Begging Poems - Poems about Begging

...Smoldering In The Dark My muse set fire to my soul With her Irish blood and scorpion sting The darkness had no chance. Skeletons huddled in the closet Bones rattled as it burned to the groun......Read the rest...

...Alone… would I be wrong to call myself a fool? Knowing full well, alone one never is? Better, much better to say ‘Alone from’. Alone from friends, from loved ones From employment, joy and/or......Read the rest...

...Did you feel someone care? Honestly purely care? When people insulted Allah, indeed I was faced with a terrible experience. The lord who created my body to heal from illness by itself? The lord......Read the rest...

...Under the enchanted curtain of the night, where the stars whisper ancient secrets, I no longer desire everything, just an ethereal caress, A stellar thrill and a minor love to soothe my dreams, Fr......Read the rest...

...I Twisted chains bite deep Terrorizing the flesh And making it cry A small beam of light In an otherwise dark room All that one could cling to The steady drip, drip, drip But the light pr......Read the rest...

... 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...