Begging Poems - Poems about Begging

... Pigeons were a mans best friend, A gift from the sky. We lured them from fields with large oaks, To artificial nests to suit our needs. We spoiled and pampered them, Using those gifts as c......Read the rest...

...Profits push political power, As they gather to make plans. Like witches in their covens each hour, The power of black masses spans. Increases industries interest, no Wall Street crashe......Read the rest...

...Two cottages in the woosds people living there Why they chose this life No one really knows What really happwned Maybe they wanted A change in their lives It could be the city got crowded ......Read the rest...

... buds begin to leaf begging for bucolic growth ~ flora in full dress (May Full Moon – Cree)......Read the rest...

...I once lived with a yapping trash-licker a two faced dead soul and side back kicker she treated me like a tart~ I didn't like her rotting fart makes my golden fringe cringe, and grow thicker.. ......Read the rest...

... Sitting on the same bench a few years after, memories come back while I'm watching the pond, feeding the ducks, geese and the black swans. After a long time, Santa Margarita's......Read the rest...

...i am not a great writer a profound thinker i haven’t even graduated high school but something about you sends words screaming through my brain begging to be placed in some sort of stanza wor......Read the rest...

...The distress... fatigue, combined with restlessness, tossing, and turning. Assuming I possess more energy than I truly do because what is worse, exhausting oneself or lying there, depleted? Many of u......Read the rest...

...The sun has brung out a low spinescene against the brush housing thrush and pheasants My father moves as death, silhouetted A proper Shropshire lad I hang my neck In shame and solidarity. The ......Read the rest...

...At the crossroads of years, where stones whisper for centuries, Inside unfolds the mystical drama of the self seeking light, Through mazes of thoughts like leaves rolling towards truth. Thirsty so......Read the rest...

...Let's not brag about begging free Long gone are the days when tears would drop We no longer see the light at the end of a tunnel That s why our eyes are blinded to the truth As we became night cr......Read the rest...

... Would you know my name? If I saw you in heaven Would it be the same? If I saw you in heaven I must be strong and carry on cuz I know I don't belong Here in heaven Would you hold my hand, if ......Read the rest...

...I’m writing with pen. Scribbling and doodling. Writing a rough draft. Then an even rougher draft. Falling asleep and knocking coffee all over my pages. Using up my whole notebook. Running to th......Read the rest...

...Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku Fukuda Chiyo-ni (1703-1775) was a celebrated Japanese poet and painter of the Edo period, also known as Kaga no Chiyo. Because morning glories held my well-bucket hostage......Read the rest...

...Bruising my vein Can’t stay in my lane Don’t even feel any pain Acting like my arms are a pincushion A dirty needle about to push in Need that rush Want the voices to hush Never coming down ......Read the rest...