Without my pen, the pain becomes my voice.
The cruelty of others, the hardness of their hearts,
Linger in this place of cult,
Where public shaming is currency.
I scream for help, face to face,
Yet they cast me deeper into despair.
Tears bleed red, patience drains,
My heart trembles, a silent echo in the vast universe.
My eyes never dry, my body weakens,
Heart torn apart, full of anguish,
Yet no one feels the depth within;
They mistrust the plea for help.
This is my story, my life—
Manipulated by whispers,
By cults hiding in plain sight.
Insecurity among them breeds cruelty.
They lurk at corners, ready to strike.
I called for help. He laughed: "You're funny."
How can real danger ever sound like a joke?
This is the world's cruel reality:
Where chasing money and shifting blame
Leave no space for help.
And still—I believe, somewhere, somehow,
kindness awaits—
like a single candle glimmering
in the heart of the void.
In heavens high, the Almighty reigns with might,
A cosmic symphony, a boundless, radiant light.
Yet far below, in shadows, cold and poor,
The weary souls seek grace, on distant shore.
The rich celestial realms, a world apart,
Their bounty fills the skies, igniting every heart.
While poverty's embrace, a somber, daunting shroud,
A humble plea for help, to pierce the heavy cloud.
But in this grand design, where disparities reside,
Hope springs eternal, love's compassion as our guide.
For even in the depths of pauper's simple plea,
The Almighty's grace and mercy set the spirit free.
you saved me from gloom
pulling me in to safety
at my plea for help
I read that book
When I was way to young
To understand
Its intricacies
The utter
Humanness
Of the plot
The re-read
Left me
In a state of
Panic'an
Bileness
Shreds my emotions
Like your mouth is
Just before
Being sick
The helplessness
As the two
Plea for help
From each other
As madness
Slowly encroaches
As they cannot
Make head nor tail
Of life
And what
It doesn’t offer
The missing piece
Was just them
On my book shelf
All this time
It
Just there
Made a thousand
Curtains fall
And I
Just sat
On the floor
In awe
Of what stood beyond
Those curtain falls
Funny
It was telling me
Something was coming
A couple of weeks
Of intense signs
Except the last one
Before
The falls
I hadn’t
Seen that before
Yet I
Have lived it
I have spoken it
I experienced it
In three years’, time
This insight
To life
Leaves me
Felling flat
As I totally
Understand
The full humanism
Of our situation
And why
It all occurs
I stand
Atop a cliff
Above
The total madness
It
Holds my hand
And speaks
‘You discovered how to walk
Its time
To teach you
How to ride a bike’
A PLEA FOR HELP
(Coronavirus COVID-19)
Roy Mokoena
From coughing to coffin
So quick this is how you spread.
You attack every living mammal
You torture all the helpless animals.
You are a menace to our health
You are lethal and contagious.
You are serious about destroying the mortal world
Stop the savage attacks on a defenseless nation.
Enough with the killing, Enough with the killing.
The level of rivalry among people is growing,
Everyone is focusing on their own wellness.
Families are no longer bonding,
Fellow citizens are quarantined because of your inhumane deeds.
Government is struggling to come up with solutions on how to better the situation
and find the cure for the infected.
You have put the world into vicissitudes of life.
Be visible and come out to the light so that we can give you the ubuntu treat.
Drop off your missiles and stop vandalizing
the innocent creatures.
Hear us, Hear the world, Heal the nation O Lord!
One breath away
From deciding that she's done
One tear away
From wondering if its too late
One thought away
From having those cuts on her arms
One smile away
From falling over the edge
One moment away
From it being too late
Too late to save
The girl you thought was okay
One lightbulb away
From realizing that her smile
Wasn't always a smile
But just a plea for help.
"I'm okay," she said with a smile.
“Please take my hand. Take my hand and save me," said her smile.
He may have held the gun
Still she was accomplice to pulling the trigger
After everything she had said and done
Entrapped, she became his toxic grave digger
Her colors shown true
In the midst of everyone else's pain
She turned away the cleaning crew
No guilt remorse or shame in her venomous veins
His desperate plea for help was answered by his cousin's aide
He put the gun down and turned to walk away
She came back spouting words cutting deeper than a blade
Within a flash it was a pool of his own blood in which he laid
At his funeral she didn't shed a single tear
Still, it doesn't bring him back placing blame
Several are lost without him here
Many will never be the same
In the heat of a moment it's easy to spout cruel words
Be careful in what you choose to say
A difference your voice could someday make and be the last one heard
Always be kind, life's too short to live in regret each day
My sins have put me in this state of mind
In this frantic selfish plea for help
As our world crumbles and drowns around us I dare to ask for forgiveness , for sanity, for peace and for love
Who am I?
To kneel at your feet and beg you to save me from myself
To fill my children with faith,hope and love
To allow them to live the joy and peace I lost so many years ago
Who am I?
To implore you to end the thoughts and voices in my head
To mend my broken heart and allow me once again To serve my spouse with loyalty, respect and love
Who am I?
But a lowly sinner who has lost her courage, her wisdom and her strength
Who am I?
daddy saves child's butterfly
look baby, butterfly
high above in the tree
two of them on a branch
so cute, orange and black
daddy why they entwined
they look to be fighting
daddy save them please
help, one is on top
daddy do something
their wing are spanning
one's in trouble
daddy help them
I hear a cry
a plea for help
fluttering fast
one's still on top
climb the tree
hurry, now
before death
do they part
my hero
tears well
daddy
climbs tree
to save
baby's
youth
connie pachecho
1/12/17
More of you, dear LORD.
Less of me.
Flood me with the presence of the Living God.
Flood my heart, soul, mind, and spirit with the fullness of Your Word.
My soul longs for the marrow of the Word of God.
My bones long to heal from the agony of this earthly existence.
Always under attack and no relief for a single day.
Where do I go but unto You, O LORD?
Is there anyone else who can hear my plea for help?
No, there is no one but You because You are the beginning and the end.
You are the pause in between every second and every moment, and You are the thoughts of My soul.
Quicken my palate to only thirst for You and Your precepts.
Allow My soul to meditate on them even when my eyes are closed.
It is a long day every day, dearest Father, and I cannot make it without You.
Come and sit beside me all day long and set Your eyes upon me as I drift to sleep.
Continue to protect me and give me peace.
Eternal peace and grace.
Amen.
doe eyed plea for help
nothing on earth can withstand
puppy in the rain
for contest 'micropoetry- ain't that tweet' sponsored by
Casarah Nance
Jul 31st 2015
Your comments, I hold so dear.
My lack of response,
I fear,
is my ignorance of how to respond.
I love you all so dear,
I await your endearing comments,
loving encouragement,
and instruction on how to use this site.
An actual plea for help.
Love Always and Forever
Dangerous Daffny
Murmers in a crowded room.
Eyes flicker back and forth full of fear and presumption.
All eyes are on her but in reality are averted elsewhere.
A faint laugh rings loud in her ears and a crimson blush blossoms at her cheeks.
surrounded by whispers
Friends fade to foes.
Fantasy overrides reality.
Sanity is shadowed by mindless addiction.
Red lines are drawn on her delicate skin a release for ecstacy that would not long
for a means for an end.
They see the white in the tan.
filled by whispers.
Tension builds, panic stricken.
She gives a silent plea for help that falls to blind eyes.
Thoughts of despair of hatred and pain flash before her.
In her final moments she thinks "let them talk" as she kicks away the chair and
fades to black.
they all whisper
Sometimes when my life seems to be at a bitter end,
And there is no one that I can truly call a friend.
I raise my eyes towards the heavens and begin to pray,
That I will resist all the sin and temptation that comes my way.
And even though I might stumble, fall and even crawl,
I will without hesitation, to God, my plea for help I'll call.
Thank you Jesus for taking me in despite all of my sins,
And the glorious fact that because of you, Satan never wins.
Reach down to me, I plea for help
A battle goes on between my soul and my heart
I cannot pick a side, for at my option death will be there waiting to lay her bones upon my flesh
I can hear it all
Broken hopes and dreams cry horribly
Shattered promises clash like Roman spears
I hurt with great pain and anguish
Blood-shot eyes, and I see nothing my way
Is this war to prolong and forever stay
I feel I am being followed by her game
She whispers in broken phrases
Unable to understand I break in two
A curse plays hide and seek with me
I fear its going to win
What will then become of I
Am I to lay with the underworld
For the battle that dwells in me, an audience pays ears
The one whom knows it all, about suffering and dying
Fear the night
The moon shall turn to blood
The sun shall be a dwarf, its light will be no more
The battle will cease
I will loose
But again I will walk to be judged
I will rise when He calls my name
I will praise
Will I live again
Seek His heart, let Him cease your battle
Only He can make you whole
For my God is love
Amen.
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