Best Plead Poems
As soft eyes, reflect a desperate need.
each subtle breath, exhaled in loneliness.
tender hearts can’t endure, such weariness.
the tone of your voice, carries urgency.
from chains of sorrow, a heart must be freed.
though the world seems devoid of earnestness.
this isn’t a world, fill with gloominess.
through this sonnet with love, to you I plead.
How can I prove, my love for you is real?
what words of love will stop, the tears you cry?
what deed, will ease the sadness in your eyes?
place your hand upon my heart, you will feel.
the rhythm of a love, that longs to heal.
to remove the burdens, which make you sigh.
to release your spirit, so you can fly.
to know your love, my heart with joy, would reel.
Take me, oh this soul does plead
Once upon a midnight dreary, as I ponder weak and weary
Falling as a distant star comes reaching of my heart
Knees connect with fertile soil, darkness on this hour loyal
Twilight bid its fond farewell as evening spends its start
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Chilled this open field a’ rest, facing east my own confess
Silence comes in wintered thoughts a’ calling to my mind
Lone is found this majesty, born mine lonely eyes to see
There upon the heavens form this beauty I do find
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Reaching for your open hand, actions of an empty man
Seeking but the wisdom that shall lead me to your side
Grasping at the frosted air, evermore I long to share
In amongst these feelings glowing bright this velvet sky
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Take me, oh this soul does plead, thee shall be my every need
Endlessly I cherish every vision sent above
As a light does glisten free, when your smile my heart does see
Fending off this winter with the warmth of your sweet love
I was challenged to use the opening line of Poe’s “The Raven”
“Once upon a midnight dreary, as I ponder weak and weary”
and create a love poem following the form, cadence and rhyming pattern of the line
3/6/15
Where an everlasting breeze exists
Across the trees and cliffs
It was just me and a ship
Lost at sea adrift
I didn't really need a wish
Because I believed in gifts
As I continued to feed the fish
While remembering to plead the fifth
I wondered if I was really gone, would I ever be missed
No matter how choppy
The waters got I would not let it stop me
Even though the shores were always rocky
And it would be rather difficult to get out scot free
It was no time to be sloppy
So after several cups of coffee
I no longer felt like a zombie
And left when it was foggy
Even though to some it would've been kamikaze
I made it and took a moment to celebrate at a palm tree
Then when I was home, I copied
The answers to life on a floppy
While others were bragging and boasting about a bugatti
I hit them with the force of a tsunami
Its so cold in here,
lifes the only thing i fear.
I can't take this much longer,
my bones are about to break.
How can any people stand this,
I feel like im digging my own grave.
I just cant take this no more,
I...
I cant breath.
I cant speak.
I cant live,
Without warning.
Please, oh, please,
Get me out,
Out of here.
But the best you can do is give me wings.
I feel so trapped up,
Im not feeling any love.
My heart turns to glass,
And my tears have turned to blood.
Everything around me shatters,
Including my very own spirit.
I cant breath.
I cant speak.
I cant live,
Without warning.
Please, oh, please,
Get me out,
Out of here.
But the best you can do is give me wings.
In Prayer Will Plead
In prayer to God will always plead,
Meet my requirements and do need;
Never boast;
Enjoy coast;
Help me to overcome all my greed.
Jim Horn
If, Plead I, Beg I, To Merciful Heart, Dare Write,
Dedicated To Master Poe
If, a master of dark poetry I could be
composing verses that shows Light's truth to be free
in mind's hidden realms, take witnessing midnight strolls
as such the better, Light's greater powers extol
With nary a fear, that Truth ever meets defeat
knowing such verse to many is so very sweet!
Plead I, writer for justice as born I to be
kind of man, brave and true, as stout as an oak tree
as a word warrior, that this wicked world would fear
as poet, with a courageous path true and clear
With nary a fear that, Truth ever meets defeat
knowing such verse to many is so very sweet!
Beg I, blessings be on white paper from black pen
with sweeter hope sent to children, women and men
words set to regale and show how Light's truth prevails
in recounting from those dreams, many darken tales
With nary a fear that, Truth ever meets defeat
knowing such verse to many is so very sweet!
To merciful heart, this deep hope as my sweet goal
knowing well, such would take a sacrificial toll
in doing comes, ills that beset a poet's heart
sacrifice to the better, Light and Truth impart
With nary a fear that, Truth ever meets defeat
knowing such verse to many is so very sweet!
If, plead I, beg I, to merciful heart, dare write
setting Light to Dark fears of mankind's scary nights
will Life this gift again punish as it did Poe
gifting blacken-sorrows everywhere I dare go
With nary a fear that, Truth ever meets defeat
knowing such verse to many is so very sweet!
Robert J. Lindley, original rhyme,
June 9th 1985--
edited, August 1989, May 1997, November 1999,
July 23rd, 2007 and finally today, December-08--2019....
FORTY-EIGHT VERSES EVENTUALLY CUT DOWN TO THIRTY.
I raddle in my silly little cage.
Pacing and begging.
From whispers to screams.
I beg.
But none hear.
None want to.
It's all just for nothing?
But then when the light is fading.
When nothing seems to glimmer and shimmer with delight.
Something so small will happen.
If your too busy begging for your god, if you have one, to hear you just might miss it.
Something simple.
Something sweet.
The most meaningful though.
Would be seeing another, pacing and raddling at their chains.
Some one trying desperately to be better. Hating the situation around them, with minimal options.
That small look though.
That soft broken smile.
Isn't it so sweet? Something close to bliss?
When you see your pleads for all the pain to end echoing on a strangers face?
A look that whispers softly, showing a broken apology and a mutual shame.
One that only we can see, they say they can but they don't ever know the real meaning.
The one of recognition, of being seen as a human being, of having someone share the pain without question, without resentment nor hesitation. That small moment of solidarity.
It'll be quick, it'll be so so quiet.
So watch.
And listen.
You just might see more.
No one can hear, there is just too much noise.
But I bet you can see.
You are not alone in this pain.
But when will you see that the chains holding us all in this torment,
Well, their our own silly little wish, for a world without pain.
The thing holding us back is the wish to not cause pain.
Such a shame they only learn by their own tools, mainly breaking the broken.
I think they know it but do you?
Did I arrive before the final showing?
Before your heart was erased?
All I know is that
When we run the gamut
There are rules
That cannot be broken
And shattered like an icicle
Falling to the ground.
There are spirals in the mind
That annoy even the great ones,
With pedigrees like tulips.
Free at last--
Or so he thought--
Before the final undertaking.
All hope of winning the prize is lost,
Yet beauty stands out
And is known.
In this prison of mortality,
I am a limp doll.
My features show the age of years;
My harmonies plead for mercy.
Do you remember a name, I asked.
There was no answer.
But I knew it was Stephen--
Stephen who paints windows
And affixes doors--
Stephen the unhinged.
Fiction, he said, is the truth
Behind the facts,
The wandering of lost sheep
Who walk in their dreams.
They are those who in a trance
Can appear quite normal.
Like frogs, they burrow beneath the mud
And wait for rain.
Rain was a long time coming that year.
Everyone knew it would be dry;
The almanac said so.
The signs were posted everywhere:
Seven years of drought,
A long waiting to be born.
Shed on that certain kind of warmth
You give the waters that washed away our footsteps
Illumine the dark leaves of our past
Blown away by the indifferent breeze.
Desiccate the grass that invited conversations
But leave the roots unscorched.
I prayed to Autumn to blow away my pains
But Winter entertained me instead.
I won’t let Spring visit me
Until you burn down her cold heart, Summer.
TOO LATE TO PLEAD
( event to Republic of Biafra)
Long time ago, all the way
From northern Nigeria, a lorry
Load of a thousand headless
Corpses arrived at“Obodo Ajana
village square”. In that instance,
The earth shivered, shrunk,
Sobbed, wept and closed her eyes.
To see none of the Inhumanity.
It was as if rain hid in the
Sky,refused to rain..
No! It was as if the sun
Romanced the moon.
An eclipse? No! Mother
Earth weept for her children,
Refused Consolation… because they were no more
More appalling, heap
Of a woman cut in her travail.
We felt really bruised.
Bruised though we were,
The Victims were buried.
Its Mission fulfilled, the lorry
Got stuck at the village square.
No child ever toyed with it.
It’s inscription “Heavens Gate”
Gradually faded to time and weather,
Leaving a scare that neither rain nor
Sun could erase. Of its Painting
The village Catechist condemned,
“Everyman had been judged before
Arrival. Too late to plead,
Too late to pray
And too crooked to say
“NIGERIA PRAYS”
Somewhere at Aburi, Ghana,
Reason failed.
Brothers in brute
Passion matched to war.
The rest was history.
AKUDOLU IGNATIUS.
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The Blood it covers all my sin,
It brings me peace and joy within,
He died on the cross there that day,
The Lamb slain to take my sins away.
I plead the Blood of Jesus over me,
I plead the Blood that saved and set me free.
His Blood was shed at Calvary,
I plead the Blood of Jesus over me.
When Satan accuses me of sin,
He says, "Plead guilty, you're condemned."
I give old Satan my plea,
I plead the Blood of Jesus over me.
By Charles E. Fitzgerald 07/03/00 Lakeland, Florida
I learned to accept good with the
bad.. The ugly ruined everything we
ever had, realizing u were
everything I ever had. said u didnt
rly care & thats what makes me mad
dnt kno if its a lie or if a fact..
Regardless shouldve been there for
u cus I still see my futur in ur
hands.. Whether or not & thats what
makes it sad.. If need be ill let go its
all part of the plan itll be hard cus ur
like my bestfriend& my right hand.
Know me better than myself u truly
understand.. Im truly sorry& I hope
that u understand accept the fact
that im really sorry.. Hope ur
around for life maybe make me ur
wife.. From writting ur name In sand
til forever id want u to b my man.. A
lil daughter or a son holdin both our
hands. I might be in dreamland cus
the dreams weve had.. Know I fkd
up
but papi can we stick to the plan?
Though ur gone ur the only 1 that
has me hanging on.. Even if it takes
forever ill never do u wrong.. U
dissed me I dissed u baby we both
were wrong. Im still here cus our
bond is so strong correct me if u
think im wrong but since 16 u kno
dat I been on.
Without pride this time.,still I loved
u for so long.. Im stuck prayin hopin
that u aint moved on. I look up to u
know I believe in u id prolly die for
u always ride for u..
I Plead
Calling from inside you
I could only reach as far as your deaf ears
you,a mother,turned to stone,
who else would comfort me ,come hither|| ||
Scores of dreams in my expectant eyes
all to fill your lap with joy
Can’t wait a moment more to see the world
mother,let me go out and play|| ||
Divine,it would be,oh mother
to walk with you ,hand in hand
Oh how glad,you shall be to see me realize your dreams
as if with a magic wand || ||
From a dainty bud to my brightest bloom
I shall grow one day
but how cruel you are mother
to plan to have me brushed away||
How unjust it is of you
to contemplate leaving me in mortal pain
Hassled you are of the thought
your womb nurtures a fellow woman|| ||
Burdensome I will be
was all your mind could conjure
So gutted you were to imagine
my premature marital pyre|| ||
Call you mother ,see the world
was it so much to ask for
you take all the blame
God knows it,rest assure || ||
His court will question you
yes ,that day will come
what will your reply be mother
for the sin that you have done|| ||
A girl child I was
made your womb my home
Motherhood,I gave you
a mother,you could never become|| ||
Mi Plead Di Blood (In Jamaican Creole)
Satan! Guwey! Mi plead di blood pon yu aready
A wey yu tink? Yu ano Freddy?
Mi no fraid a yu. My God sey, Him step pon yu head
So, wha yu tink? Yu dead! Yu dead! Yu dead!
Aready!
God sen Him Son, pon Calvary Him shed Him blood
An wid His word mi feet mi shod
Mi in a state of contentment
Becaas mi obey every commandment
Get laas Satan! Guwey!
MI, PLEAD, DI BLOOD!
PON YU!
I Plead The Blood (In Queen’s English)
Satan! Go away! I plead the blood on you already
What do you think? You are not Freddy?
I am not afraid of you. My God says, He stepped upon your head
So, What do you think? You’re dead! You’re dead! You’re dead!
Already
God sent His Son, on Calvary He shed His blood
And with His word my feet I’ve shod
I am in a state of contentment
Because I obey each commandment
Get lost Satan! Go away
I, PLEAD, THE BLOOD!
ON YOU!