Most Commented Forgiveness Poems (316)

We are still
in the clear blue sky
A storm comes by
to show us
'the clear'
clear blue of the sky
The rain begins to fall
To wash us clean
from our fall.

im walking to you
its been such a long time
how long has it been?
more then a while.

im praying for strenght
as i walk this corridor
to give what your seeking
but to ask, leaves me sore.

i wish you had'nt asked
why not just leave things be
but today is about you
yesterday .. me.

when i needed you yesterday
you told me to wait till tomorrow
and because its today you need me
im expected to forget' my hurt,my sorrow.

opening your hospital door
i'm not saddend with how weak you seem
what you seek from me, except from me too
forgiveness' as i leave.

yesterday i would of
today i tried for your sake
i will try again tomorrow
unless it's too late.

your fault not mine
you took tomorrow for granted
so now take to your grave
what you left me to live with.

No words are left to say
when they have been spoken
no silence left to break
where obliteration bleeds

No eyes to glimpse a secret
when truth has been unsealed
no slumber thy to wake
where emptiness embrace

He is going to walk away that is for sure
His things are packed and at the door
His memories are in the bedroom still
His watch tells him five minutes to kill
He turns around, open his arms just once more
One last time he hopes his memories will cure

She watched him packed heard his excuses
Knew it was not time for tears or abuses
But she felt the embers dying inside
Knew her heart was torn open wide
She saw him turn around and hoped
One last time she wish she could cope

One last time lasted all night and a day
Together they climb the stars in foreplay
Loved the clouds back to their linings of silver
They shook, they slept and loved every shiver
Each knowing that yet again they have lost
Like they have done so many times in the past

One last time they carried his luggage in
Unpacked and threw the wash back in the bin
They never made any promises just agreed
That once more grief their lives have freed
How long neither knows nor do they really care
This last time might be a week, a day, a month or a year

DIS HERE ONES FER YOU KID!

It intrigues me how people so easily can change their mind
people change misplaced anger into something suddenly kind
What the lady had said wasn’t proper nor was it called for
And no one ever wanted to put a woman in her place more

The lady seems candy type sweet but she can be lemon type tart
And then something or other dictates a dictum her heart
It must be, I imagine, that perhaps they misjudged me in the first place
And suddenly contrition turns them from gabardine into lace

Now I’m talking to you who didn’t have a right to insult me
But you got so angry over something I just couldn’t see
I was in a quandary with a query as to why you had done what you’d done
It was as if I were standing in front of you holding an Uzi machine gun

But now you’ve righted things as far as I’m concerned
Yet I don’t know if you were taught or if you really learned
You treated me as a lowly cockroach scurrying away from the light
Still I will live in hope you realize that what you did simply wasn’t right
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

The less you ask the better -
Leave questions to the fall.
The less you give the better -
The less I'll pay for loss.
The less you squander promise -
The less you'll ask in kind.
The less I think of loving -
The less I care for life.
Keep making false impression,
Keep thinking: she is mine.
My life like barren ground
Is nourished on ... lies.

So...you quit the game!-
You missed your chance!
You missed your luck,
But no one's here to blame

You missed the chance-
But no regrets!
The curtain's shut-
This story ends

And when next time
We'll meet somewhere,
Just walk on by
Don't even try to stare!

And never miss me
Never think of me!
It's now a history-
It's been,but never be

Yesterday I questioned, the leisure of born affluence
that followed me to wonder what life means.
And I cursed the education that rescued me
from the simple faith of my forebears,
And the comforting superstitions of an aging peasant.

There are times like today
When it would be nice to know that three Hail Marys
could heal me, A novena or nine Fridays could give
me hope,
Or even the innocent blood of a chicken, shed on ancient
Irish hillside long before Christ, Could free me from some
bottomless guilt.
But no matter what I may feel of angels or devils,
Or trembling hands clutching at wrinkled rosary beads,
They sure as hell beat unending self-analysis

SAS

I wish that the clock could be turned back,
so I could undo the things that I did,
some of my mistakes were off that beaten track,
maybe my forgiven faults would help my heavens bid,

I wish my heart was not so frail,
to love and be hurt so much this way,
so many heartbreaks along the trail,
yet I seem to find the strength to fight another day,

I wish that people would mean what they say,
pretending their love for you is the same,
life and loving is not for play,
we have no re-runs and it is not a game,

I wish my dreams had much more meaning,
so much darkness and sadness prevail,
blackness and mood too far leaning,
could my soul be saved by that loving female,

I wish that my numbers came for that lottery win,
scrimping and saving in todays clime,
if this really happened it would make my head spin,
watching those pennies every day all the time,

I wish that I would not have to do this anymore,
hoping and praying for that wonderful day,
life is for living no matter whats in store,
come my love wherever you are are and have your say,

I wish for knowing the peace that surpasses every thought,
pleasing my mind and making me more understanding,
all these things I was never taught,
then in my life maybe I will not be so demanding,

I wish that I could have just that little bit more,
like a forbidden chocolate cake to cater for my whim,
like a love you have or need that's for sure,
having that little extra of what you like is not a sin,

smiles and closes my eyes am going though changes and not sure of a lot, and then a soft gentle whisper comes out of nowhere and tugs at my soul, i love the way life can surprise us still:).. always know that when you least expect it and are floating, someone reaches us....

close my eyes and He seeps into my soul, His essence takes over my mind and body, from rushed and uptight to calm and content, one Man, it still amazes me how, but one Man, can do this to me, He calms me like no one else on this earth has ever been able to do, He knows me and feels how i feel.. He can find me when i am lost inside my thoughts and the dark place that sometimes wants to take me away inside my mind, He reaches inside and holds out His hand and i am able to climb into the light and keep my eyes on His blue gaze like a becon.. He is my Heart, my Soul and the one who i want to spend forever finding myself with, discovering forever in His eyes and being held safe and content, but never confined in His arms.. free to be me, but free to choose to be His and under His control for another lifetime..my Perfect imperfection who is perfect for me..