#meek
I blend with the crowd of those resembling,
Torn, abandoned, empty and waste,
Meek and faded, walking with bows,
Forgotten the hand warmth, the others, unfaced.
The others, who’ve lost both faith and nerves,
The others, who’ve learnt a cruel lesson,
The others, walled up to the full limit,
The others, whose souls are wholly lessened.
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
Dark skies spill on me like black ink
To much to speak
To much to keep
There is no swim
Only sink
Stuck in the undertow
Of shiit creek
Can't plug the leak
No avoiding the brink
That comes in a blink
Don't peak
If the will is weak
Or the soul is meek
No hope left
For what I seek
My own ending
Is what I greet
©2025
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 9:31 PM UTC
The meek nestles into the dark,
where power hums like a distant storm,
where strength, sharp-edged and waiting,
does not strike, does not break.
It does not cower.
It does not beg.
Fragility leans into force,
where dominion is not destruction
but a burden, a silence, a choice.
The strong does not devour.
The strong does not yield.
Between them, an understanding,
not spoken, not sworn,
but written in breath,
in the weight of stillness,
in the knowledge that power alone
withers without something to shelter,
and meekness alone
shatters without something to bear it.
The world does not see the balance,
but they do,
and so, for now,
they remain, unchallenged,
unbroken.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 2:19 PM UTC
Too scared
Too meek
Too quiet to speak
Pushed to the edge
When the meek
Start to speak
Speak up
Don't Speak
May 9, 2024
May 9, 2024 at 10:14 PM UTC
"Life is cheap,"
Said strong to weak.
"Wrong is right,"
Spoke rich to meek.
"Do none, hear none - nor speak, or see."
Evil said to divinity.
And we wonder why, when then
We do speak, that
No one seems to be listening.
Dec 21, 2023
Dec 21, 2023 at 8:03 AM UTC
Each Color a Scar
by Michael R. Burch
What she left here,
upon my cheek,
is a tear.
She did not speak,
but her intention
was clear,
and I was meek,
far too meek, and, I fear,
too sincere.
What she can never take
from my heart
is its ache;
for now we, apart,
are like leaves
without weight,
scattered afar
by love, or by hate,
each color a scar.
Keywords/Tags: love, scar, cheek, tear, intention, departure, separation, meek, sincere, heartache, leaves, falling, scattered, color, blood, scab, scabs
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 12:55 AM UTC
When spoken by the timid
It evokes anxiety and fear
Ruminating over how to utilize it
And desperately not wanting to hear
The dauntless utter it overtly
Overconfident in prose and strength
Never contemplating the consequences
Keeps everyone at an arm's length
A sentence this precise shouldn't be so confusing
Nor open to the interpretation of its core
"No Means No", as a matter of fact
The brazen should use it sparingly, and the meek demand it more
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 1:00 AM UTC
Blind Polyphemus
shepherds his dull flock of sheep.
Ulysses long gone.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
They said she was 'too sweet',
I knew she was 'too meek'.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 8:57 AM UTC
I SAT ON THE EDGE OF CREEK
The moss on the boulder sleek..
The viridescent carpet all grey
Beneath sapling an old man lay ..
Wrinkled face, ripped hands,
Wearing pheran, shabby lands,
Scuffing eyes
Where pain lies !
Beyond tree line
Is the Alpine
Where
The sun always shines...
The Autumn exploring the bottom,
Chinars burning,
Children mourning...
Beyond Chinars is my House,
And that is the place
Where is my Spouse
That is the place
Where is my spouse....
Rayees Ali Najar
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC
He rock
climes and
his foot
is wide
as the
hill top
while the
wind is
very cold
that his
head band
fell to
to depths
that dusky
as he's
crept before
in light
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
She has been staring all day,
waiting for the Sun to set at bay.
Though meek and mild, delicate and kind;
pity,
they will never fit in this cruel world.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 8:15 PM UTC
Upon the ground
I saw a lovely moth
who's wings were badly tattered,
And many people strolled on by
as if it hadn't mattered,
As he lay so lifeless there,
abused an dearly battered,
I crouched on down to say hello,
an to also say goodbye,
tho not to cry a single tear
not one inside my eye,
do you wonder why at all?
well do you wonder why?
well all I have to do right now,
is look up to the sky,
this here is a messenger,
my grandmother said to me,
a sign of transformation,
an healing you will see,
allow for the quiet child,
let it be- just be,
so I get down to pick him up
crouched upon my knee-
I see lovely little moth
be meek an have humility,
I move him onto the grassy place,
I say a thanks again,
thank you for the visit now
my sacred little friend
And I shall never forget you either.
Ma Cherie © 2017
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
Sewer stained,
The street, the pavement an so to
Soak the shoes
Born torment twice and a recurring
Tap upon back;
This slipper, a signature
Succumbed suicide,
Slaughter,
An only sorrow
But lash shared millions,
To tread paths beyond barbed
And a sooner return to my
Land, or its maker –
Wards and shop,
Sweat under, sweat atop
And browed, be the animosity
As I swagger my way through
Haizhu's faceless crowd.
This is the assumption of Arcadia.
Or so she’s said and she’s right
As I witness the
Hunched backs, sea pearls
Stained-bowl rice, bow-legged dreams,
The denizens
And if only to stagger,
Come 12 more hours to shelter,
Simply shelter
And a dread named, “day,” come ‘morrow.
It’s real, as real as the sun’s rising,
As real the sun’s sweating
And as real as the sun’s setting.
So onward they go, meager and dollar
Driven, under whip and promised avarice
So that as guilty as I may be;
I’ll still buy, you will too,
He will too and she will too;
We’ll buy and assume our “Arcadia.”
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
Keep them drugged, keep them drugged
All of the masses
Keep them drugged, keep them drugged
Till they all become passive
Keep them drugged, keep them drugged
So they know longer have voices
Keep them drugged, keep them drugged
Till they no longer have choices
Keep them drugged, keep them drugged
Let them all become sheep
Keep them drugged, keep them drugged
Till their all nice and meek
With their drug addled mind
Their own thoughts will be hard to find
Then we'll input thoughts that are ours
For we are the great and mighty powers
We will tell them we know what's best
Not just for them but all of the rest
Like Sheppards to sheep we'll guide them along
And they will continue to sing our programmed happy song
For when the world starts to come to an end
We'll keep them drugged and tell them we are their friends
For when that day comes we'll shake and we'll sift
Pick out the good ones, drive the rest off a cliff
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
My feet are in pain
From holding my ground
But still I remain
Enduring the sound
Of the enemy’s gain
On my position now found
The offensive!
The mud and dust
Swirling about, pining
For my dedication to rust
Or me to find my cause unjust
Though I waver not
My feet planted a must
I cannot say
If it is my
Head or my
Heart that keeps
Them in place
Refusing to start
The process of retreat
My resolve won’t be beat
Though I am unsure
If I am avoiding or
Embracing defeat
I must soon make
Distinction between
Perseverance and deceit
As I know eventually
My Maker I will meet
Am I holding His line
Or withholding Him
His proper seat?
All I know for certain
As I endure the wind and sleet
Is the acute awareness of the
Other. The
Same. With
True love replete.
He loved the lovable
And the unlovely
What of the pious man’s
Calm sleep?
The twisted man’s
Desperate plea?
Though not yet fully forged
I know my identity
Has garnered
The Good Judge’s mercy
And though I can’t fathom
Why He bows before me complete
And I know not the glory or
Depravity of my life’s feat
I am stilled as a child
Before the patience of a creek
There are plenty of reasons
To wash these feet.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
I hate you
but i can’t say that
because I hate the word hate
It sounds destructive
in its own way
And that’s why i can’t say
that
It’s too mean
Too loud
Screaming so many sounds
and for a girl that doesn’t want to be seen
it’s cataclysmic and obscene
I find it more creative
to think of other things to speak
For I am so meek
but when it comes it you
Maybe that’s where that word
should be
even when
it goes against all I’ve ever believed
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
you are the man of the lean and meaner
and I am just a woman of misdemeanor
holding such attributes of will and power
each time I wander my confidence got smaller
handling ill times with a gentle caress of ease
my effort and failed attempts carried away with the afternoon breeze
the moment arose when you saw my face
acceleration sped up in my heart as it ran at a dangerous pace
instant affection created in a glace held for seconds
I had forgotten your face, until this very moment of minuscule bond
you were perfect in image, as those words continue to prove true
my love once hidden, arose from my perennial blues
once timid and meek, my personality had changed
for the emotions I once secured, were now rearranged
the feelings, so fragile, balanced at the corner
verged yet to tip, or be caught a lusted figure
cards carefully played, laid out on the table
only left to draw, and find emotion in your poker face if I am able
slipping in stubbornness, you smiled ever so sweet
I knew right then, my heart had hope, however meek
my soul fits yours, and the hearts can meet
one day together, and I shall no longer be the meek
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
The heart is weak now, It's shameful of seeing your face
It's screaming out loud, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? DON'T YOU THINK I NEED A REST TOO?"
The smokes and flames bursting out through its pores shows the horrible mid-condition that the heart was in
It's poor soul trying to express its feelings with the gasp of its last breathe
So weak now, so feeble now, so alone now, so rejected now
Why have you treated me so badly, the heart was humbly and meekly portraying
As I take my mandatory and needful rest now I want no goodbyes, and no "I should have treated my heart with love and tender cares"
I just want to be alone now as I bleed and melt up to the point of my last breathe and then will you see and feel me no longer
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
king of the streets
dictator in the sheets
ruler of the weak
destroyer of the meek
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC