Best Supplicated Poems

'There is no silence in poetry.'

As I swing back and forth,
surrounded by an abundance of petals,
I still remember being a stranger,
in a foreign land.

Sun shone so strong that day,
as I traveled through the 'hustle and bustle,'
of pastry shops and fruit stalls,
until the path became narrow...

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Believing that marriage was ordained of God; 
that, like a seed, it needed constant nurturing, 
she sowed her deep devotion with a hope 
that stretched beyond an ordinary scope. 
That hope scanned schisms that had left her desolate-
until it reached the heavens with her prayers.

Time...

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Believing that marriage was ordained of God;
that, like a seed, it needed constant nurturing,
she sowed her deep devotion with a hope
that stretched beyond an ordinary scope;
scanned schisms that had left her desolate-
until it reached the heavens with her prayers.

With unusual restraint, she held her tongue
countless...

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Her pain was unbearable* 
Desperation overwhelmed her being
She amassed as much courage as she could and 
Fervently prayed 

She supplicated the divine for strength for to
Heal her wounds that were afflicted upon her heart
By
The insensitivity of a man just before Valentine's,
Incessantly she prayed love in...

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Dedicated to all the children who were
Victims of the conflicts in Syria

You have heard more grenades crack at dawn
As bullets wizz beneath your pale sun-
O Syrian Child! Whose family has been torn
By Taliban glories and Tribal rivalries.

O Syrian Child! To whom pain sets the day
To...

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Flagellum

Penned in broken words upon the pyre of supplication
Embers aloft in deprecated exultation
Hope remains never to be extinguished therein lies my dedication

Hence forth to be laid low no more
In seeking the genesis of the query aloft the embers soar
To the scribe all is laid bare...

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When you cried for me, heart 
Fallen on calloused knees as I supplicated 
Blood thrumming in my ears 
yet running cold to my finger tips 
Face distorted, eyes tightly shut 
but in my mind's eye images projected
in vivid details of learned self deprecation 

Crumpled over...

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Six feet below
 That is where I go
 To spend forever,
 Some souls come and some souls go
 But I will rather home it here,
 Far away from humans inhumanity
 Far from chicanery
 Of a world gone mockery,   
    ...

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We all have a need to worship where we will
All sorts of gods we take comfort from still
But we all tend to worship the same god at least once in our life
And we swear he’s our saviour through out all our strife.

We pour out our...

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Dear God,

  You know my thoughts before I think them, you know my needs before I need them, and you know if my heart prays from a state of purity.  I have approached the throne boldly and with confidence, I have beseeched, I...

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Nothing boot toe till rot and duff feet...

Attempting nightly ritual
nsync with sole and
instep of beat
January second 21:08
two thousand twenty
footwear equipped with
custom made cleat

proudly standing tall
(think) as an elite
able, eager, and ready
to sprint skyhigh fleet
ting into netherlands
(towering well over
other wiry antennae thin contestants,

hence exception to
maximum height...

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“Please allow me to answer that question,” he offered.
 When Rian saw him his face went white.  Is this a ghost? He questioned himself.  Could it be?  It looked like Erlenkönig but he was sure he was dead.
In fact, when his spy...

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Jesus offered up prayers and petitions
And He was heard for His reverent submission
But His quiet times were not so quiet in His years
He made His requests known with loud cries and tears
	Unto God who would save Him from premature death
	And for those who needed grace...

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PARENTAL ILLS

Fresh fallacy fall flat
Betwixt blenched beaux
Oldies goldies, modern crime
Lacerated denims, newish culture
Conventional crews, forgotten taws
Dearie draws near, dressed chamber
Old tent, increasing wails
Baggy laps, incessant sounds
Daunted, flabbergasted grips
Pleasurable, gratifying tips
Floppy fathers left in tears
Flooey spinsters drown in cheers
Riotous gays, the curse of the pap
Garbled kins...

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Dead man laying in a gulch,

head dangling in a stream

eyes wide open as if a traversing dream,

supplicated look of a muted scream

in concordance with a deep jagged ravine,

vultures looking to eviscerate his soul

he never managed to transcend his goals,

parched by a radiant searing heat

all around...

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