Forgiveness Poems (316)

You helped me up
I knew you cared
You gave me your trust
I shouted out loud threw it away
left it between us broken
I am lost
lost
lost at that moment
Broken trust, seeds in the dirt
I don't know how to make them grow

Oh, what did I do to you
When I had all I needed
the family you gave me
Dont know how to face you
You may forgive, but I cant forgive me
I cant meet your eye
for the fear you'll see through me
as if for you I was no longer there

What if the blood cut my skin
I still feel I betrayed you
The weight of that moment
Trust I stole from you
Pains me now
like an open wound
I cant forgive myself
And I dont know what to do

Surrender to all my Faults

Life is like a jungle
You just never know who you'll meet
I'm.a lier a murder and a cheat
I wonder what people will think

I.murdered little children
With tiny little feet
I.dont ask for your pardon
Just to.listen for their
beat
Just to.listen before you speak
I was sick in the head
Sure I couldn't speak

They would have being a blessing at anyone feet
Tiny.little babies
With no.voice because of this creep
I have no words to describe what.its like.on.the.operating table
Because no.one speaks
Just plenty of tears after
The heart beat has stopped beating in.my tummy with there tiny.little feet.


No words can.ever describe the guilt that I carry until.i expire from.this jungle
Beneath my feet
tiny.litlle feet have stopped dancing
Because of my decision
To abort before I could sleep


No human.can.judge me
Only himself,so he told me
Before I could sleep
I have sinned against humanity so forgive me please to help me ease
And get me on.my feet

I'll remember the day i made my decision I was full.of relief
But it's only in the after
That i knew i.did wrong.
So when.i.expire from.this jungle we call.life
Just remember.one thing
God is great.

I'll sit here a while
Just so
I feel that I have surrender ed all my.hurt and guilt
I'll sit here a while to.feel that I will.never be complete
So take some advise
Cherish life because it's the only one
We've got.

There are truly remarkable people in this jungle we call.life
So.hush don't cry
Your baby too is in the sky
Waiting to.be reunited
With.their loved ones who.made a huge mistake


The end

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.

if 90bc people think you are roung then you are proplom are are roung .but that dose not mean there are right .c0mming from someione that could not even wrire his nane .had thather that would drink and play with them selfs sorry but what chace thid I have .but still I am a good man ...ps life long a prosper...spelling bad sorry

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.