It
Holds my hand
And speaks
‘You discovered how to walk
Its time
To teach you
How to ride a bike’
Hello?
Is there anyone out there?
Can anyone hear me?
Hello?
You there. Yes I am speaking to you.
Please can you help me?
Where are you going?
No. No. wait.
Please dont leave me alone.
I need your help.
Why is this keep happening?
Why does it hurt so bad?
What did i do to deserve this?
Im trying. Believe me Im trying.
Im trying as hard as i can,
But i just cant do it.
Everywhere i turn
seems like an opportunity
but when i turn to that opportunity
it seems to jump everywhere
I cant no more.
I just simply cant do it.
Doctor. Nurse. Best friend. Mentor
So much potential but will it come true
Or will they just disappear into the blue
I just cant no more
So many times i hear im sorry
i have never seen this occur
then i get a shrug of the shoulders
They dont care really
As they move on with their lives
to my pillow is where i run
To shed my tears
thinking about all of my fears
Thinking of all my faults
No where to run, nowhere to hide
All the pain is just building inside
it hurts so much but i must smile
because i must fulfill my duty
My duty to serve all out there
but what happens when i cant
will the world end?
will the earth shatter?
no they will move on and find another
one to be strong as a father and
as caring as a mother
but what about me? huh.
Is there no one, anyone
please hear my plea for help
please hear my plea for guidance
the pain. the hurt. the disappointment
is just too much to bear.
please what more can i do
please what more can i say
i dont want your money
I dont need your pity
A shoulder to lean on
is all im asking for
A caring heart is all i seek
please...please....please
do you see these tears flowing from my eyes
I hope you do because this might
be the last time you do
For after tonight,
there will be no more me...
More of you, dear LORD.
Less of me.
Flood me with the presence of the Living God.
Flood my heart, soul, mind, and spirit with the fullness of Your Word.
My soul longs for the marrow of the Word of God.
My bones long to heal from the agony of this earthly existence.
Always under attack and no relief for a single day.
Where do I go but unto You, O LORD?
Is there anyone else who can hear my plea for help?
No, there is no one but You because You are the beginning and the end.
You are the pause in between every second and every moment, and You are the thoughts of My soul.
Quicken my palate to only thirst for You and Your precepts.
Allow My soul to meditate on them even when my eyes are closed.
It is a long day every day, dearest Father, and I cannot make it without You.
Come and sit beside me all day long and set Your eyes upon me as I drift to sleep.
Continue to protect me and give me peace.
Eternal peace and grace.
Amen.
dead on the inside rotten one the outside
should go and hide but hindered by my pride
try to be unique but treated like a leper
standing tall but crumbling under pressure
take a look and you’ll see its a charade
marching like pro lifers at a pro choice parade
in the midst of something you don’t understand
watching and waiting for that elusive master plan
life is a gift that you should not be missing
but have you ever heard of re gifting?
all lives are equal! what a useless joke
search for that truth through the deceptive smoke
I’m not one to criticize what I don’t understand
or to preach about putting it to the man
that chapters over we know we cant win
but is wanting something better really a sin?
I write poems about what I feel or know
this ones my heart despite the freak show
aim for something better but to slow on the draw
work for what you want. guess what my hands are raw
I’m still homeless, jobless, and trying to persevere regardless
things look up and then you get hit the hardest
this isn’t a complaint or a plea for help
I don’t want anyone I’m better by myself
trust in those who are closest to you
I looked for help and instead got pushed through
I’m done with this poem and I’m sure you are too
just remember the only person there for you is you
Sometimes when my life seems to be at a bitter end,
And there is no one that I can truly call a friend.
I raise my eyes towards the heavens and begin to pray,
That I will resist all the sin and temptation that comes my way.
And even though I might stumble, fall and even crawl,
I will without hesitation, to God, my plea for help I'll call.
Thank you Jesus for taking me in despite all of my sins,
And the glorious fact that because of you, Satan never wins.
The Ocean Air filled the ship,
a gray cloud swam before her eyes,
feelings dipped, emotions flipped,
and her mind filled with cries,
then ghosts sprawled into the shadows,
she didn’t understand what was going on here,
first the ocean air, then fear,
but she wanted to go to America to end a relationship
with her boy-friend,
it had to be done in person,
and that’s the only way their relationship would end,
should end,
so crossing the ocean air,
was the only way she’ll get there,
but something terrible was happening,
haunting, chilling,
thrilling, not fulfilling.
She thought she was dreaming,
the ship streaming
on top of the ocean waves,
she coiled arms around his picture in a frame,
closed her eyes just the same,
cracked a misleading photogenic smile,
held it awhile,
then the ship started shuddering, fluttering,
heading into the dimness,
propelled a few more feet,
smoke came, then heat,
screams that tortured her eardrums were heard,
God even heard the Atheist’s word,
their plea for help came in loud and clear,
when death comes, they too fear,
the impact blew down her door,
bodies on the floor,
ceilings and panels cracked then let go,
furniture on the flow,
being carried away by the rushing stream,
a cloud of dust filled the ocean air,
and the end felt near.
No mockery when grown men cry,
no mercy when they would die,
Angels flying,
children crying,
God trying,
as the water was pulling them into a crush embrace,
and all she wanted was to see his face,
the break-up had to be a face to face,
the ocean’s embrace almost made her pass out from pain,
everything was crazy,
everything was insane,
history was made that day,
and it was certainly no prank,
he wouldn’t hear what she had to say,
because it was the day the Titanic sank
Murmers in a crowded room.
Eyes flicker back and forth full of fear and presumption.
All eyes are on her but in reality are averted elsewhere.
A faint laugh rings loud in her ears and a crimson blush blossoms at her cheeks.
surrounded by whispers
Friends fade to foes.
Fantasy overrides reality.
Sanity is shadowed by mindless addiction.
Red lines are drawn on her delicate skin a release for ecstacy that would not long
for a means for an end.
They see the white in the tan.
filled by whispers.
Tension builds, panic stricken.
She gives a silent plea for help that falls to blind eyes.
Thoughts of despair of hatred and pain flash before her.
In her final moments she thinks "let them talk" as she kicks away the chair and
fades to black.
they all whisper
you saved me from gloom
pulling me in to safety
at my plea for help
In my dreams;
I see the malicious red flames lick away our prized possessions
and we watched mesmerized,
while it destroyed years of labor.
Years of slavery by our fathers of old
years of suffering by the weak; the coward
years of struggle by the fearless; the bold.
drums of sweat; drums of blood
it was the ransom for our possessions paid
the warm victory earned by a sweat of blood
the wicked raging fire now consumes.
As my eyes this painful sight beheld,
I feel a dull ache in my heart,
choking sobs wrench my throat.
Just then, I start from the bed,
it had been a dream; a nightmare
No, I had dreamt in reality
and the dull ache grows
till it resonates with the sound of pounding pestles.
The red flame was our greed
our possessions; our dignity, honesty, and personality
once again we sold ourselves into slavery, a bondage of freedom.
My heart shatters and I weep for my fatherland
My gaze fixed as it were on the raging flames
I see the smug faces of my fathers
lay curse as they gnash their teeth in pain
angry at the heritage that made fools of them
Silently they watch us suffer
and trampled on by strangers
I crouch in fear, trembling, sweating
and I say a word of prayer,
a plea for help, just for my fatherland.
Your comments, I hold so dear.
My lack of response,
I fear,
is my ignorance of how to respond.
I love you all so dear,
I await your endearing comments,
loving encouragement,
and instruction on how to use this site.
An actual plea for help.
Love Always and Forever
Dangerous Daffny
In a land where shadows linger long,
A tale unfolds of a people's song.
Apartheid's chains, a cruel embrace,
Enslaved hearts in a divided space.
Kindred souls, with no love for gold,
Living lives where stories are told.
No ego's sway, no material desire,
Yet, history unfolds, a somber fire.
Through years of colonization's hand,
A web woven tight across the land.
Black against black, a twisted game,
Materialism's rise, igniting the flame.
Brothers turned enemies, sisters in strife,
A discord sown in the fabric of life.
Marriages crumble, love replaced,
By a hunger for wealth, an insatiable taste.
Men with men, for coin's allure,
Sisters sell bodies, hearts impure.
Fathers oppressed, bearing the weight,
Of a legacy forged in a bitter fate.
Mothers, once pillars, now torn between,
Feminist fervor, a tumult unseen.
Destroying man, a misguided quest,
As unity crumbles, a nation oppressed.
In the chaos, a stark divide,
White families thrive, with values beside.
Raising children free from trauma's stain,
While others suffer from history's pain.
Land ownership a tale of despair,
As the majority's share becomes rare.
Charges for power, land, and more,
A cruel toll on a people's core.
Nelson Mandela, once hailed with cheer,
Now accused, a clone, a double near.
ANC's leaders, bellies filled with greed,
Stealing from those with the greatest need.
A nation weeps, in sorrow and woe,
As the coming generation begins to sow,
Seeds of despair, young lives entwined,
In a web of darkness, seeking to find.
Awakening sought in the depths of despair,
A plea for help, a nation's prayer.
To break the chains and rise above,
Reclaiming a heritage, a legacy of love.