Best Admitting Poems
Be we stupid or stunningly clever,
be we saintly or bad or whatever,
when admitting we’re wrong,
we will sing the same song.
Its refrain: “I was wrong, yes... however..."
Sometimes I am bothered by the haunted heart in him
He hides the person from deep within,
The kind who fears regret now tries hard -
Defying mistakes as cautioned as he maybe
Disguising loneliness in fraud of falling in love,
He earned his master’s
I've seen him smile without a joy
Those bright eyes, now becomes smoky gray
Like it left his enchanting soul clouded
His pleading gestures filled with cold caresses
A touch of ghost he possesses.
The detailed love for adventure passes
Like a tree that is left in adapting seasonal changes.
For every actions he had not taken
The words I supposed had spoken
And the longings now teary forgotten
I wish I could be of more certain
For I am guilty and responsible maiden
Admitting fault on my toes, As I am his ruined.
--km
Admitting Than Quitting
Was truly my style to start sitting,
While all my bad habits admitting;
Started to count them one by one;
Then when I was finished and done
Them concurrently started quitting.
What else is there left I should say
Should make mine Poem of the Day
And if the day has become bleak
Can also make it Poem of the Week
Have my permission yes you may.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
About Trump We Must Be Admitting
About Trump what we must be admitting;
If his childish behavior he is not quitting;
Big bother be;
No tranquility;
Will need much more aid and babysitting.
Jim Horn
MSNBC and ABC seem to match my way
of thinking. They represent a combined
75% of our total population. So guess I
must fit there somewhere.
I
can take
rejections;
revise each line...
and understand what really went wrong.
It would be selfish to expect to win;
yes, they deserve
the glory...
no, not
I.
S Such is our flesh, natural "man"
I In the language of Testaments, we plan
N Not only to enjoy our sins, but confess
sans decorum and plan
NOTE: Norman Grubb on TESTIMONY advises one ought to confess ones hates and lusts, but in general terms, notvso detailed that hearers and confessor, take delight in sin vicariously again. In the original New Testament, the Greek word METANOIA indicates an U - Turn from SIN, as in a 180 degree change of direction. The change is in a heart where God's spirit uses conscience & Scripture (WORD) in silent metamorphosis ( into the New Man Or Woman). Hallelujah
I’m tired of ironing out the creases
from the same screwed up old shirt
That you so carelessly sling in the corner
Efforts wasted,
the metal blisters me with hurt
I’m tired of hoping the sun still rises
When your storms bring more bad weather
I’m tired of trying to keep the pages of this book binded
When you can’t even string a sentence together
I’m tired of being passive
A feather caught up in a breeze
I’m ready to anchor roots now
And grow taller like the trees
I’m tired of banging my head
Against the crumbling, worn, stone brick
I’m too tired to keep on sleeping
I’ve woken up to the last of your tricks
It's you who disturb my mind,
The mind might be active in your dreams.
It's you who bring peace to my heart,
Because you grab all my attention into your eyes.
If you lie, then let me completely be in your lie,
But only one lie that I am not yours!—
How faithful your shadow might feel!
That it is attached to your whole day.
"How many times I should bring nature,
That also can't be compared with you!"
I completely have to think about you before I write,
And feel that word until I am not satisfied.