Best Suppliant Poems

Kiss me,  I want to lift you skirt flying
Inside my heart like the wind
To dance on clouds of joy my kite
Embracing time, to hold you in my arms and spin

Festively playing in the clouds
Long lines of passion I can feel
Yearning against my string
Intermittingly fawning...

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Companion?
not yet

Girlfriend?
no 
(nondescript and tired)

Sweetheart?
the heart is deeper than that
it’s not coated in Honey
the word doesn’t do you justice 

Beloved?
ah to be loved
a misconstrued formation -yes
the creation of words is vital

Darling
hold me in your grasp
in the
Dearest
of all embraces 
a touch enlightens like a 
Flame red...

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There it was gazing up – radiant – 
radiating kaleidoscope silver green;
sharp with life, ready and expectant.

Spreading its claim, pressing out the grass,
was a thistle born from last year's seed unseen.
From where had it blown here to outclass

the perennials of the turf? Its time
now come...

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Genial waves of warmth 
speak through gentle rays 
 
Awaken my senses 
the marigold sings her joy 
painted steps are born 
 
Fragrant juniper fill the horizon 
gusts of innocence flush my cheeks 
first wiffs grab my being 
as soft touches trace her core 
...

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ANCHORITE AT THE GATE OF HEAVEN

Not heeding brute reality, nor matter’s bane
I kneel at the door of heaven, a suppliant,
Transcribing words of wisdom, like the rain
On wild flowers; the garden’s hierophant:

Anointed, a habit on my body’s beauty
I lie in the threshold of my tryst with...

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Night's shadows grew weary in the oppressive heat;
Repose of Earth's golden orb brought little relief.
Like a condor shadowing its prey from aloft,
There was no respite from the encompassing doom.
Behind curtains of vanity man hid his pride,
As he destroyed the Earth reaping all its rewards -
Spewing...

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Repentant heart will openly bare
Sins that conscience does pare
Puckered lips tasting evil's fare
Poisonous side effects will square
With desire's glimmering silverware
Contrite eye into dark soul will stare
To catch a stime of iniquity's glare
A modulated ear will widely flare
When oppressed psyche doth blare
Discordant notes mind to impair
As...

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Ceux qui célèbrent ‘88 – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Celebrators  ‘88 »» by T. Wignesan

(This poem mocks the bicentenary celebrations of the founding or « settling » of the Australian continent by the British in 1788 from the point of view of the...

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When I first awake, I am a complete emotional blur,
unprepared for the day rhythm about to occur.
Before day unfolds, I need release trials my wake holds.
Being still, I focus until suppliant, in quiet, ever reliant.

In meditation, I block all false traps; with eyes shut, 
palms...

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the delighted soul in beauteous suppliant
pill owed by sacred vows
recline waiting for joy to pay homage
then curtains of heaven draw
and echoes of laughter in crescendo 
from the seat land of innocent mirth
far in yonder the gateway to the chambers of the sun
where the rays of...

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Tonight I put her to bed with promises of faith
That God does not keep with me again
The wall closes in at the crumpled gate
My soul has clutched its prayer so in vain
Yet despite the silence of a sterile sky
I will not my convictions now deny
It...

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The rapturous oceans roar
And shout their praise in gospel waves
That crash and smash
Against a cold and distant shore.

The mountains sigh and moan,
Lift suppliant arms, sing paeans and psalms
That rise then echo back
A hollow, mocking tone.

The forest trees may bow their heads
And bend their knees, but...

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Consumed with the fervor of the day
In my children's room I knelt alone 
And cowered low before the throne
My mortal sins, O there to cast away

The lights were off, and silence reigns
Alone with me in all the lonely place
I found it opportune to plead for...

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