Last Commented Forgiveness Poems (316)

If she is a free spirit;- let her go;-
If she is yours;- then do respect her.

It's a woman's want to let her feelings show;-
And she'll be not yours if you neglect her.

If sometimes she is childish;- you should know,
She's born to raise a child;- look after her.

And if you have ever fought "man to man"
You'd know how much a punch hurts;-

So be a Man and do not hurt her.



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I'm an Intuitive Empath (A "Sensitive"if you will) a gift that has proven an asset in my work in law enforcement. When I came in here the other day, the atmosphere felt quite like a cannon blast. Not a very comfortable thing or situation in which to deal with or to come into. After reading posts and comments, the situation became quite clear.

There is always one side, the other side and the truth is always somewhere in the middle. Name calling and finger pointing does not show a warm and welcoming atmosphere to the new members. New members who now may not feel comfortable in posting their work.

I come here to read the latest works of friends and to make new ones.I have always found it to be a much welcome respite from the dreariness I encounter at work.

I'd be more than happy to listen to each side privately through the mailbox here. :)

I am aware that words were said and feelings were hurt and apologies have been made. That is the start of a simple thing called "forgiveness". :) May you go forth and bear remembering that tomorrow is the start of something new. :)

I love and honor each one of you for your gifts,your friendship and your writing talent. You are so blessed. :)

She laid broken in a heap.
Her eyes staring straight forward.
One arm twisted completely off.
And a leg crumpled behind her.
There was a horrible stench,
Where she had lain for so long.
Her once beautiful blonde hair now discolored.
I picked her up with tears running down my cheek.
I had searched for her for so long.
I had given up all hope of ever touching holding her again.
And now here she was.
My heart felt heavy as I lifted her gently in my arms.
I held her close to my face wanting to remember her feel.
We had been through so much. Her and I.
Closing the door to the old worn out tobacco barn.
I knew they might tear the old barn down.
But my memories of her would never fade.
I carried my little dolly that meant so much to me as a child to safety.
Where the destruction of the barn could begin.

A beautiful world is still a dream.
in a selfish, busy life as we lead
forgot others to care and share.
and we became more and more selfish today.
living alone as buried deep in soil.
nobody to care and no one to share.
we don"t know how many days to go this way.
something blinded our eyes to see others.
something blocked our ears to hear others.
and someone detained us from caring and sharing.
today we have enough time to listen to and to talk.
but no one is ready to wait for us.
there is no one near and dear and all are far away.
no buddys and nothing to buy.
no frys , no screams for ice screams ,but every where drys.
digital world without limits, but all are limited now.
we are ready to wait any longer and lend ear to-
the one who may come our way.
we do belief that
tomorrow will show us a new dawn,
which will make us real human,
for a beautiful world.

I don't like being here.
But this foolish pride...
Is stronger than this door between us.
The message is clear.
You want let me inside.
You don't trust.
You want things your way.
So this closed door will stay.
It is easier than looking at me.
For the pain you caused you will see.
I've been waiting like a fool.
For this door to open.
Let me in. Where the healing can begin.
But its cold out here.
I have dealt with pain many times before.
It will hurt but it will go in the memory box.
With many many more.
I will try to leave the box closed.
And not look inside.
Because all those memories turned to foolish pride.

Never has a sense of solitude
Sunken so deeply out of sight
With everything I love was you
And in the end I lost my sight
No longer mattered the beauties
Th sirens of this world to delight
How senseless was my hope
When surrounded by my fright
Given up again taking off in flight
Did I surrender once and all my might
For once at last I stand my ground
I will not ever give up this fight

Wish to wonder Why,
You wonder why you Wish.
To wonder why you wish to wonder,
Why you wonder why you Wish.
Then Do.

Have A listen...:)


if we make the rules
and we’re in control
if all we can lose
is an empty soul….....
1-then why should I be loyal
if none are greater than me
what is there to obey
but my own vanity
2-I’ll claim my own image
my name shall be adored
and be equal to my pride
an idol for the world
3-I’ll assume authority
by all that is divine
disregarding ancient truth
and claim all wisdom is mine
4-my desire will drive me
on fortunes’ endless quest
drunk on the wine of fame
my greed will never rest
5-my parents I will blame
the elders I will scorn
for holding me to task
from the day I was born
6-I’ll be free to live my life
loving all who follow me
hating all who criticize
and all who came before me
7-I’ll marry whom I choose
and love all whom I will
I’ll command an army of flesh
to march just for the thrill
8-I’ll tear down all the walls
and open all the cages
liars, thieves, and friends in need
loyal to freedoms’ wages
9-the lie will be the truth
the truth will be for sale
I’ll revel in inequity
and deny the fires of hell
10-and all will serve my pleasure
and covet what they see
I’ll bear witness to every lust
and keep them enthralled to me
if we make the rules
and we’re in control
if all we can lose
is an empty soul….....

people say: find good people and leave the bad ones. but i say, find the good in people and ignore the bad in them. because no one is perfect

Mohammed is looking nervous
He needs a place to hide
He stole a Bible from the motel
Where he drank and partied all night

It’s his first time in the States
His first time with a girl
His first taste of whiskey
His first time in the world

But Allah does not forgive
Says the Ayatollah
So Mohammed stops to ponder
With an ice cold Coca Cola

These people seem so happy
They even smile when they complain
But Islam says they’re evil
Surely freedom can’t be to blame

But my Imam won’t understand
And my parents will disown me
My brothers will turn their heads
While neighbors try to stone me

Mohammed grips his Bible
Eyes wide with fright
Makes a dash for the bathrooms
But turns left instead of right

A tatooed girl with a gun
Stops him in his tracks
She says, “Don’t cause any trouble now,
Just take a breath and relax..”

If you’re feeling confused
The Pope says that’s OK
Lady GaGa and Marilyn Manson
Say we’re all born that way

Nervous and embarrassed
He ducks into a stall
Where he finds his name and number
Written on the girls room wall

Aghast, he drops his Bible
Open and in plain view
That old familiar passage
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you….... :)