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Famous Short Sin Poems. Short Sin Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Sin short poems

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by Robert Herrick


 True mirth resides not in the smiling skin;
The sweetest solace is to act no sin.

by Stephen Crane

You say you are holy

 You say you are holy,
And that
Because I have not seen you sin.
Aye, but there are those Who see you sin, my friend.

by Gwendolyn Brooks

We Real Cool

 We real cool.
We Left School.
We Lurk late.
We Strike straight.
We Sing sin.
We Thin gin.
We Jazz June.
We Die soon.

by Stephen Crane

I stood upon a high place

 I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
and carousing in sin.
One looked up, grinning, And said, "Comrade! Brother!"

by Stephen Crane

With eye and with gesture

 With eye and with gesture
You say you are holy.
I say you lie; For I did see you Draw away your coats From the sin upon the hands Of a little child.

by Ben Jonson

To the Same. [Sir Cod the Perfumed]

The expense in odors, is a most vain sin,
Except thou could'st, sir Cod, wear them within.

by William Strode

On His Lady Marie

 Marie, Incarnate Virtue, Soule and Skin
Both pure, whom Death not Life convincd of Sin,
Had Daughters like seven Pleiades; but She
Was a prime Star of greatest Claritie.

by Robert Herrick


 Open thy gates
To him who weeping waits,
And might come in,
But that held back by sin.
Let mercy be So kind, to set me free, And I will straight Come in, or force the gate.

by Joaquin Miller


 IN men whom men condemn as ill 
I find so much of goodness still, 
In men whom men pronounce divine 
I find so much of sin and blot, 
I do not dare to draw a line 
Between the two, where God has not.

by Stephen Crane

Black riders came from the sea.

 Black riders came from the sea.
There was clang and clang of spear and shield, And clash and clash of hoof and heel, Wild shouts and the wave of hair In the rush upon the wind: Thus the ride of sin.

by Robert Herrick


 Bell-man of night, if I about shall go
For to deny my Master, do thou crow!
Thou stop'st Saint Peter in the midst of sin;
Stay me, by crowing, ere I do begin;
Better it is, premonish'd, for to shun
A sin, than fall to weeping when 'tis done.

by Anne Killigrew


 WAnton Bellinda loudly does complain, 
I've chang'd my Love of late into disdain: 

Calls me unconstant, cause I now adore
The chast Marcella, that lov'd her before.
Sin or Dishonour, me as well may blame, That I repent, or do avoid a shame.

by Alfonsina Storni

Lighthouse in the Night

 The sky a black sphere,
the sea a black disk.
The lighthouse opens its solar fan on the coast.
Spinning endlessly at night, whom is it searching for when the mortal heart looks for me in the chest? Look at the black rock where it is nailed down.
A crow digs endlessly but no longer bleeds.

by Ben Jonson

On Gut

 ? ON GUT.
GUT eats all day and letchers all the night,
   So all his meat he tasteth over twice ;
And striving so to double his delight,
   He makes himself a thorough-fare of vice.
Thus, in his belly, can he change a sin,
Lust it comes out, that gluttony went in.

by Edgar Lee Masters

A.D. Blood

 If you in the village think that my work was a good one,
Who closed the saloons and stopped all playing at cards,
And haled old Daisy Fraser before Justice Arnett,
In many a crusade to purge the people of sin;
Why do you let the milliner's daughter Dora,
And the worthless son of Benjamin Pantier,
Nightly make my grave their unholy pillow?

by Alfonsina Storni

Sweet Torture

 My melancholy was gold dust in your hands;
On your long hands I scattered my life;
My sweetnesses remained clutched in your hands;
Now I am a vial of perfume, emptied

How much sweet torture quietly suffered,
When, my soul wrested with shadowy sadness,
She who knows the tricks, I passed the days
kissing the two hands that stifled my life.

by G K Chesterton


 There is one sin: to call a green leaf gray,
Whereat the sun in heaven shuddereth.
There is one blasphemy: for death to pray, For God alone knoweth the praise of death.
There is one creed: ’’neath no world-terror’s wing Apples forget to grow on apple-trees.
There is one thing is needful everything The rest is vanity of vanities.

by Henry Van Dyke

Christ of Everywhere

 "Christ of the Andes," Christ of Everywhere, 
Great lover of the hills, the open air, 
And patient lover of impatient men 
Who blindly strive and sin and strive again, -- 
Thou Living Word, larger than any creed, 
Thou Love Divine, uttered in human deed, -- 
Oh, teach the world, warring and wandering still, 
Thy way of Peace, the foot path of Good Will!

by Robert Herrick


 I have been wanton, and too bold, I fear,
To chafe o'er-much the virgin's cheek or ear;--
Beg for my pardon, Julia! he doth win
Grace with the gods who's sorry for his sin.
That done, my Julia, dearest Julia, come, And go with me to chuse my burial room: My fates are ended; when thy Herrick dies, Clasp thou his book, then close thou up his eyes.

by Federico García Lorca

Muri? Al Amanecer

 Noche de cuatro lunas
y un solo ?rbol,
con una sola sombra
y un solo p?jaro.
Busco en mi carne las huellas de tus labios.
El manantial besa al viento sin tocarlo.
Llevo el No que me diste, en la palma de la mano, como un lim?n de cera casi blanco.
Noche de cuatro lunas y un solo ?rbol, En la punta de una aguja, est? mi amor ?girando!

by Ellis Parker Butler

Good - Better - Best

 When young, in tones quite positive
I said, "The world shall see
That I can keep myself from sin;
A good man I will be.
" But when I loved Miss Kate St.
Clair 'Twas thus my musing ran: "I cannot be compared with her; I'll be a better man.
" 'Twas at the wedding of a friend (He married Kate St.
Clair) That I became superlative, For I was "best man" there.

by Rudyard Kipling


 Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised,
With idiot moons and stars retracting stars?
Creep thou between -- thy coming's all unnoised.
Heaven hath her high, as Earth her baser, wars.
Heir to these tumults, this affright, that fray (By Adam's, fathers', own, sin bound alway); Peer up, draw out thy horoscope and say Which planet mends thy threadbare fate, or mars.

by George Herbert

Sin (II)

 O that I could a sin once see! 
We paint the devil foul, yet he
Hath some good in him, all agree.
Sin is flat opposite to th' Almighty, seeing It wants the good of virtue, and of being.
But God more care of us hath had: If apparitions make us sad, By sight of sin we should grow mad.
Yet as in sleep we see foul death, and live: So devils are our sins in perspective.

by Isaac Watts

Hymn 106

 Dead to sin by the cross of Christ.
Shall we go on to sin Because thy grace abounds; Or crucify the Lord again, And open all his wounds? Forbid it, mighty God! Nor let it e'er be said, That we whose sins are crucified Should raise them from the dead.
We will be slaves no more, Since Christ has made us free; Has nailed our tyrants to his cross, And bought our liberty.

by Dorothy Parker

The Searched Soul

 When I consider, pro and con, 
What things my love is built upon -- 
A curly mouth; a sinewed wrist; 
A questioning brow; a pretty twist 
Of words as old and tried as sin; 
A pointed ear; a cloven chin; 
Long, tapered limbs; and slanted eyes 
Not cold nor kind nor darkly wise -- 
When so I ponder, here apart, 
What shallow boons suffice my heart, 
What dust-bound trivia capture me, 
I marvel at my normalcy.