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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,
...

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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...

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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...

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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)...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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