Best Absolution Poems
Stopped by Seven Eleven to find absolution...
maybe some triple chocolate Häagen-Dazs'
slice of heaven., a little peace; redemption.
A lanky guy dressed in jeans and a smile,
one welcomed in a greeting...
walked the parking lot selling flowers..
wrapped in a clear shielded bouquet.,
set his sights on me.
Wonder now, whom the more desperate of us two,
either way wasn't showing all his tarot cards,
when I waved him aside.
Keepin' that deadly pace..
fallen far, it seemed,
from any kinda grace.
In that one second, my mood a little off..
face must've showed it.. too late.
He knew, as I did too..
he had to ask,
anyway..
I just wanted to be,
somewhere else, anywhere..
else.
Anyway., rested uneasy on my mind.
I made my way out past the door,
marked in inches and feet.
For a moment, I thought about it.
Guilt-ridden, eyes searchin' for him..
young woman with her flowers..,happy,
his truck backin' to gas up, full of flowers..,
still smiling..
Almost turned and went back. a chance to repay,
my fellow brother in arms..
'hey, I do want those flowers after all..
how much are they?, keep the change.'
Man, when did things get this bad...
One of these days I'll find you..
your smile will be my reason.,
to buy those sad looking flowers.,
though I don't think you care much for them.
Another day perhaps...
I'll find it; we'll find it..
the perfect poem.
One written just for you and me.
Just a guess., I think that flower vender heard it already,
and wanted only to share its miracle with me...
Take "me" away,,
from truths..) un-form me"
unseen to halogise with...
May my aptness be swirled
and re-involved prescience
emerge now as resolutions to
eternal resolve..Are become..!
copyright Joe Maverick 2012
in support of Brian Strands abstract me competition
He spent the night seeking the smoke of the lucky
for the things once known:
the warm bed, the place to shower, the cup of hot coffee
and the things unknown.
He wandered deeper into the city where the burdens get heavy.
He found himself on the empty streets that bled their own longing.
For the things once known:
the green or brown bottles, the smell of the boiling tar
from when he was the roofer in the black shoes
drank the cheap wine, wore the pee-soaked pants
scavenged food from the garbage bins
pushed the woven wire shopping carts
from supermarket parking lots
until the wheels fell off in the downtown February slush
the concrete sidewalks, the sad empty streets
the granite walls standing erect to dam the pending flood.
And things unknown:
The Oval Office furniture
the texture of the suit coat of the New York banker
having children, tasting caviar
hunting the water buffalo in Kenya
running the dairy farm
cutting the umbilical cord of the first child
owning the ranch style home in Wisconsin.
On the empty streets:
the urban wasteland from which all have fled the imminent disaster.
He found the last carton of smokes in the abandoned corner market.
He smoked them all one by one.
He gazed through the window to see the face
of the eternal woman on the billboard of desire.
Yes
she had her own longing.
"A million absolutions mean nothing-
without the a c k n o w l e d g m e n t of compassion."
I chose to use the theme of forgiveness/acceptance
ONE QUOTE Any Quote You Want To Create OLD OR NEW - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Date Written: September 10, 2016
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In My final resolution
I must...
First,
Go to meet God
Thus,
Perhaps'....
He is ready to
Receive
Me in all
Of My inequities'
That which I do present
Poet Author
Gary Fields
Something happens when we accept our own defeat
There's confusion and silence ego trip wakens from sleep
Without knowing we abandon our plan to continue
Justifiably argued grandiose our opinions
Even though there's a part clinging on to the truth
Snuffed with malice deniably wrapped in reproof
We ignore it in spite of the honesty seethed
Bringing shame to toughest of men to their knees
I would offer solutions garner values and proofs
But Noone cares about honor and conviction, they lose
Genuinely said I just wish I could help
Even if I'm rebuked I will forgive you for myself
Funny isn't it? One day we will all be dead
And therefore I can die knowing there was nothing left unsaid....
God who pardons sin
I knock , ask, and you answered.
My sins are many
Sins are a revolt
against you and I desire
to accept Your will
I humbly come for
absolution of my sins
I have committed
let your glory fill ,
show me to be merciful,
strengthen my body
a fault of holding
pain against unforgiving
souls, please forgive me
I desire to kneel
humble myself before You
not sin against Thee
8/17/2016
Contest Name: Forgiveness Senryu
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Senryu (also called human haiku) is an unrhymed Japanese verse consisting of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables (5, 7, 5) or 17 syllables in all.
using;
http://www.howmanysyllables.com/poem_syllable_counter_workshop/index
all my cares and carelessness
penned upon a paper plea
folded in floating prayer
and set adrift with a spark
sorrowful secrets martyred
on a pyre of choices made
…embers sinking with lost love
7 lines, 7 syllables per line
And every night, I lay awake
I find the conclusion
And every night, it just stays the same
I dream of absolution
In the night-light, do you see what you dream?
All your troubles; are they all what they seem?
Look around you, then you may realize
All the preachers, all with their lies
And I might know of our future
But then you still control the past
Only you know if you'll be together
Only you know if we shall last
(In the night-light)
In the night-light, do you still feel your pain?
For the valor you wait; it never came
If you were able, would you go change the past?
To mend a faux paux with one last chance
And I might know of our future
But then you still control the past
Only you know if you'll be together
Tonight
'Cause every night I will save your life
And every night I will be with you
'Cause every night I still lay awake
And I dream of an absolution
'Cause every night I will make it right
And every night I will come to you
But every night it just stays the same
In my dream of an absolution
(In the night-light)
In the night-light, do you see what you dream?
All your triumph and all you'll ever be
Look around you, then you may realize
Happiness lies trapped in misery
And who knows what of our future
We can all try to change the past
Only you know if you'll be together
Tonight
'Cause every night I will save your life
And every night I will be with you
'Cause every night I still lay awake
And I dream of an absolution
'Cause every night I will make it right
And every night I will come to you
But every night it just stays the same
In my dream of an absolution
And you'll see (And you'll see)
What you'll be (What you'll be)
And you'll see
All you can (All you can)
And every night (And every night)
And every night (And every night)
And every night (And every night)
I will dream (I will dream)
And you'll see (And you'll see)
That this is my dream (What you'll be)
And you'll see
Every night
I will always dream ('Cause every night)
And every night
And every night
I will dream (I will dream
A phantom seeps howls cracks
these limestone walls
til fragments tremble
and the old cistern bows, finally.
Born of dust and parched labor,
drought taunts edgy mouths
dancing chants nightly
and spirits awaken, finally.
A trickle of liquid
extends over lessons marked
by seeds caressed in earth
and blossoms, finally.
Blessings charm bellies
now growing in hasty renewal
from shining streams splashing
and a phantom wanes, finally.
Until arriving restless moons once again
form nimble boughs grasping
towards the sacred wheel of life,
but they forgive the cycles, finally.
Your skin softer than a ripe pear,
allow me to just take a bite;
It could turn into a wild night
I’m fascinated by your glare;
Lost, angry, and into bloodshed
I sense that you want a way out;
A vampire with a silent shout
seduced you were not prepared;
Cutting isn’t the solution
what you need is to play victim;
You’ll enjoy bending to my whim;
Bleed I’ll provide absolution.
My bones will not whiten in the sun,
they will blacken with your heart.
I take new form,
reborn.
Your heart beats in reverse,
this
list
is
endless.
You speak of sanctuary,
as if it were yours to give.
she deprives herself
of her daily bread
she turns off
the phones
these things she tries to do
every Wednesday
and ....shall we say.......
she tries to forget the
kisses.....
and she tries to
forget how she
once thought
Wednesday
could help her
steal for-ever.
by janetta
I WAS ABUSED BY MY MOTHER AND HER BOYFRIEND AT THE AGE OF THIRTEEN, THIS POEM REFLECTS THOSE HARDEST MOMENTS FOR ME. THEY RAN OFF TO ALASKA WITH FIVE OF MY SIBLINGS WHEN I TOLD MY GRANDMOTHER WHAT THEY HAD DONE.
She never had a tender ear,
she let me know she didn't care.
Always mean she pulled my hair,
no other mother could compare.
I once remember, but only once,
she held my hand with tender love.
I must have been all of nine,
the only good memory in my mind.
The man who crept into her life,
whom she protected with all her might.
A young doe was what he wanted,
like a deer I was hunted.
When he bagged what he'd sought,
out west is where he took the lot.
The coward ran from prosecution,
Alaska administered his absolution.
My mother never penalized,
the man who caused my spirit to die.
I forgave her for their horrific sins,
I wasn't going to let them win.
Today I finally realized,
I'm the one who won first prize.
I hear can sparrows perching in the dooryard
Twittering by for a place to pick worms and beetles
But on this morning I have chosen to lie in bed an hour longer...
An hour of absolution for my soul;
I will give myself back to toils of living thereafter,
Even the wicked deserve a second of respite --
There's is a hard-hat to wear and things to do,
But in this hour I want to deliberate with a tender light mind,
Saying less whispers to heaven.
... A life borne to tides of the day both is and is not.
These sorrows I have seen laden the leather of my old catapult heart
On this morning I have chosen to lie in bed an hour longer,
What's the rush into the chaos of the world?
06/03/18
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