"pleadingly" poems
How horrible it was
to wake up to your cries for help.
I came to find you had fallen,
your oxygen disconnected,
the clear tubes lying in a tangle
on your bedroom floor.
At first, you had been conscious,
your beautiful brown eyes looked up at me pleadingly,
and then you were gone.
I was alone and terrified,
having dealt with this before
I couldn’t say it was anything new,
but this time was different than the script of
past events.
Wishing I could escape like a bird in flight,
I knew I had no power to save you,
The harsh truth of my reality
suffocated me. My walls closing in
as I realized what was happening
in this moment.
Prior to this,
you had always made it to the hospital alright,
arguing with paramedics,
but this time,
you were motionless and cold.
I’ll never forget the blue stillness of your lips,
or the way the light left your eyes
as you departed the material world
and finally found peace in eternal rest.
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC
mind stands solemnly in the middle,
with logic and emotion on either side
like devoted sentinels guarding a queen.
"don't think about it,"
emotion says, batting her long lashes.
"just do what feels right
and follow your heart."
"but sometimes,"
logic interjects with his sharp eyebrow cocked,
"what feels right will
hurt us in the long run."
"do you want to try, and know, and fail?"
emotion asks with suprisingly honest conviction.
"or do you want to spend the rest of your
life wondering what could have been?"
"would you rather open your heart,"
logic counters thoughtfully and quickly,
"and have a part of it stolen?
or would you rather protect it all?"
as mind wavers in the middle,
she feels herself rip in two.
half of herself stands upright,
stiffly held under logic's watchful eye.
the other half melts into emotion's warm embrace.
her heart aches and she feels sick.
the idea of following logic's advice
would mean to ignore emotion's advice--
and to follow emotion's advice would
mean ignoring the advice of logic.
she looks back and forth pleadingly.
logic's cadaverous stare seems to tell
mind that only logic will solve this problem.
but emotion smiles softly, and her eyes say
that this way, though it may cause pain,
will be the most rewarding.
"neither choice is the right one,"
mind says finally,
with a little bit of logic and
a little bit of emotion.
"but i must choose now, for soon i will
not be able to make a choice at all.
"then whose advice will you follow?"
emotion questions carefully.
"will you open your heart to love?"
"or will you listen to me and protect
yourself from unnecessary pain?"
logic asks, eyebrow cocked again.
"perhaps you are correct, logic,
and i would do well to seal off my
heart and never let anybody in."
at these words, logic smirks knowingly,
but mind continues anyway.
"as for me, i think i would rather
feel true, burning love and have to
live with the scars than to be
lonely, bitter, angry, and old
and die without ever knowing
how to love myself and somebody else."
emotion does not gloat;
she simply nods softly,
encouraging mind to continue.
"after all, is life not a journey of risks?
how could we ever find peace and
contentment without enduring a
few bad decisions and learning from them?"
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 3:16 AM UTC
Take it to Glasnevin,
and write IHS on the stone.
That's what I'll be saying,
IHS with the voice in my mind.
After Michaelmas is gone,
IHS, pleadingly, a lamb of God,
and a little after, exaltingly,
from a rooftop garden in the city centre,
where I can plant flowers.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
I'm just the girl I'm just the creep
Who loved you That loved you
Who else could I Who else could I
be? be?
What else could I What else could I
do? do?
Please notice the Please notice the
past tense past tense
Cause it's not like Cause it's not like
before before
I did love you once I did love you once
But now I love you But now I love you
no more no more
This girl right here
That loved you long ago
Well, I'm finally through
Just thought you should know
I no longer dream of you
I no longer wish you were mine
Truly, I loved you once
But I've left those feelings behind
*I'm sitting here thinking about
His mischievous smile
When you walk by, I look there
To where my new prince
charming sits,
You leer at me, finally realizing
That you're lost at sea
Without me.
I'm gone, you see...
You should've caught me
When you still captivated my naiveté.*
You should have loved this girl back
I've got so much heart to share
I could have loved you so right
Unfortunately, you never did care
I'm glad I'm so over you
I can finally move on to someone new
What I want, you never did give
A real man and poet, who's so true
*I've already torn you out
From your throne in my heart,
I dragged you out by the throat,
While you got scratched by all
the thorns
Lying neatly everywhere.
You stare at me from the ground,
Pleadingly, but
No... I have grown.*
Not only do you no longer reside
Inside this heart made of gold
You no longer haunt my dreams
You no longer have the key to my soul
The love I gave, you took for granted
But now my heart is free to love another
After this, my poetry will have no more specks of you
You'll be out of my mind forever
*No longer will I fall into your divinity,
I can't stand your fake holiness.
I am the devil that caresses your soul,
The creep that awaits you in
your mirror
The little parasite that will
poison your mind
Whispering hymns and psalms
into your fingers and lips.*
Can't you see?
That creep that haunts you,
Is secretly me.
But now that we're both through
We'll taunt both your dreams
Tear you from the inside out
Ripping at you from you inner seams
We loved you without a doubt
But now we'll forget about you
While you're left drowning in the deep
Remember us, when you can no longer breathe
Sincerely ~ This girl and that creep
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
The elves congregated
In the back room of the shop,
Muttering amongst themselves
And chattering on nonstop.
One elf stood on a table
And scanned the angry crowd.
He raised his hand to shush
The others from getting too loud.
"Fellow elves, be quiet.
We have work to do;
This isn't just a trivial
Elven ballyhoo.
"Santa's expectations
Have risen exceedingly.
He takes no action when
I ask him pleadingly
"For a raise in pay
And better working conditions.
He only chortles and laughs
And speaks of old traditions."
An elf spoke up from the group:
"The reindeer have it made.
We work our butts off;
But see how little we're paid.
"Why they earn so much
Isn't really clear
When they only work
ONE night of the year!
"Platitudes and promises
Do nothing to assuage
Angry workers. Santa
Must increase our wage!"
"Yes," chimed in another.
"Not keeping up with inflation,
Our pay keeps us living
In serious deprivation.
"Our benefits also haven't
Kept up with the times.
They are slashed while
The cost of insurance climbs.
"I know we've a lot to do,
And I think we're pretty meticulous,
But the hours we're forced to work…
I mean…this is ridiculous!
"And what about part-time elves
Who have little enjoyment
Working for no benefits?
You call that employment?"
Disgruntled, all the workers
Considered taking action
And wondered what to do
To get some satisfaction.
Another elf said, "Santa's
Heavy demands are an onus.
And we elves don't even
Get a Christmas bonus!
"Frankly, it takes every
Ounce of faith I can muster
To think that dear ol' Santa's
Not a union buster!
"Furthermore, there's something
That I've got to say:
We all have to strive
For equality of pay."
"Yay!" the elves shouted
And in unison chanted:
"Equal pay: Yes!
Take nothing for granted!"
The work discussion lingered
Well into the night.
They knew that gaining ground
Would require a fight.
(In thinking about life,
Struggles, work, and fairness,
It doesn't hurt anyone
To have some elf-awareness.)
Eavesdropping here,
You've seen for yourself
That life's not always peachy--
Even for an elf.
Let's just hope that Santa
Doesn't be a ****
And save a few bucks next year
By outsourcing the work.
- by Bob B
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
aspirated voices
echoing throughout the cavern
pleadingly quiet
impossible to hear words
an unattainable plea
there's static
overcoming the silence
perpetual noise and clatter
the quiet is deafening
this tongue of yours
always speaking,
too much garbling
this tongue I hear
rhyming, intoning
all it is
is nonsense
clamorous sounds
constant words
abundant languages
infinite meanings
listen
we try to hear
linking sensation,
experience and comprehension
but all we sense is confusion
speak
**a dialect of ages
lost in the folds of time**
all it is, is vibration
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
“I can calculate the movement of stars, but not the madness of men.” Sir Isaac Newton
I can, but only of my own,
the orbits of the stars
within my envisioned mind,
this anti-expanding universe
this black hole of anti-matter
collapsing inward, the gravitational pull calculable
where I, madman creator,
am the sole witness mine self-destruction
I summon fate, luck, random numbers to the dock,
but all pleadingly state it wasn't me,
"I was somewhere else, had to be,
you cannot see my mathematical probability,
ergo i am definitionally
not capable of being guilty-
my orbit of madness
non transferable to you-mans"
who then can I blame?
for-seen poems every where,
upon on every face lay dime store words of bad novellas,
awake to work in dread,
return from it more deadened
and the piety pointy poetry pills
refusing to cooperate,
and the madness equation
has too many answers viable
what shall I title this poem?
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
Monica watches
as Benedict and Jim
practise judo on the grass
off the path
to the farmhouse.
She cheers Benedict on
standing on the edge
clapping her hands excitedly.
Her other brother Pete
leans against the fence bored,
hands ******
in his jean’s pockets.
How long are you going to be
practising this judo ****
the film starts
in half an hour,
he says.
Benedict throws Jim
to the floor
in a quick movement,
Monica raises her hands
to the air.
Knew you could do it,
knew you could,
she says, patting
Benedict on the back
of his jacket.
Jim dusts off
his jeans
with his hands,
looks at Pete,
then at Monica.
Caught me off guard,
he says,
she put me off
with her yelling
and clapping.
Can we go now?
Pete says,
moving off the fence,
now you’ve done
your judo stuff?
Can I come?
Monica asks
looking at Benedict.
No way,
Jim says,
don’t want no girl
dragging us down.
I am not any girl,
I’m your sister,
she says, staring
at Benedict.
He looks at Jim
then at Monica.
I don’t mind if she comes,
he says.
I do,
Pete says.
Monica pouts
and folds her arms
over her small *******
The farmhouse door opens
and their mother comes out.
I thought you
were going to the cinema?
she says.
We are,
Jim says,
just going.
They won’t take me,
Monica says.
Of course they don’t
want you with them,
her mother says.
Anyway I have some chores
I need help with.
Monica pulls a face
and glares
at her brothers,
but looks at Benedict
pleadingly.
Maybe next time,
he says.
Not with us she don’t,
Pete says.
With me though, maybe,
Benedict says,
giving her a wink.
Come on in Monica,
leave the boys be,
the mother says.
Monica follows her mother
towards the farmhouse,
gesturing her middle digit
at her brothers
while her mother’s back
is turned.
Benedict smiles,
watches as she sways
her small hips,
blows him a kiss
from her open palm.
Jim shakes his head
and follows Pete
to the bikes
by the shed,
while Benedict,
takes a kiss
from his lips
and throws it
at Monica’s
departing back.
Her head turns
and her hands open
to catch the thrown kiss
moving slightly forward
so as not to miss.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
This morning...
I looked to your closed eyes pleadingly.
I listened to your heart beat desperately.
I analyzed your body thoroughly.
Are you just a dream?
Or are you the one that has decided to stay?
Your eyes flutter open slowly.
Your lips kiss me meaningfully.
Your hands caress me gently.
Every morning you are reality.
Every morning, you relieve my mourning.
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 6:21 PM UTC
You came to me at three in the morning,
you are a figment in my weary mind.
Your gnawled hand with it's broken nails,
reaching through the ether pleadingly.
Dressed in a drab grey dress and bonnet,
moth eaten shawl covering your shoulders.
An over powering sense of sadness prevails,
for I feel that you are not lost, but stranded.
I hear you whisper, a hoarse mournful whisper,
your breath so cold it chills my soul, - I shiver.
"Please, Sir, can ye spare me a mere two coppers?"
"So's I can catch the ferry to be with Jimmy."
I found two old pennies in my cupboard,
I took them and buried them in my garden,
I pray a ghost from Mr. Dickens found them,
and is now on her way to join her Jimmy.
(c)09/03/2010
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 10:21 PM UTC
Tiptoed out of my bed,
not to alert mom and dad,
in a day that now seems in another life,
I went in to the outstretched
hands of mysterious, silent, night,
my secret lover waiting for long,
in our quiet courtyard,
expectant.
The moment I stepped out,
a net so light fell over me,
amazed I looked up to the sky,
and found trapped in a
gossamer net the stars hold,
woven by lightyears far and near.
I pleadingly looked at the moon,
who had a feud going on
with my lover I did suspect,
but she smiled at me and asked
"You are with us, aren't you?"
Yes, I said, and never changed my word
since then.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC
There is a Hell.
he reached out towards me, pleadingly
the essence of grief running down his face
I swear,
They put a jagged piece of metal to his throat
And didn't hesitate for a second.
Trust me,
...and I couldn't do anything but watch,
as the light slowly faded from his eyes.
I've seen it.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
It started as a whisper.
I lacked confidence in my dreams, and spoke softly.
You brushed my hopes aside, for I was only a child.
I grew and matured, hoping you'd hear my older, more deliberate wish.
Yet in your eyes, I was still a child.
I spoke louder, hoping my volume was the issue.
Yet, you acted like I did not speak.
But I DID speak.
As Webster said, I was expressing my thoughts, opinions and feelings ******
I spoke firmly.
I spoke strongly.
I spoke pleadingly.
As time passed, my body grew,
along with confidence in myself and my dreams.
I spoke again, a different woman.
I spoke again, for others said I could do anything, for I was me.
I spoke again, more forcefully than ever before, causing echoes in the room.
I was sure you had heard me.
Yet you shot me down, ignoring me and my voice.
And then I screamed.
I screamed until our neighbors, friends and family,
from Korea to California
heard my voice.
I screamed until the dogs in the shelters (and the sitting rooms)
yelped in alarm.
I screamed until wine glasses (and my heart) shattered into a million pieces and fell on the floor.
I screamed until my sound echoed off the mountains and caused the birds on the trees flew away in fear.
I screamed until I fell on the floor, sobbing at your feet.
I screamed at you,
I screamed at me,
I screamed at god.
And no one heard me.
You have muted my voice,
My throat is now hoarse.
But I am still screaming.
Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 7:06 PM UTC
You cannot frighten me
(A demon that had dimmed)
I am not scared of you
(Awakens every time I encounter you)
In spite of your spite
(Reminds me that a rest)
Your venom, your vitriol
(Is not as good as a change)
You are not the monster
(I am undone in your company)
We make you out to be
(Everything I want to be)
Screaming, thrashing
(Lies patiently at my side)
Lashing out
(As my past unfurls ahead of me)
Re-hashing conversations
(‘I thought....you’d gone?’ I whisper, pleadingly)
Re-presenting words in new ways
(‘Not yet’, you stretch, luxuriously)
Our days are difficult with you
(‘There’s more here to be done.’)
But what are they compared to yours?
(I sigh. It’s not a huge surprise)
Fighting everyone to be right
(I’m twenty-nine, not twenty know-it-all)
Your actions drown out everyone
(There’s still a lot to learn, un-do)
Even your words are lost
(And always will be...)
In the wake of your fury
(Do you see?)
You’re fooling no-one but your own
(You cannot frighten me)
And not for long
(No-one scares me more than myself)
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
I see a horse, elegant and proud,
I remember riding one into the cloud,
Her head held high, braver than me,
She was shot, that horse, despite her plea.
A firework explodes in the sky,
I remember him, his hopeless cry,
The night the shell came over my head,
And the next morning we found him dead.
A choir sings, it's Christmastime,
I remember the peace that cold daytime,
Boxing day we start killing again,
But that Christmas we were friendly gunmen.
I sit in a café eating beans,
I remember it, those dreadful scenes,
We were so hungry at mealtime,
But stealing rations was a crime.
My son runs around with a toy gun,
I remember how he did nit run,
Only looked pleadingly into my eyes,
I had no mercy- he soon dies.
I am not proud to be alive,
I am not happy to have survived,
I will remember you with all my heart,
In my head we will never part.
Wherever I go, whatever I do,
The war is with me.
It comes too.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
I was walking through a dream.
I fell asleep and shoes not meant for me appeared.
I put them on and stepped out the door.
Men and women passed and smiled, greeting as if I were one of their own.
They ushered along and I followed.
We entered a home and they showed me new furniture
and kitchen appliances;
speaking in a language I did not understand.
I smiled and answered in words also unknown.
We ate and danced for hours,
looking through magazines of dinner parties and picket fences.
A woman, fair and beautiful, took my hand
and we walked in the garden.
We kissed under the moonlight and she whispered something soft,
which I feigned to understand.
We returned.
The men and women were smiling,
holding a cradle and a wedding gown.
She looked up at me with hopeful eyes,
and I lowered my head in sadness.
When my eyes found hers, they were wet with tears.
The men and women began to slowly fade
and she briefly grasped my hand,
pleadingly,
Before vanishing into the silence.
Two worlds departing,
which may hold hands,
but only for a moment.
I opened my eyes, with a heavy heart,
into the reality of me.
Waking from the dream, which can never be,
the tragic reality I see.
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 1:00 AM UTC
heat flushes pink cheeks
with each fleeting
transgression
another sinful taste
of this forbidden fruit
hidden in a lush garden
secreting sweet juices
secretly sprinkling scarlet lips
parted in desperate obsession
fingers slick and sticky
slipping beneath greedy creases
pleadingly penning treatises
with gushing ink
like fingertips on flesh
peeling back another
layer of skin
to savor the tantalizing
treasure buried within
orchestrate a climatic finale
intermittently violent and intimate
soaked with dew
spewing new seeds
pollinating a flower burgeoning
in endlessly fertile acres
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC
The edges are neat and crisp,
And the wrapping paper gleams
In the weak sunlight
Filtering down from above.
Old, wrinkled hands reach out
And grasp the boxed gift.
Flakes of charred, black skin
Drift down upon it like ashen snow.
Slowly, carefully, the trembling hands
Undo one corner after another,
Flap of paper after flap of paper,
Until at last the brown box shows through.
The box is opened by the hands
As someone waits nearby,
Watching patiently to the end.
The box at last is opened,
And the gift inside is revealed:
Nothing is inside that box,
Nothing but air.
Confused, the hands life pleadingly
To the watching man nearby.
The man smiles warmly
And grasps the hands in his.
Instantly, the hands are healed--
New skin blooms
Where there once was burnt flesh.
And together, the two--
The new and the old--
Disappear into a golden light
That’s pouring from the box.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
I looked at you pleadingly
As you walked away
And I hoped
That you'd say
'No, that's not true
I'm going to stay'
Because I would prefer that
Over you, casting me a pleading glance
Over your shoulder.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
my mind is a fathomless pit of scenarios and what if’s
unanswered questions lying around
never tested hypotheticals
there was a saying that once said “it’s better to regret something you did do, than something you didn’t”
but i wouldn’t know, i’ve never taken a risk
all my regrets are of things i did not do
lies envelop my life
glazed on is superficial perfection
how can i hope to get raw when i dont even know my own identity
pleadingly i stand in front of this stranger
i can't make out the details of my own face much less anyone else's
never loved anyone like they love in the movies
but fairytales and reality rarely collide
my mind is full of nightmares,
but there is no knight to save me
and i am not strong enough to save myself
everyday the pit gets deeper
maybe one day i'll reach the other side...
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
There wasn't much I could do because like she said, "the damage is already done".
My efforts would be as time-wasting as a little mouse trying to eat a hawk, but I still tried.
This person had snatched her life away, for every stroke brought her closer to her death
Stroke number one weakened her identity
Stroke number two erased her identity
Stroke number three made her feel worthless
And before there was time for another stroke, she was convinced that she was worthless
Voice had no voice, for its mouth was being covered by every time she pleadingly and repeatedly cried "no"
She finally understood what girls she clowned on felt when insisting "no means no"
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
Softly I offer my heart to you
And bare my throat and open wounds.
Something foolish inside me hopes you pocket it,
Hopes you memorize every **** in my skin.
Something selfish inside me
Hopes you hold me closer, closer
So I can bury myself in you and call this home.
Pleadingly I press my heart into your palms
And you hold it, don't dare to harm it
But I think if I get closer
I can see something glassy in your eyes
And i think, maybe
You're not really looking.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
Man’s leaders gathered collectively,
Dressed in opulence , oozing phony authority
Chatting amongst themselves with such languid equity
While the civilians cry in majority
Howling words containing weightless gravity,
Yelling agony as the lilies wretched out from their wounds
Adam’s children quieted in sound
“Bombs should be fired here and here!” , surely God was witness to the words of such cavity
Their egos simply blocked their ears , to the sounds of those being drowned
“No! my child , where is my child?”, Mothers yelled pleadingly
“No! my family , where is my family?” , strangers questioned with ferocity
Tears of despair left the civilians eyes , for those who left no identity
Laughter surrounded the table of fools , oblivious to such monstrosity
“Clink!” they cheer for another battle had been won with such velocity
“For the country !” , all yell as God heard the last distressed cry of Eve’s child , submitting to famine
Surely animals with consciences would not allow this?
But Satan fulfilled his promise to god
Striving the **** sapiens away from rationality
Letting them sink deep within their egos,
That are so inflated ,
Blocking the cries of the civilians --- Peculiar
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
I cried and cried and cried
I pleaded, thought I had died
This must be hell I am in
how did this happen again
I fell in love and it broke me
I begged God pleadingly
just let me be loved please
is He just a big mean tease?
No, He set me free now
it's amazing that I can see how
the fear that controlled my mind
has now all been left behind
If He had given me what I wanted
I'd have used it up and flaunted
I don't need that I'm too good
just wanted to know I could
He changed my heart though
so now I just go with the flow
I know He's got a great plan
and now I'm His biggest fan
He did miracles gave me a sign
while teaching me not to whine
He knew that what I wanted
why my soul was so haunted
was because He was the one
so now my life has begun
I'm happier than I've ever been
living a life free from my sin
because He forgave me my past
and He's saving the best part for last
Now happiness doesn't depend
on career or on money or men
it bubbles up from inside
so maybe I will be a bride
or maybe I'll have lots of stuff
but I don't need it to know I'm enough
I know this all sounds a bit odd
but it's because I'm a child of God
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
he was vile, laying there all pitiful-like with his arms spread. "what happened to you?" i asked. he never responded, just spasmed and bled from his mouth. after everything i sat beside him.
the dawn was breaking then, and the grass was cold and slick with dew and ****** fluids--this was before northwest indiana set her cattails on fire. he looked up at me, not pleadingly. his gaze was full of understanding. his hair was knotted and covered in silt.
"youre going to die." i said. "youre going to die if you lay here like that." i always had criticisms. he told me so.
he rose with all the power he had left in him and ****** violently, separating the skin on his back from his muscles. for a moment i forgot to be afraid of him. with one last twist and twitch his bones
sliced through his pallid skin like butter and he extended his wings.
and suddenly i understood.
i left him laying there, all pitiful-like with his wings spread, on the pure homegrown indiana land.
he died, just like i said he would, because no matter what i always have to be right, dont i? he told me so.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC