Most Liked Forgiveness Poems (316)

Sweetly parading you go my soul of soul, go not without me;
life of your friends, enter not the garden without me.
Sky, revolve not without me; moon, shine not without me;
earth travel not without me, and time, go not without me.
With you this world is joyous, and with you that world is joyous;
in this world dwell not without me, and to that world depart not without me.
Vision, know not without me, and tongue, recite not without
me; glance behold not without me, and soul, go not without me.
The night through the moon's light sees its face white; I am
light, you are my moon, go not to heaven without me.
The thorn is secure from the fire in the shelter of the roses
face: you are the rose, I your thorn; go not into the rose garden without me.
I run in the curve of your mallet when your eye is with me;
even so gaze upon me, drive not without me, go not without me.
When, joy, you are companion of the king, drink not without
me; when, watchman, you go to the kings roof, go not without me.
Alas for him who goes on this road without your sign; since
you, O signless one, are my sign, go not without me.
Alas for him who goes on the road without my knowledge;
you are the knowledge of the road for me; O road-knower, go not without me.
Others call you love, I call you the king of love; O you who are
higher than the imagination of this and that, go not without me.

Love, Truth, Fears, Trust, Pain, Death, Kindness,
Why do you abuse these emotions?
“I love you.”
Why do you ask these words when you don’t mean it?
“I swear I’m telling you the truth!”
Why do you swear? If you are lying?
“I want to chase your fears away.”
Why do you say that? If in the end I’ll fear you in the end?
“Trust me, I want what’s best for you.”
Why did you say that? If now I am too scared to trust myself now.
“I will heal the pain within your heart”
How? If you put it there in the first place?
“I will save you from death.”
How? If you already killed me inside?
“My kindness is so wonderful it’ll make you fly.”
Well now I’m falling. And are you going to help me again?
No…
I see now… I understand…
You never meant to keep the promise.
You never meant to make anyone happy.
You only wanted to use and play with everyone’s emotions.
You said love and you got hate.
You said truth and got lies.
You said fears, you got even more.
You said trust and received none
You said pain and cause pain into others.
You said death and killed the light in our hearts.
You said kindness and we are waiting to see when we’ll get it.
You are nothing or no one to hurt us like that!
But…
Even through the lies and the hurt.
You can still come to me and I’ll still be your friend.
Because there’s something that you forgot …….
Forgiveness.

For Daddy, My Twin

How I hated you:
Plotting
my revenge;
Summoning words:
Would-be daggers
I vowed
to plunge
into your
shattered heart.

Again and again
We’d danced
this tragic dance
of mutual
Torment:
You, the Father
I needed
and loved
and feared;
and I
the visage
of your
rejected self:
the love
you had disowned
“unrequited”--
the innocence
you held in scorn
yet secretly
yearned
to recapture.

Oh, I shuddered
and quaked
in bitter
confrontation
of the Lies:
self–deception.
How I hated them
for the way
they kept us apart.
And at only eight
I vowed my first
Holy promise.
“This shall not stand.”
And, as I plotted
your annihilation,
sobbing silent rage
into my pillow,
I felt
your calloused hands
upon my back,
your tears landing
in my hair
and heard
your anguish
and self-reproach
revealing
the torment
secreted
in the very breath
that sustained you.

“Forgive me,”
you sighed.
And separation
Vanished.
Your pain
was mine
and my heart
shattered,
revealing
the love
we had both
tried
and failed
to keep secret
from our True Self.

We can never be
apart
from
what we are
a part
OF.
Now,
these
forgiven eyes
see
only Love
and innocence.

May 21, 2013

Festering
in branches high,
discerning corruptions
proprieties disguised,
she apart, yet never alone
brooded contempt
with blackened eyes
and sooted soul
when but a child of five
“People rarely look up”
so she’d learned to climb.

Hatchin’ haint
in shadow’s caul.
Billowing malice
In enmity’s thrall~
pubescent Realm Cracker
Darkness embraced.
Summoning Thunder
she Willed
and she laid waste.
Her mind her sharpened saber
her tongue
spat judgment’s call
lest someone dare assuage her
she’d learned to appall.

Advancing
by the light
of the bridges
she did burn,
in the company of voices,
she heard
yet would not to learn.
Something reprehensible
into her heart
had crept,
distilling tears to fire
in solitude she wept.
Those she loved
came to avoid her.
Thus, at last,
she learned regret.

In an instant
rare and tender,
a revelation kindled new
compassion’s charity
and forgiveness~
an insight that saw through
the visage of disappointment
and thus gave place
that love would grow.
Her tattered heart
thus shattered
and she learned at last to sow
what she willed
to one day gather
A Sage of Rage
transformed
doth Know.


Callaghan Grant 5/24/2013

Now:
Complete
Modest
Incessant
Cleansed
Forgiven

Then:
Capture
Terror
Carnage
Merciless
Unbreakable

Here:
Haunted
Restless
Fragile
Forsaken
Emptiness

T H E
T R U T H

MISTER M-I-S-T-E-R period. Danny Glover"aint y'all got nothin better to do?"

looking down ............fingers dancing
no chance .............of eyes romancing
focused on.............. what your doing
totally committed ..to what your viewing
a nod a wink and.... even a word i'd say
if you gazed your eyes ......upon my way
but in your world.......... you only see
how broad.......... is your connectivity
lost you are........... in your surround
lost you are ............to whats around
the warmth.......... of a generous smile
a nod and ............a hello worthwhile
simple pleasures................ i adore
always new .................never a bore
open your eyes...... and then your heart
let the world in....... for you to start
to see life.............. in every shape
colourblind........... and an open plate.........

Made from love and I was born
A mistake that came from heaven
Hugs I needed and the love I craved
Were very rarely given
The acceptance that he gave
Was not really real
Then I would start to misbehave
To get attention that I craved
My soul cried out to be loved
By a man in love with his beer
The soul can never forget this pain
And so you must forgive me dear
My frustrations were forged back then
I thought deep to find the answer

One night I was a troubled teen
It seems today like an awful dream
I thought no one cared or listened
The droplets of beer on his beard glistened
He was awful to my mother
He was hurting my little brother
Mean to me as always, far too much aggression
A white teddy bear a rainbow around his neck;
I clung to it for comfort that night, his name was Ragamuffian

I took all the pills that I could find
And lay down on their bed hoping to die
Soon I became filled with fear,
Where would my soul go from here?
When he came into the room, so late
I murmured: “please don’t let me die”
He dragged me to the bathroom then
Tried forcing salt water down my throat
My hair was pulled I was thrown to the ground
He drunk drove me to the hospital
He ripped my teddies head off
Pulled me up the stairs…

I awoke in a hospital bed…
It was my birthday the next day! And I was full of tears…

I’m so sorry to disappoint you; I know this won’t make sense
Could hardly explain it all…But I hate teddies to this day,
I was craving the love of a beer drinking man
I could never bear to be shut out this way…
The gate: your evidence!

My fingers touch the outline of her lips...
stopping in mid-sentence,
she declares nothing more is to be said.
Like beads falling from a string,
each moment seems to fall silently to the ground...
lost and trammeled under the sand...
a gift consigned to posterity....
and to anyone that may pick through the ash and rubble.

So it is with this temple.
The caretakers forsake their deed, and walk the shortest path away from each other...
So it is.

Bitter tears and bankrupt emotions rule this day.

If love and hate are equally toxic...and one must imbibe,
I prefer the intent of the former....to the result of the latter.
But mine is not to alter...
but to forget and to forgive.
So it is...

My fingers touch the outline of her lips...
stopping in mid-sentence,
she declares nothing more is to be said.
Like beads falling from a string,
each moment seems to fall silently to the ground...
lost and trammeled under the sand...
a gift consigned to posterity....
and to anyone that may pick through the ash and rubble.

So it is with this temple.
The caretakers forsake their deed, and walk the shortest path away from each other...
So it is.

Bitter tears and bankrupt emotions rule this day.

If love and hate are equally toxic...and one must imbibe,
I prefer the intent of the former....to the result of the latter.
But mine is not to alter...
but to forget and to forgive.
So it is...