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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.
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Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
I blend with the crowd
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
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Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 9:31 PM UTC
~•§•~ No Quick Fix ~•§•~
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.
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Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 2:19 PM UTC
The Meek and the Mighty
Too scared Too meek Too quiet to speak Pushed to the edge When the meek Start to speak Speak up Don't Speak
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May 9, 2024
May 9, 2024 at 10:14 PM UTC
Speak, Don't Speak
"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.
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Dec 21, 2023
Dec 21, 2023 at 8:03 AM UTC
Quiet Advocates
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
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 12:55 AM UTC
Each Color a Scar
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
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Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 1:00 AM UTC
NO...
Blind Polyphemus shepherds his dull flock of sheep. Ulysses long gone.
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May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
Meek
They said she was 'too sweet', I knew she was 'too meek'.
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 8:57 AM UTC
Sweet.
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
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC
CREEK IN SLEEK
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
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
rock climbing
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.
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Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 8:15 PM UTC
Meekness
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
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
I saw a lovely moth
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.”
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Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
To assume Arcadia
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
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
Keep Them Drugged
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.
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
Not Before A Mighty Waterfall
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
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
I hate the word "Hate"
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
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
Among the Meek
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
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
A Weary Heart
king of the streets dictator in the sheets ruler of the weak destroyer of the meek
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
Such an Innocent Soul.