Meek Poems - Poems about Meek

God's Meek Ones

We are the innocent ones who were verbally and 
physically eviscerated by heathens who deemed us weak.  

The evil ones punished our hearts, souls and minds
leaving us in an internal pool of blood.  

We endured the ruthlessness and brutality from all whom
wrongly believed they were somehow above us.  

There were so many

brutish Trump meek Musk

Brutish Trump, Meek Musk?
Trump comes across as a brute and scares people off the middle usually nice middle-class people who do not what it is like working on a building site or spending years at sea with men appear ruffian but mostly, is a braggadocio and as such nothing to be alarmed over in Trump’s

No more pride

Abusing the meek,
Manhandling the weak,
Pleasure, if you like to seek,
Thinking that they don’t speak,
Your life becomes very bleak,
Once the torture reaches its peak!

People will no longer be mute.
If you change not your pursuit,
It will bring down your repute;
Very bitter is its fruit!

Become not ‘The Narcissistic Sun’;
You will be liked by none.
Permanent is not your power;
Hour

Wherever Lord

Wherever You are living God
I want to live with You
Whenever You call to me
I'll come running straight to You
Wherever You are preaching
I'm receiving Your great love
Because You are my Savior
All day long I want to be Your child
Like baby Jesus in the manger
He slept there meek and so mild
Guide me along life's path
Never may I

The River's Adviser

Counted as zero is every of his deed
violence needs a recruit and comes with an expensive bead
for a person envied by the dove? Not this creed!
The quest for peace has reached the level of greed
shy, reverent and peaceable, this person is not just timid
a nature full of warmth, excellent for any seed
on calmness and free

I Wanna Be meeK

Crying a river
I need humility bad
Sky’s not the limit

My past self — dismal
The present moment’s vital
Now, I stand so tall

Earnest prudence shine
Like the autumn moon at night
Tonight, you’ll be mine…

I need to humble self
I want to not be prideful 
Me, myself, I — no . . .

Yes to happiness
No more negativity 
Not more, but less…

mEEk

( #MEEK )

M - My confidence level is neutral in this dilemma I’m in and pride or arrogance or narcissism isn’t in my stride one bit one way or another — thanks for asking (or not LMFAO) — or abiding by my side, basking in a colliding, chaotic commotion…sorry, Father of fantabulous fearlessness, if I

DANGEROUS

Don't anger us
We so dangerous 
Spirits speaking 
It's not for the carnal
Man on a mission 
Liberation thy goal
Mediocre can't relate.

Our words 
So dangerous 
To manipulators 
Oppressors and more
It threatens their system 
We're the liberators
Liberating people 
From all forms of slavery.

You can't ruin us
 rule us negatively 
We so generous 
Divinely guided 
Highly protected 
All time,

Mountain Meek And Majestic

Massive, monumental, mammoth, mighty, and marvelous
Has my magnificence been devoid of arduousness?
With an unknown collision of plates, as though two hearts
With folding, faulting, and fondling, nature creates my parts.

There's in me, life-like evolution and involution.
Volcanoes and earthquakes bring me inner persecution.
I try to grow tall with my steep, sharp, sloping, sliding sides.
Within my compassionate folds,

Meek

To those who are meek
Do not need to treasure hunt
Blessing come as grant.

Malcolm seemed nice

Young Malcolm was meek, rarely riled,
asking for korma, quite mild,
they all thought him nice,
until ordering rice,
that was where Malcolm went wild.

Always Seek Mild and Meek

here is latest leak
what we always tried to seek
would be mild and meek

Please Make Me a Servant Both Humble and Also Meek

My Lord please make your  servant both humble and meek
And Lord let me lift up all those who are both weary and week
Please listen to your faithful servant while I pray Please make
A servant, allow me to be a servant, and help make me become
One of Your servants this very day!

My Lord Jesus, please

The Meek

My poem "The meek/humble"       

                 THE MEEK
Oh, praise be to the meek and mild, 
Whose calm spirit humbly compiled, 
A life lived with grace and care, 
Deserving of admiration and prayer.

They stand tall

Meek

“We are the forgotten, the grime and scum of the earth.  We are the poor souls who live like animals so you can live like kings and queens.  We are the shadows no one cares about, the dark crevice we forget to clean.  We live where the  and filth of the

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