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Evil Sorry Poems | Evil Poems About Sorry

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Political Correctness Brings Spiritual Weakness

Political Correctness Brings Weakness!

In our country’s pursuit of “political correctness…”
We’re not in a position of strength…  But weakness!
It’s like you can’t hardly say anything anymore…
And you find yourself outside the courtroom’s door!
We may think we’re strong…   But we’re weakened!
You may ask; “how could all of this happen???”

We’ve attempted to replace God with a “new morality.”
This has brought a new generation of “moral depravity.”
We bend our laws to what is called; “constitutional.”
And forget about what is truth!  And what is biblical!
Even the ten commandments are often ridiculed and scorned.
As a great rise of ungodly living has been formed!
A tide of sexual perversion is what has taken place!
Bringing into my homes, much heartache and disgrace!

God’s truth is often “thrown out,” and avoided!
While a “new kind of living” has often been decided!
We need YOU Jesus!  Now!  More than ever before!
Our sins, on the old rugged cross, is what he bore!
Jesus is the answer to our problems!  He is the solution!
His blood can take away all of the sinful pollution!
Please dear lord, touch and convict us with your power!
Please heal this nation!  We need YOU this hour!

By Jim Pemberton   09/30/13




Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

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A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

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America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Munaajaat | |

NO ANSWERS

WRITTEN 25TH FEB 2001



I love you all with my whole entire heart
 every second, I'm left to wonder why we're apart

I try to work out what I must've done wrong
 how many mothers sing this sad song

But there are no answers to my questions

Every year we have spent together
 is now embedded, in my heart forever

I think hard and long
 does this pain really belong

Still...there are no answers to my questions

Strength I once had to carry on 
 is nearly dead and gone

I say a prayer every night
 to give me strength, to stay and fight

I still ask, "why us"
 were we on the wrong bus

I weep a tear with every second
 how do I live, like everyone reckon's 

Still...I get no answers to my questions

I stay here fighting, for just one more touch
 am I really asking way to much

I love my babies with every beat of my heart
 please I beg you, stop keeping us apart

Still...no answers to my questions

I'm only left to Guess, that God's reason's 
 are truly his very own





I would like to let you know that this poem has actually be transformed into music which was mastered by Hollywood hits music production for the ongoing journey to be played in a movie or tv production. Far out I am gobsmacked.

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

The Eyes

The Eyes

The eyes so shattered and so blue,
You sit there and you knew
The pain of losing someone close to you,
And you beg for their return,
But a wish so great, can never be granted.

The eyes shattered and blue,
Watch you,
Take the bottle and drowned yourself,
They watch you destroy yourself,
And they know what they do,
Yet they show no remorse, no pain in heart.

You fall asleep
On a dirty mattress,
Held up by broken dreams
And nightmares,
No pillow, no blanket
Just air you float on.
And your blind eyes close in the night,
The dreams come back to haunt you
And the eyes, they watch you,
So shattered and so blue.

Till three o’clock hits again
Wake in cold sweat,
Spiders on webs weaving a nest
In your head,
A cry out for the Madhouse,
Where the eyes so shattered and so blue
Stare at you, through a window with no reflection.

-10/3/2013

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC | |

God knows i am sorry

The storm is coming, the wise say.....
I blink in moments of reminiscing the pleasure, but it came with pain.
Choices are never easy if making love wasn’t for the right reasons. 
I mean I didn’t love her I just lusted for her; big curvaceous thighs, apple type ass and her luscious breasts, simply cause she portrayed the image of the video vixens.
 I swear, my mother taught me be cautious but 
Put the vodka in the juice and mix it all up, and you 
Get one hell of a night, to remember. 
In which make the next day a blessing to wake up hung-over.
I mean I’m young and stupidity is the only definition to explain why we do, what we do as youth.
I could have stayed in doors and studied for my math test on Monday. 
But we live with Friday, being the day to chill the ice cube of stress, so I jumped in the car with the fellas, and headed to Tammy’s party.
I was drunk before I got there and I was out of my conscious mind while I was there....
So she was interested in me and I was interested in making another moment to remember.
So I write this letter to you, with deep remorse as I say..
I never loved your mother; and I wasn’t ready to be your father, if time then was now,
I swear I would have never agreed to kill you, 
I wish my actions don’t tell a tale of who I am. 
Cause I always dreamt to have a child... being there every moment, 
When its born, being the arms it cries in, arms which comfort it,  be the hand which hold the spoon to feed it, be there when it takes its first steps, clothed it, bath it, experience things like
Taking it to school, making lunch, have conversations, laughs, moments of enlightenments, moments of frustrations, moments of father to child talks, seeing all sporting games, or being at every award show, taking pictures, ice cream moments, walks in the park.
Do all the things with my child that my father never did.
But I’m fatherless plus I was young and stupid.... although that’s no excuse
I’m sorry again for agreeing to your murder. 
I’m imprisoned in guilt for life.

Lebron Spirits

Copyright © Lebron Spirits | Year Posted 2015

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Death Row Final thoughts, Get Low

Mom and Dad, today I die!
Can you forgive your murderous Son,
for the evil I have done?

Yes! Today I die.
But, if the truth be known,
my life ended years ago,
with my rage out of control. 

I was high on drugs that fatal night,
when we had that horrendous family fight. 
How could I, your loving Son,
have shot you both with grandpa's gun!

They're coming for me! 
I hear their footsteps down the hall.
My final thought, my hope, my all,
will your arms be open wide,
when we meet on the other side?
Or will you both turn your faces away,
and in hell's prison, let me stay?

They are here!
Forgive me, God, Your mercies are great, (* & **)
Carry me home, the hour is late.
"Thou I walk through the valley of the shadow
of death..."  Psalm 23:4

* Isa 1:18 "Thou your sins are like scarlet...."
** 1 John 1:9  "If we confess our sins, He is ......"
____________________________________________
For contest: Get Low
(Fiction)
Sponsor: Casarah Nance 




Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I'm sorry Grace my love

         I’m sorry Grace my love
December 14, 2015 
   All these years I never said I was sorry  all these f up years I  allowed you to suffer and suffocate in there instead of my flaws  it’s been 18 years  since you went to prison for my actions 18 long  years that you rot in hell for me because of me do you know what I did in these Goddamn  streets  do you I killed a lot with my bare bloody hands  since I was 12 I betrayed a lot of people that I murdered. My family hates me you hate me and I hate myself and  I feel disgrace about my actions and my morals that I didn’t accept the responsibility for it not even once or more I haven’t visited you  in prison not even once I told  you that I’m sorry or wrote you a letter you have  every  right to not forgive me , I ruined your damn life my soul is ripped like a devil in the ground  not giving a  damn about none  of these ungrateful worthless human sons of bitches  and myself. I am a God I always was my own God out here killing everybody even when I was In the army in Vietnam  I killed and  decapitated lots of bodies and ate them  and  I loved it sometimes I feel that  you got to kill to live and I did lived . You deserve better Grace. I’m such an arrogant prick   a loser a killer God that doesn’t accept his morals but allowed someone to take the blame and I just ran away from my problems. Being a killer is what I do and I can’t change the past or the   present   .   When I see you again next week for the first time in years I just want to come up to you and hug you and kiss you and cry to say that I’m sorry Grace that you took the bid for me but I promise to you that I’m done killing , I’m done smelling the awful bloody corpse’s all I want is to be better and live again I don’t want to feel like some fucking  cage tame  lion animal that can’t stop killing  but I will always be  a God and  lastly will always be your O thy Romeo smooth handsome lover I love you Grace and I see you soon
Sincerely your man Terrence Benjamin 

Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

Cupid's Grudge

I feel sorry for you
cupid had a grudge 
and gave your love to me
he must have had a bad day 
too many broken hearts 
on the Richter scale
he woke up tired (hung over)
and sailed to Dallas
Oak cliff, to a little house
-top floor
snuck in quietly 
disturbing the door
He heard your prayers
in empty rooms
he had a grudge
and made a chore of your love
soon he convinced and prodded you 
- to
my place of negative space
empty and void, but charming
my face, kind
It’s a defensive smile 
a mask to believe
for denial to deceive
not of malice or evil intent
but for love
someone bent
against my chest
under my arm
close consent to all I’m not 
He had a grudge to do you harm 
in empty rooms
but still with peace
some joy 
-and now your love is turned out 
unprotected
obese
I feel sorry for you 
I wouldn’t even love myself 
if I didn’t have to brush my teeth 
and my son, my son.
He needs strength
so I fake what I can
steal the rest 
yes - 
He had a grudge
the evil fairy
but no one can stop the arrows thrust 
when we love 
we simply 
must

 

Copyright © Ezra Vancil | Year Posted 2005

Details | Ballad | |

I Long For Yesterday

Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
I can't find light to brighten up my days,
I guess I'll just fall astray.
Suddenly I'm not all the man I used to be,
There's an evil shadow inside of me.
I can't seem to set all the problems free,
I guess my only option is turn back and flee.
Although I sit here and have this guilt,
I'm burning down the good I ever built.
The good times were an easy game to play,
I'm searching for a place to hide away.
I don't know why I have to run. 
I still can not say,
I've done everything wrong,
Now I long for yesterday.
Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here stay.
Suddenly I'm not all the man I used to be,
There's an evil shadow inside of me.
The good times were an easy game to play,
I'm searching for a place to hide away.
I don't know why I have to run.  
I still can not say,
I've done everything wrong,
Now I long for yesterday.

Copyright © Tyler Knapp | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? | |

Hand me forgiveness for all your evil

Hand me forgiveness for all your evil
Hands can hold this head above the water
These hands held me through tough times
When I could not breathe, could not see they guided
These hands now hold me under the water
Drowning what used to be good in me
My hand scramble for release
Let go, let go and be free
I did and those hand returned in the night to strangle life from me
Gasping for air, let go, let go
When the light shined from heaven on me and I felt almost free
A faint noise retuned me to my body
Those hands know nothing of me
For my hands now have ascended to a new dimension for that beneath God’s 
sun
For that which shall remove those hands from him, for that is my destiny
To remove idle hands from you
Idle hands from earth
These hand can hold my child, those hands can squeeze me tight
These hands can paint peace, those hands have created war
Those hand will continue until God opens your heart, I will open you heart
These hands will delete your life for the betterment of …..
Hands before me again, and I see those hand before be bound by…..
My hands hold signs of freedom and I am smiling at hands
 No more ripping, pulling, bruising the life within from ……
They stole life and these hands holds life, holds life
My hands are no longer bound by past event of evil 
I forgave myself; these hands hold me at night

Copyright © Toya Williams | Year Posted 2006