It’s cold out. the wind is howling. the snow has blown the road into oblivion, and the power is out. Don’t know what I can do to beckon the spirits to come out of hiding on this miserable night. At least my faithful cat.. is.. oh, she’s gone too, never mind.
it’s those chocolate browns those look at me i’m staring at you’s those i dare you to look away’s those we’re the best you’ll ever see’s those i need you’s those please don’t go’s those i wish you were here’s those eyes. those eyes you have beckon me and i follow. do mine say the same to you? because all i want to listen to is your eyes.
I think of the distance, beckon me, call me, want me. With eyes out of focus, I peer. Just want me, call to me. So little can be done from so far, but you can call to my heart. Hearken. Ask. Implore. Desire.
“Come here. Shhhhhhh!”
She beckoned me forward. Together, we peered around the corner of the building. There it was.
“What IS that?”
“That’s that crazy seagull I was telling you about. Check it out. It’s about to untie that man’s showlace!”
Her finger curled, beckoning me towards her.
“Yeah?” I asked, running one hand through my hair and trying to smile. She didn’t answer, staring at me with those ghostly eyes, so blue they where almost white.
Jenna
His voice beckons me in that taunting tone of his, the one constantly questioning my judgement. “Crystal! Crystal….come on now you can’t be serious.” But I am. I am, I am dead serious.
BeeBee
My mom beckon me to follow her into the sullen funeral home. It was the funeral for my boyfriend. He passed away by getting hit by a train. The coffin was closed because my boyfriend was beaten up badly. Why did my obstinate mother want me to go inside? I was to heart broken to lose the man that was so close to me. I saw my boyfriend’s parents talking to some people that knew him. All of the sudden tears spilled out of eyes. This can’t be happening to me. Why is life so haphazardly?
As he lay there inhaling the sweet pungency of mouldering shit and straw, a small beam of sunlight beckoned Jensen’s attention. If only he could ride that filtering beam and ascend its angled path up through the open slat of the barn wall, then he could be free of all of this messiness that had become his life.
I beckon the call of the wild. I ask for it, crave it and miss it when I’m forced to be inside. The worst weather is the best weather to be outside in. Face into the wind instead of warm inside the walls, bored, stuck, face in the boob-toob, bored. Bored to death.
The man beckoned toward his horse, pulling him along in the thickening snow. The wind howled and the candlelight flickered as the slight number of leaves that remained fell to the ground. The horse whinnied and resisted, but eventually plowed forth, struggling against the harsh weather. “Almost home,” the man said.
With one finger twitch my life changed; the glint in your eye said it all. All the things I wished you would say, all the things I wanted to say. I wanted to tell you how badly you affected me; how I couldn’t sleep for days because I regretted each time I didn’t initiate a conversation. Each time you passed me by and I looked at my feet and shuffled them nervously, each time I made eye contact and broke it within a split second.
i beckoned him to come back, but i simply had no luck. he was gone. he didnt even turn to say goodbye. i had lost him for the last time. what was i going to do? i felt my heart drop and my knees felt weak, not in the good way either. a part of myself had died the minute he looked at me, mouthed goodbye and walked away. the moment he walked right out of my life.
Beckon is an unknown word for a foreigner without certainties on the futures.
Beckon is even an unkown sound.
An unknwon poem.
So many possibilities.
Juan Felipe Rengifo
Don’t ask why, although if you think about it for a minute you will deduce where I’m coming from with this, but the first thing I thought about when I read this word was a lighthouse beacon. And then I thought of bacon. Mmmmm BACON
I beckon ye to sing with me, the songs of ye olden days. To sing along to spread music and joy across the land. I beckon ye to come sing along to spread holiday cheer and be merry.
There’s this call, this yearning ingrained in the deepest recesses of my mind. I think I was born with it. It’s the call from some place or thing that’s indescribable. It’s why I was asking if this world was a dream from the age of 5. It’s why I wonder if being me, being a person, feels the same way it does to me as it does to everyone else. It’s the reason I’ve never really felt like I truly belonged anywhere.
The time difference is so much for a girl can take and the messages aren’t enough, I wish you were home and we can talk on the phone about pointless things and I can smile about the thought of meeting someday. Come home baby, I miss you so.
Beckoning me to the edge of the sunset, we walk away
Fuck amy winehouse is ruining my concentration
But she’s damn awesome
This poor girl
I didn’t notice her until she was gone
Not that I’m important, but this is depressing to me
And the song ended and I had to stop
And the coca-cola ad plays
And it is my honor to make you happy.
Right?
Alex
I would beckon you over. I need you to see me in a way that you haven’t before. Just welcome me into your life and I promise you won’t regret it. It’s the feeling I get, the one I wish you would give me. Just beckon me over. You won’t regret it.
I beckoned her with the utmost urgency. I missed her skin, and her voice. I needed her next to me, it was no longer a want. She was my heartbeat, and my soul, and everything I’ve ever searched for. I couldn’t let her go just yet, I wouldn’t. She came closer, and my heart rate quickened and I’d never felt such a sensation before, I was utterly in awe of her beauty.
Amber
a way to call someone over to you. to get their attention and tell them what you need. The way her bubbling blue eyes beckoned to me. and her rosy red cheeks and pure pink lips. her curly blond hair and her movie star smile.
Emmy
Wenn du nach hinten gehst, wirst du alle Dinge vom letzten Jahr finden. Den Schinken von kurz nach Weihnachten. Den Lamettafaden, der sich in der Scheuerleiste verklemmt hatte und den wir erst im Mai fanden, als wir die Tapete abrissen. Den kaputten Schwimmflügel. Die sterbenden Mücken vom November. Und all die Erwartungen, die nicht erfüllt werden konnten.
I would
so love
to
beckon
your love
home to
my heart
where
it belongs
beckon
you
back to
my eyes
my lips
my arms
where
you belong
Anita Cruse
I come to you at your beckon and call. i am a slave, a servant. my master is the past. i dont attempt to escape because of my fear i won’t be able to.
laughalot
He stares at me obstinately, a shoe in his mouth. I urge him to come to me. He refuses. I am beyond irritated, but I don’t want him to win. But he does. No matter how urgent of a voice I use, he stares in belligerent disobedience.
She gave me that look. The one I can’t ignore, and I didn’t. I followed her in, and kissed my old life behind. all with a little waggle of a slender, beautifully painted finger.
The soft moonlight is beckoning for her to move forward, down the vacant midnight streets. The hot summer air sticks to her skin, but she couldn’t care less. She just needs out. Out of that house. Out of the way. Out of her life. Out of her mind. She needs out.
God calls me and beckons me to do his will. As of what his will is? That I am not quite sure of. I know I have been called to work with kids but is that it? What else can I do? Right now… I do not know. But I will do what ever God beckons me to do…<3
you beckon me closer in my dreams
i feel your breath and smell your smell
what the hell?
i thought we were done
but everythings gone undone
and i’m not sure what to do
do you want this too?
I beckon thee to me.
I miss you. I cannot stand being without your company.
I beckon thee to me.
I love you. Your laughter is music to my ears.
I beckon thee to me.
I beckon thee to me.
“Quem é aquela pessoa acenando pra mim? Não sei, realmente não sei… Será que é algum colega de escola? Ou pode ser um assassino? De qualquer forma, acho melhor ignorar…”. Mas não foi possível ignorar. Pois a estranha se aproximou, se apresentou e disse: “Oi, meu nome é xx e, bem, você não é o que vocẽ acha que é.”
Cláudia da Cruz
I should not be put in a position where I need to beckon him over, forcing him to spend a little time with me. It feels pretty degrading to be made third or fourth priority at all times.
I should not be put in a position where I need to beckon him over, forcing him to spend a little time with me. It gets a little degrading being third or fourth priority at all times.
i beckon the sun does not rise if i do not pass calculus. i have just about a 72% in that class and i just took my final and i’m so nervous and embarrassed and i beckon ALLLL I REALLY WANT IS TO PASS AND MOVE ON TO CALC2 AND PHYSICS BASED CALC, AND OH YEA I WANT TO PASS CHEM2 SO I CAN MOVE ON TO ORGANIC CHEMISTRY. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASSSSSSSSSEEEEEE
Stanley beckoned little Kimberly over with a gnarly finger, like a tree branch twitching in the winter wind. She waddled slowly toward him, her hands and lips sticky from her mint chip ice cream cone. As the elderly man scooped her up in his arms, his eyes melted against hers in pools of emerald and indigo.
“She’s so precious,” he said, smiling faintly as he looked at his son, her father, grinning from ear to ear.
And the sky had tears in its eyes
it grew dark
resilient enough
to believe that things would change.
Bluish nightmares
stalked by shadows and
battles with creatures
that fear;
beckoning for dawn.
It’s cold out. the wind is howling. the snow has blown the road into oblivion, and the power is out. Don’t know what I can do to beckon the spirits to come out of hiding on this miserable night. At least my faithful cat.. is.. oh, she’s gone too, never mind.
Bring me to you. As water spills and finds its level we find each other. As burning embers cool with time, take my warmth.
it’s those chocolate browns those look at me i’m staring at you’s those i dare you to look away’s those we’re the best you’ll ever see’s those i need you’s those please don’t go’s those i wish you were here’s those eyes. those eyes you have beckon me and i follow. do mine say the same to you? because all i want to listen to is your eyes.
I think of the distance, beckon me, call me, want me. With eyes out of focus, I peer. Just want me, call to me. So little can be done from so far, but you can call to my heart. Hearken. Ask. Implore. Desire.
Beckon
“Come here. Shhhhhhh!”
She beckoned me forward. Together, we peered around the corner of the building. There it was.
“What IS that?”
“That’s that crazy seagull I was telling you about. Check it out. It’s about to untie that man’s showlace!”
Her finger curled, beckoning me towards her.
“Yeah?” I asked, running one hand through my hair and trying to smile. She didn’t answer, staring at me with those ghostly eyes, so blue they where almost white.
His voice beckons me in that taunting tone of his, the one constantly questioning my judgement. “Crystal! Crystal….come on now you can’t be serious.” But I am. I am, I am dead serious.
My mom beckon me to follow her into the sullen funeral home. It was the funeral for my boyfriend. He passed away by getting hit by a train. The coffin was closed because my boyfriend was beaten up badly. Why did my obstinate mother want me to go inside? I was to heart broken to lose the man that was so close to me. I saw my boyfriend’s parents talking to some people that knew him. All of the sudden tears spilled out of eyes. This can’t be happening to me. Why is life so haphazardly?
As he lay there inhaling the sweet pungency of mouldering shit and straw, a small beam of sunlight beckoned Jensen’s attention. If only he could ride that filtering beam and ascend its angled path up through the open slat of the barn wall, then he could be free of all of this messiness that had become his life.
I beckon the call of the wild. I ask for it, crave it and miss it when I’m forced to be inside. The worst weather is the best weather to be outside in. Face into the wind instead of warm inside the walls, bored, stuck, face in the boob-toob, bored. Bored to death.
The man beckoned toward his horse, pulling him along in the thickening snow. The wind howled and the candlelight flickered as the slight number of leaves that remained fell to the ground. The horse whinnied and resisted, but eventually plowed forth, struggling against the harsh weather. “Almost home,” the man said.
With one finger twitch my life changed; the glint in your eye said it all. All the things I wished you would say, all the things I wanted to say. I wanted to tell you how badly you affected me; how I couldn’t sleep for days because I regretted each time I didn’t initiate a conversation. Each time you passed me by and I looked at my feet and shuffled them nervously, each time I made eye contact and broke it within a split second.
i beckoned him to come back, but i simply had no luck. he was gone. he didnt even turn to say goodbye. i had lost him for the last time. what was i going to do? i felt my heart drop and my knees felt weak, not in the good way either. a part of myself had died the minute he looked at me, mouthed goodbye and walked away. the moment he walked right out of my life.
Beckon is an unknown word for a foreigner without certainties on the futures.
Beckon is even an unkown sound.
An unknwon poem.
So many possibilities.
Don’t ask why, although if you think about it for a minute you will deduce where I’m coming from with this, but the first thing I thought about when I read this word was a lighthouse beacon. And then I thought of bacon. Mmmmm BACON
I beckon ye to sing with me, the songs of ye olden days. To sing along to spread music and joy across the land. I beckon ye to come sing along to spread holiday cheer and be merry.
There’s this call, this yearning ingrained in the deepest recesses of my mind. I think I was born with it. It’s the call from some place or thing that’s indescribable. It’s why I was asking if this world was a dream from the age of 5. It’s why I wonder if being me, being a person, feels the same way it does to me as it does to everyone else. It’s the reason I’ve never really felt like I truly belonged anywhere.
The time difference is so much for a girl can take and the messages aren’t enough, I wish you were home and we can talk on the phone about pointless things and I can smile about the thought of meeting someday. Come home baby, I miss you so.
Beckoning me to the edge of the sunset, we walk away
Fuck amy winehouse is ruining my concentration
But she’s damn awesome
This poor girl
I didn’t notice her until she was gone
Not that I’m important, but this is depressing to me
And the song ended and I had to stop
And the coca-cola ad plays
And it is my honor to make you happy.
Right?
I would beckon you over. I need you to see me in a way that you haven’t before. Just welcome me into your life and I promise you won’t regret it. It’s the feeling I get, the one I wish you would give me. Just beckon me over. You won’t regret it.
I beckoned her with the utmost urgency. I missed her skin, and her voice. I needed her next to me, it was no longer a want. She was my heartbeat, and my soul, and everything I’ve ever searched for. I couldn’t let her go just yet, I wouldn’t. She came closer, and my heart rate quickened and I’d never felt such a sensation before, I was utterly in awe of her beauty.
a way to call someone over to you. to get their attention and tell them what you need. The way her bubbling blue eyes beckoned to me. and her rosy red cheeks and pure pink lips. her curly blond hair and her movie star smile.
Wenn du nach hinten gehst, wirst du alle Dinge vom letzten Jahr finden. Den Schinken von kurz nach Weihnachten. Den Lamettafaden, der sich in der Scheuerleiste verklemmt hatte und den wir erst im Mai fanden, als wir die Tapete abrissen. Den kaputten Schwimmflügel. Die sterbenden Mücken vom November. Und all die Erwartungen, die nicht erfüllt werden konnten.
I would
so love
to
beckon
your love
home to
my heart
where
it belongs
beckon
you
back to
my eyes
my lips
my arms
where
you belong
I come to you at your beckon and call. i am a slave, a servant. my master is the past. i dont attempt to escape because of my fear i won’t be able to.
He stares at me obstinately, a shoe in his mouth. I urge him to come to me. He refuses. I am beyond irritated, but I don’t want him to win. But he does. No matter how urgent of a voice I use, he stares in belligerent disobedience.
She gave me that look. The one I can’t ignore, and I didn’t. I followed her in, and kissed my old life behind. all with a little waggle of a slender, beautifully painted finger.
Beckon me to beg on you.
The soft moonlight is beckoning for her to move forward, down the vacant midnight streets. The hot summer air sticks to her skin, but she couldn’t care less. She just needs out. Out of that house. Out of the way. Out of her life. Out of her mind. She needs out.
eminem.
God calls me and beckons me to do his will. As of what his will is? That I am not quite sure of. I know I have been called to work with kids but is that it? What else can I do? Right now… I do not know. But I will do what ever God beckons me to do…<3
you beckon me closer in my dreams
i feel your breath and smell your smell
what the hell?
i thought we were done
but everythings gone undone
and i’m not sure what to do
do you want this too?
I beckon thee to me.
I miss you. I cannot stand being without your company.
I beckon thee to me.
I love you. Your laughter is music to my ears.
I beckon thee to me.
I beckon thee to me.
“Quem é aquela pessoa acenando pra mim? Não sei, realmente não sei… Será que é algum colega de escola? Ou pode ser um assassino? De qualquer forma, acho melhor ignorar…”. Mas não foi possível ignorar. Pois a estranha se aproximou, se apresentou e disse: “Oi, meu nome é xx e, bem, você não é o que vocẽ acha que é.”
I should not be put in a position where I need to beckon him over, forcing him to spend a little time with me. It feels pretty degrading to be made third or fourth priority at all times.
I should not be put in a position where I need to beckon him over, forcing him to spend a little time with me. It gets a little degrading being third or fourth priority at all times.
Gregory Beckon urged his audience to believe in the Lord Jesus Christ.
i beckon the sun does not rise if i do not pass calculus. i have just about a 72% in that class and i just took my final and i’m so nervous and embarrassed and i beckon ALLLL I REALLY WANT IS TO PASS AND MOVE ON TO CALC2 AND PHYSICS BASED CALC, AND OH YEA I WANT TO PASS CHEM2 SO I CAN MOVE ON TO ORGANIC CHEMISTRY. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASSSSSSSSSEEEEEE
Stanley beckoned little Kimberly over with a gnarly finger, like a tree branch twitching in the winter wind. She waddled slowly toward him, her hands and lips sticky from her mint chip ice cream cone. As the elderly man scooped her up in his arms, his eyes melted against hers in pools of emerald and indigo.
“She’s so precious,” he said, smiling faintly as he looked at his son, her father, grinning from ear to ear.