Sin Poems | Examples of Sin Poetry

You wear a crown forged in centuries of silence, Not of gold, but of tears—each gem a wound, Each jewel a stolen breath from lands unnamed. The sun never set on your empire, Charles, But neither did its shadow. At seventy-three, you ascend a throne Built on the backs of broken nations. Malawi mourns not your reign, but its own hunger. India remembers...

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I heard a story today, it felt just like mine, In this scary, monster city, it made my heart pine. Someone hurt themselves, tore their own skin, you see. Yes, a story just like mine, it came right back to me. You are brave, so much braver than I. You told your hurt out loud, under the open sky. My pain,...

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So many beauties to choose from, None could be referred to as scum. They becloud my sense of duties ~ To choose from, so many beauties Many of them wear their smiles proud, My sense of duties they becloud. Their hearts beg for true love and care. Their smiles proud, many of them wear. The love I will give, none can peg, For true...

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A thin line splits good from evil between grace and the disgrace between being the apple of God's eye or ab ally of the devil. It’s not etched in stones or scrolls but marked in choices we make blurred by thoughts we justify and truths we’re too afraid to face. We dress our sins in silence and wear our virtues out loud forgetting that heaven...

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My Life is Sin My life wasn’t a sin, just independent My life is a sin, because I respect Traditions, religions, and pasts European youth and early middle age (mine) Eastern European, Hungarian The moral was different And the morale was different than the present Then I met with Western liberalism Now my tradition is the sin (In the West) Those are the...

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> There is a new world rising, Not in thunder, not in fire— But in a silence so deep, It echoes across the galaxies. 181 nations, long forgotten by history’s biased pen, Have gathered—not in conflict, but in covenant. From the ruins of colonial greed, A golden phoenix stirs. The old gods of currency—Dollar, Euro, Pound— Fall like crumbling idols. In their place, a New...

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A promise from God, his sign in the sky, Never again will all unjust men die. A rainbow appears as His sign to man, Water will not cover all of the earth’s land. He’ll not with water, wash all life from earth, Because of our sins or our lack of worth. He offers His gift of eternal life, And gives us the...

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Palestine Sins ... Israel is indeed reincarnated good Goodocide actions ...

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When you're so low you have to reach up just to touch bottom. Then when you've reached the bottom you still have to climb higher to reach the top. This is what having depression feels like. You see no end, unless you end. There is no strength left within you to climb any higher, so you stay at the...

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At midnight, deep beneath D.C.'s pride, A tunnel breathed secrets the daylight hides. Pennsylvania Avenue—so clean, so grand— But under its bones lies a cursed land. Dark suits walk halls soaked in red, A velvet silence where the truth lies dead. The walls pulse with symbols from ages old, Carved by hands both cruel and cold. Fridges hum like funeral songs, Storing innocence stolen...

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In my adolescent years sin ruled my soul. I was a young boy under Satan’s control. I was relieved, when I believed. He forgave my sins and made me whole. ...

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as a child i often found myself participating in sadistic activities. i felt my sins rotting into my body- into my soul as-well my veins. it kept my blood pumping throughout my body that i did neglect. i protested against consuming meals as if they’d make me feel holy again, sick i was. the blood that clawed out...

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This is what some will say You’ve crossed the line. Time out You’re rejected from the game You’re not coming back. So go hit the showers Once cherished, baptized, and sublime Asinine. Never enough iodine. Guilty Now crowned in your sins Stoned concubine. The shamed bovine I built a castle by the...

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Her breath was warm with coffee and sin, Laced dark on my tongue, sharp and thin; A bitter taste clung to the curve of her smile, As dawn broke, trembling, and silent awhile. Her hands, soft thieves, curled 'round my waist, Stealing the quiet I longer to taste; The sheets smelled of dusk, of cinnamon's ghost, Of promises lost, of love turned...

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Thank You Lord For Freeing Me From Satan...

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