Best Pleadingly Poems
We could smell blood everywhere.
Sitting crouched against white,
Lifeless marble,
Our violins to our chins
As crusted black blood
Stuck, pleadingly,
To our music sheets.
We were to summon beauty in hell;
To compel the murderous to tears
And the dying back to life, but,
I could smell blood everywhere.
My heart gave out in a
Lurching throb.
My bow swam against the hair
And I, in mind, among the countless wasted.
This could happen anywhere.
And this happens everywhere.
Beauty in hell.
The fount of flowers in the black.
The smoldering sickness
Against sweet-lacquered intentions.
Blood is everywhere.
As we hunt blindly, stupidly,
For the grace of gauze.
Categories:
pleadingly, death, life, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Born into a life of poverty crime and squalor
where hunger and cold winds bite
and disease is rife
and it was a daily battle to stay alive
and find some food to stay alive.
Uneducated illiterate caught in the poverty trap
drinking polluted water
from the same polluted cholera riddled tap.
An impoverished woman
sells her body for a cheap bottle of Gin
and a lodging for the night
while a pickpocket and mutcher
ever watchful
look for a pocket to alight.
The deafening clunk and clatter
of horses and carts on the cobbled ground
and shouts from the street market traders
echo all around.
Children play and run through the narrow
crowded streets
dressed in rags no shoes upon their feet
The putrid stench from the gutter
and thick choking bellowing
smoke from factories
make one heath and make it hard to breath.
Dilapidated hovels and buildings
covered in black soot
horse manure and raw sewage
under foot.
Beggars with large mournful eyes
reach out pleadingly to the passing gentry
to fill their empty bowls with plenty.
A peeler pins a notice of a forthcoming hanging
at the local Gaol for the few who can read
upon a rusty nail.
A Mother desperate to feed her hungry children
steals a loaf of bread from a market stall
but is soon captured in the sprawl.
The judge sentences her to 10 years
penal servitude far over sea in Botany bay
but she dyes aboard the ship of fever
upon the way.
Her 9 children are sent to the workhouse
for the poor to gain some education
and work hard behind it's hellish door
never to see their Mother or escape poverty
ever more.
Peter Dome.copyright.2012.
Categories:
pleadingly, childhood, dark, grief, history,
Form:
Free verse
Animal Freedom
A Christmas walk in soft sun of winter
Across crisp fields of umber and green,
A sharp breeze blowing with freedom
On their faces, aglow with the hope
Of seeing one again – a bird; their bird,
Soaring and diving defiantly so.
The eagle. Powerful, swift and so
Free. Wings outstretched on currents of winter
Warmth, rising higher than any other bird.
It’s golden feathers shimmering over green
Hills and clear blue skies, in the hope
Of spying prey, running in a last bid for freedom.
They looked and walked and talked in freedom,
Enjoying the country lanes and paths in so
Carefree a manner; such a rich land of hope,
Bursting with creatures alive in the winter
Meadows: robins, rabbits, hares, a green
Woodpecker, and many a chattering bird.
They paused to rest and listen to bird
Song and breeze, relishing in the freedom
At the heart of nature, so fresh and green;
When suddenly, they saw a bush shaking so
Violently. They stopped and stared, the winter
Wind? Too strong. They watched in hope
Of seeing something curious, or in the hope
Of discovering if this at last was their bird,
Hunting untamed in the wilds of winter.
They approached, careful not to intrude on the freedom
Of the wild, but all they could see was a fluttering so
Urgent, flapping wings, a rubbed-raw leg, a thread of green.
A blackbird was trapped on a branch by green
String; frantic, desperate panic, yet hope
Shone in its eyes, pleadingly so.
They spoke softly, carefully untying the bird,
Which flew off to the wind in a cry of freedom.
They felt proud, liberated, in a wonderland of winter.
They ran home for dinner of green sprouts and festive roast bird;
Bred in darkness and stench, no hope of daylight or freedom.
Incarcerated, deformed, wounded so bad, in a long-hardened winter.
Spare a thought for your turkey this Christmas…
Categories:
pleadingly, animal, bird, freedom, life,
Form:
Sestina
Warming lights surround you
Quilting the sharp silence
Outside dawn begins
Earth starts stretching
Straightening out the knots
Caught from hours of slumber
Night moves on to blacken another sky
And Calmness stills the room
All is as it should be
As you drift in an endless sleep
I know not if you'll wake
Or lay your eyes on me once
more
Softening my heavy heart
As death appears, he waits by
your side
Head dipped in respect
White and gold robes I study of him
I beg him for more time
An hour, a day, a second
His comforting eyes say no
It is your time and my heart stills
Now I must let you go
Aged hands under silken skin
Once tended plants and raised children
Loose their warmth
A last breath escapes your
lungs
I look at death pleadingly
But nothing can be done
I have to let you go now
You must do this alone
Death picks up your soul up as
an orb
Glittering like a large diamond
To ferry you to your kin
I see them through the void
I see them waiting
never again will we sit on the
porch
As dew wakes up the grass
Trees shacking off the night before
Us, just being us
I'd soak up your wisdom
That resided in your soul
Every snippet a precious gem to me
Id bury them within
Where no other could reach them
Where no other could steal them
I show no tears
As they only fuel pain
From a young age
You taught me to be brave
Knowing my life would shatter
me
Often I'd feel pain
So your compassion carried me
Over potholes and rocky paths
Your soothing voice steadied
me
Till I made it safely past
Now Laying out your body
Ready for your last journey
I wonder if I told you enough
The love I have for you
I was blessed everyday
You were in my life
Things seemed easier
With you at my side
Life was not so daunting
The hill was not so steep
Now you gone I'm shattered
Watching an endless sleep
Time with you was precious
For this truth I smile
The mirror reflects parts of you
Placed in this heart of mine
Happy you left peacefully
And I was at your side
Inner gladness reigns
As not just your jam recipe
Was handed down to me
Categories:
pleadingly, death, grandmother, grief,
Form:
Free verse
His brown eyes gazed so pleadingly,
"Mama, please play with the ball and me."
"Dear Son, I would like to play with you,
but I have so many things to do."
He turned away without a word,
and it's been long since I have heard
"Mama will you play with me?"
If I could go back to used to be,
I'd ignore the dishes and unmade bed,
to play with my precious child instead.
Made beds and done dishes he doesn't recall,
but rather when he and I played ball.
Floors stay to be cleaned another day.
Too soon his childhood has gone away.
I no longer am his all in all
and hear no longer, "Mama let's play ball."
Written for Debbie's contest Won First place
Categories:
pleadingly, childhood,
Form:
Quatrain
I look pleadingly into their eyes
as they pull the last of my fingernails,
The pain is excruciating and I pass out
amid my heartrending screams.
When I come to
I am engulfed in total darkness,
I find myself lying naked, it appears,
in my own blood, sweat and filth.
I try looking around but could see nothing,
I touch gingerly and find my eyes swollen shut,
My nose punched into a bloody pulp,
My lips torn open, all my teeth knocked out.
Jesus, where am I?
What have they done to me?
What do they want of me?
I know nothing, I am just a regular Joe
struggling to raise a family here,
Hoping to live the American dream;
What would I know of
Jihadi cells or terrorist network?
I begin quivering in sheer terror--
Oh God, did they bring me here
just because my name is
M U H A M M A D?
("Rendition" --The practice of sending a terrorist suspect
covertly to be interrogated in a country with less rigorous
regulations for the humane treatment of prisoners.
"Show Me Your Spirit" contest by FJ Thomas
Categories:
pleadingly, abuse, power,
Form:
Free verse
Eerily, I seem to wake
At the droning dusk
To feed my hate
To quench my lust
To salvage the young
And drink them clear of their sweet rum.
Hauntingly, I approach.
As quiet as a rodents burst
Danger sends its shuddering calls
But a new victim still responds
He arrives in all uncertainty
Every step revealing an immaculate beauty.
The steady rhythm of his heart
Soars gloriously as the distance departs
How entranced he seems at the sight
Of this dainty maiden lost on this deep dark night
He smirks finally in victory
As he lifts her head to calm her imploringly
The sound of the wine
She hears within
Her thirst commands her to begin
Summoning the demon to arise again
And in her haste she embraces him
His musky scent mingling with her skin
In control he smirks again
Obliviously sinking closer to her chin
Ah! How perfect it all seems
He moves so enthusiastically
Ah kiss that rests between her breasts
In rapture she moans his sweet success
How naïve my child you have been
To fall for this beauties charms, such a sin.
Her fangs revealed in all luminosity
Kissing his neck she groans pleadingly
Swift as a cat she sinks them in
Drinking this wine, that’s so sweetly divine
In fear he screams, so diligently
Like every other victim, so obediently
Finally submitting to this sweet end
He is charmed much more, and he starts to soar
She holds him closer presuming it best
And devours his existence so full of zest.
As death opens to him her inviting gates
He pleads with this beauty to reconsider his state
“Take me alluring beauty, take me with you
I sell my soul submissively to you
Take me sweet princess, oh princess of death
Make me like you, ever so gently I beg.”
Alarmed yet unfocused
She cries once again
“I shan’t my sweet child, this I must forbid.
For a life till eternity, is something I do not wish
So lonely and vile, an existence it is
So addictive and filthy and sickeningly dismissed.”
“Forgive thee, my child.
I render not this
But, kiss ye goodbye
So thou can attain endless bliss.”
With those words, death claims her mesmerizing win
Once again victorious she returns to her inn.
So still with sorrow, but radiant with her feed
She is swept away by the dawn
As it arrives so steadily
Come sleep my ravenous one, rest your demonic self
Sleep ever so peacefully,
So you may rise to feed once again.
By
Amanda.M.Miller
Categories:
pleadingly, angst, fantasy, forgiveness, death,
Form:
Romanticism
I look pleadingly
into their apathetic eyes
as they pull out
the last of my fingernails -
The pain is excruciating
and I pass out amid my
heartrending screams.
When I come to
I am engulfed
in total darkness.
I find myself lying
it appears in my own
blood, sweat and filth.
I try looking around
but could see nothing;
I touch gingerly
and find my eyes
swollen shut,
My nose punched
into a bloody pulp,
My lips torn open and
all my teeth knocked out.
Jesus, where am I,
What have they done to me,
What do they want of me,
I know nothing
I am just a regular Joe
struggling to raise a family,
Hoping to live the American dream;
What would I know of the
Jihadi cell or the terrorist network?
I begin to quiver in sheer fright -
Oh God, did they bring me here
just because my name is
M U H A M M A D?!
Categories:
pleadingly, confusion, depression, loss, political,
Form:
Free verse
I was once sent back in time to my newly assigned starship.
I was sent back to prevent the destruction of it.
Someone had planted a bomb hidden somewhere within it,
that would blow five years after with my crew and me in it.
My job was to go back into time and disable it
and capture and bring to justice the bomb planting culprit.
My mission caused me an injury known as temporal psychosis shock
by creating a series of a most complex paradox.
I first witnessed me enter the starship's galley
and knew from my experience in this moment previously
that I would hold a conference in my quarters immediately.
I took advantage of my absence and hurriedly
attempted to find the saboteur before the bomb was planted successfully.
I followed my instrument designed to trace the bomb's energy
and came upon the bomb and its culprit's locality.
I was however surprised and shocked to see
that the saboteur planting the bomb was yours truly.
I arrested me and returned immediately to the future's time presently,
where I was placed in a cell with many others of me
who had partaken in this temporal paradox series,
which I later came to learn was started by me.
All of the me's are currently now being integrated back to only one me
and sent back to before any of this ever came to be.
then the time stream can return back to normal hopefully.
I turned to me and said to me
as we were about to be integrated permanently.
"I guess I'll see you back from before any of this started"
Me then said to me, "I'm looking forward to it,
or should I say backward?"
I then responded to me most pleadingly,
"Please stop it right there, or you're gonna get me started."
Categories:
pleadingly, time, me, time, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I love the earth I walk on,
I love the God above,
I love the grace He giveth,
for the Earth is not enough.
I love the friends he gave me,
I love to be with them,
I love the way He set free
their spirit souls to Him.
For souls he freely giveth,
as summers seed sown,
watered by grace and love,
soon a tree be grown.
Nested deep as knowledge eternal,
toeing down for life,
finding but food and water,
in a weak and faithless strife.
Stretching up to heaven
with branches pleadingly open,
competing against its brethren,
green glistening hands a-hoping.
Categories:
pleadingly, christian, faith, god, love,
Form:
Couplet
Oh Cleiry! My baby, Oh lady, my dear Cleiry
No words or letters can paint my heart
So feel for yourself, my anguish is true
No universe could dare tear us 'part
So feel within self, these words are truth
Oh Cleiry! My baby, Oh lady, my dear Cleiry
Believe me, I beseech thee, receive me, pleadingly
The Sun stood still to breathe your skin
Both stars and moon soak in your glaring beauty
Lest I plead with heart and bargain with soul
To forget the blaze of heart was daring duty
If the rumours are true, my bond is due
Oh Cleiry! My baby, Oh lady, my dear Cleiry,
I 'm begging, distressing , I need you, don't forget me
Oh Cleiry,
Oh Cleiry,
my sweet lady, Oh Cleiry
Oh my Cleiry,
my Cleiry,
my baby, Oh my Cleiry
Categories:
pleadingly, beautiful, devotion, emotions, longing,
Form:
Free verse
Your eyes begged pleadingly
How could I resist their longing
And their teasing, their seducing
Your lips tasted of red wine
As they met mine
By now I was intoxicated
In your gaze, I was powerless
Your hot tongue made me sizzle
As it trailed from my undressed shoulder
Finding its way
To taste the sweetness of my desire
I could not resist your seduction
You drank in my passion
my back arched in ecstasy
As you demanded my body
I gave
More and more you stole my soul that night
I pleaded for the mercy of release
When at last
You took me to a place I had never been
And set me free
Hearing the screams of passion in some distant place
Your eyes melted with mine
Entwined
Categories:
pleadingly, love, me, me,
Form:
My Child,
One day you’ll kneel before my throne,
a crown you’ll hope you’ve won.
You’ll hear me ask this question:
“What acts for me were done?”
Did you see me as I trembled, cold,
and asked for warmth and food?
Or did you blindly pass me by,
as pleadingly I stood?
Did you, with pride, judge harshly,
how another lived and dressed?
Did you say, “The fault was his
that he was not so blessed?
Did you share the gospel;
how to be sin free?
Or did you just walk away,
pretending not to see?
Did you think it waste to share your time
with others such as this?
Did you think them too unworthy,
and turn away amiss?
Did you fail to see their needs,
or hear their weary sighs?
Even though, I the Lord,
listens to each man’s cries?
Oh Child, don’t you see the lonely beggar,
knocking at your door?
Serve fully now, with graceful love,
before this life is o’er.
Then, if you see your brother’s needs,
one day I‘ll say to you;
“Well done. You know me well,
because you saw me too.”
Categories:
pleadingly, christian, dedication, devotion, faith,
Form:
I had financially fallen on very difficult times,
and had to sell many of my valued treasures,
including twenty rolls of uncirculated dimes.
To get the best bids, I'd taken great measures.
Most valuable was a glass sculpture of Earth,
but only be sold without taking it apart.
There had never been an estimate of its worth
and letting it go at auction was breaking my heart.
I had it very clearly stated in the contract deal
that once the gavel struck, it belonged to the buyer.
The status of my insurer signed it with his seal,
and that information was revealed in an auction flyer.
The bidding began and only one paddle was raised.
Four thousand dollars was insulting for this artwork,
although the Baccarat sculpture was not appraised.
I looked pleadingly at the patient auctioneer, Kirk.
What a calamity if I didn't receive a larger price.
My hopes suddenly began to plummet to a new low
I had no belongings left to sell, nothing to sacrifice.
I didn't know where to turn after this financial blow.
Then, a phone bid came in at ten thousand pounds
"Going once, twice.... SOLD! " Kirk had done his job.
But the buyer backed out. I asked, "On what grounds?"
They sent me to an office where I met a guy named Bob.
He said the bidder hadn't read all the terms of shipping
and that he was afraid the fragile sculpture would shatter.
Legally, the sale was binding. The buyer must be tripping
if he thought I'd let him out of the purchase, it didn't matter.
A deal was a deal, and he was now the brand-new owner
of A Baccarat global sculpture that weighed nearly a ton.
He didn't read the fine print, and now he was a groaner.
Finding a way to move that gigantic piece that he'd won.
Later that day, I received a cashier's check for the money.
The eccentric buyer wanted it for his wife, and to be gifted
to her on her next birthday. Turned out, he thought it funny
and would install it in their greenhouse if they got it lifted.
Categories:
pleadingly, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
She sits alone on the cold, dirty pavement
looking despondent and lost
her small voice request pleadingly 'any loose change miss'
I see her most days on my way to work
wonder at her age, her history and ask myself 'where is her mum'?
The first snowflakes begin to fall as I sit before a roaring fire
I think of her out there alone, freezing and hungry
of her small voice as she begs
it is dark outside my window- I know she must be afraid
try to put myself in her shoes
Weeks pass and I take her hot drinks- from McDonald's
I do it as much for me as her, to ease my conscience
a christian act but its not enough
snow begins to fall again, settling on the cold hard ground
her lightweight coat insufficient
A long weekend of roast and rest- time of reflection
Monday soon arrives and she is no longer there
I search along the road- shop doorways-she is lost
and I pray she has found refuge
her hot drink handed to another.
Another weekend, a newspaper spread on my table of plenty
tea steaming in a mug and the aroma of roasting meat
I see her photo- I read her story-
dead, it says 'Sarah, found at seventeen, deceased-from the cold
I cry for her-for the future she will never now have.
Categories:
pleadingly, age, death, humanity, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse