Best Pleading Poems
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Thou art my pleading heart
Thy kiss my tendered dream
Neath moonlit crescents part
A float yon slumbered stream
Thy flesh of satin touch
As sweet as midnight stroll
Lest life to pass me by
A’ shimmer ‘pon my soul
Pure eyes of supple gaze
So deeply call my mind
To spring blessed feathered days
Lo’ promises to find
Soft lips a’ fall my own
As delicate a rose
Of heaven’s holy throne
O’er whispered breezes flows
My love, o’ take me so
Relieve my tortured fire
This pleading heart doth show
Tis thee my true desire
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Curse you! Oh! The river of time,
Why should you be so cruel
And embarrass your beautiful chime?
Why should you bring her carriage,
To ruin the song of love,
To ruin a beautiful marriage?
O' Princess of the stars,
Don't go so soon away,
What does this land lack,
So plenty in the distant stars far away?
The Mononoke may still be standing high,
Waiting for her next prey,
Let her sleep,
For she will be tired
Of all the standing.
Let us sing the song of love,
For it will be a sin to leave it unfinished.
O' Princess of the stars,
Let the river of nebula be born from your hands,
Where we shall sail in a land,
Where reality and dreams meet,
Let each colour touch me,
As they touch you,
Let your song echo through the galaxies
For eternity,
Let time become futile,
Let its river dry out,
Let us sail for eternity,
Let us be lost and be found again as stars,
Stars of eternal youth, with stories of love to tell.....
It's always so lovely to receive kindness
when someone goes out of their way
just to be kind either by a word or a deed
when they do it really does make your day
To be kind is so opposite of hate
but so many seem to want to do hurt
the inhumanity of man so evident
makes one plead to clean up the dirt
A little kindness can go a long way
people will appreciate a token of a real kind
for its something that opens one's heart
then they may return it you will find
What a picture indeed what a photograph
seeing a person show kindness to a poor soul
a real broad smile comes upon the receiver
feeling that one indeed has filled their hole
So let us all try to be more kind
it doesn't cost much even just a smile
a little cup of kindness can mean so much
to the one who's not had any for a while
(The only religion that I personally embrace is the religion of kindness. - Leslie Jordan ( 1955-)
Pleading with a Whisper
(About the Holocaust)
By: Emily Kroeger
He begs of me to leave him.
Barley a whisper.
What can I do?
He lies here, begging me to let him die.
Barley a whisper.
What can I do?
Leave him to die?
Barley a whisper.
Leave him to be sent to a grave not worthy of him?
Barley a whisper.
No! Never!
He’s my father!
Barley a whisper.
Father!
Father!
Oh my dear father,
Barley a whisper.
I say through blurred eyes and unsteady voice,
Come, father, come,
Do not give into death.
Those lying around you have already seen heavens depths.
Barley a whisper.
Come father,
I will not let you fade away like a whisper in the wind.
I grab God's ankles,
twitching, begging for some hints
What is my purpose?
Is it right to doubt the veracity
Of how much she cares for me
When bidding me farewell
Comes to her so easily?
Is it some sort of preview
Of our parting's inevitability?
Tell me.
Pleading the Fifth is for “mobsters;”
To many, it’s proof of their guilt,
Including a certain ex-leader,
Whose previous claims went atilt.
For once he was called to the hot seat,
The Fifth was his very best friend.
Aside from his name he said nothing,
Defiant right up to the end.
Of course, he gave all the impression
He had quite a lot he should hide,
But if he had actually answered,
We all can be sure he’d have lied.
Don't judge me to harshly O'Lord
mercy on my soul I implore
For I was born into sin
it is a harsh way to begin
It's not that I seldom prayed
or from church I stayed away
It's not that I was full of greed
to me it was just my needs
And those silly little white lies
surly not to my own demise
And to heaven you must let me in
once I even voted Republican
I think Saint Peter is on the sly
he does not seem to want me inside
Those Pearly Gates look shiny and new
come on now let me through
So Lord forgive me somehow
Hand me a harp and a big fluffy cloud
Whatever I did did I really do
there's got to be a loophole or two
The sands in my hour glass rush
but if it isn't too much
Before that judgement bell chimes
I got an extra hour thanks to daylight savings time
his eyes implored for some warmth and laughter
the stench he carried around
told another story
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What is wrong with you?
Don't you see I miss you so
My thoughts are racing
Baby please say something!
Don't leave me like this...
My Love,
You look very tired
Your eyes are bulged and sore
Why, couldn't you find the comb?
Your hair needs a groom
Hasn't your sister ironed your clothes?
Who cook your meals?
Has mama come home?
My love,
Enough is enough
Stop all my therapies no more chemo’s
Please,
Please take me home.
Yes I know I only have few days more
Let’s sing our favorites tonight
If can, we sway in the dim candle light
Lie side by side and watch the moon smiles
You need a rest
My Love
hearts looking for love
sent only from above
mind goes on living
heart goes on dieing
I'll keep on dreaming
I'll keep on thriving
whats the point of living
when nothings shining
I'm full of giving
I'm full of crying
this mess feeling
keeps on blinding
tired of believing
tired of trying
wanting love
needing feeling
insides begging
theres no dealing
needing that one
wanting ,but none
gift from heaven
pure love
amen
When Spring, Its New Symphony One's Pleading Soul Hears
When Spring, its velvet fingers sweeter music plays
New dawns gasping with sunlight streaming all around
Vanished, icy chills from somber winter days
Replaced by Nature's beauty and its living sounds
Life takes on a new bounce, heart a jubilant song
World opens up, its echoes crying out, "Let us live"
We that in this realm must battle to get along
And in hope of hopes, strive to love and act to give!
When Spring, its eager hands majestic music sends
Nights may bring blessings of hot romantic fevers
Life, Love, Harmony, Creation so softly blends
Dancing depths of beauty, makes us true believers!
When Spring, its new symphony one's pleading soul hears
We may live, leaving behind past sorrows and tears!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-22-2020
Sonnet, ( From A Walk In The Bright Woods On A Sweet New Morn )
Note:
Striving to leave doom and gloom behind, I wrote this new poem.
A poem born from a memory of a new Spring day back in 1977.
That Saturday morn while getting breakfast at a nearby restaurant,
I met a ravishingly beautiful lady and instantly fell in love.
Such bliss as one can never forget and later Fate's cruel hand
that brought that loss that forever burns as cries in midnight dreams
of a devastating loss that scars one's soul forever.
The poem expresses the beauty and joy of that first morn and both
of our deep loves of Nature and its many gifts.
Dried-up,
___a stream___
in the moor, no-man’s land.
When a soul dares near—
a gunshot blooms
/ Red /
the barren soil
will feast on
anything.
You said amid this desert stands
—an oasis—
A land of innocence, but where you crown sins.
(Greedy, yes,
but that’s all humanity ever is.)
I begged you to point me to the shrine
yet I am left stumbling,
...blind...
Before what was left
of the roads once promised direction—
I drop
to my knees,
cracked soil tears my skin.
In no-man’s land—
there are no breaths ahead.
The gloomiest story bore me back to those days.
Profound despair overtook me as I listened endlessly.
As I sank, you asked to heed my moving words in agony.
This time, it's for someone else's benefit, not mine.
To be correctly cured and to agnize how much you listen.
I'm merely hoping and praying for a desirable outcome.
My reckless burning bled as much as visible emotion.
I'm absurdly begging for another chance of motion.
Written: December 19, 2021