Best Atoned Poems
The east began blushing behind the trees
While the moon hung over the lea
And the velvet of night turned to sapphire hue
Like the blue of a newborn sea.
No breeze cared to move the whispering leaves
But they whispered themselves alone
And the first rays of sun kissed the cool of the morn
Before mounting the aerial throne.
The dew-spangled grass glittered pure and unspoilt
As if hundreds of diamonds were strewn,
Or like dozens of tears had been carefully dropped
From the pearlescent eyes of the moon.
Blue shadows hung shyly beneath the boughs
Of the emerald, sylvan-king;
The ancient pine swayed and held his court
With the swallows on the wing.
With a glorious, final shout of gold
The sun was now enthroned
While the world rejoiced like a sinner saved
That the night's dark was atoned.
Categories:
atoned, naturesun,
Form:
Light Verse
On an unsinkable ship’s maiden voyage, it sinks.
A pastor who preaches against alcohol, drinks.
One’s surrounded by people, yet remains all alone.
Confessing sins to a priest, those sins are atoned?
A nation’s chief tax czar, who cheats on his taxes?
An animal lover who hunts deer, to relax.
Sing praise and kill humans, in the name of a God?
Destroying our enemies, lasting peace we applaud?
The lifeguard fears water, so remains on dry land.
American foot...ball, is played with the hands.
A high school track coach, who's morbidly obese.
The steakhouse that's owned, by a vegan!
The priest preaching sermons on love, is a pedophile.
Repeat charity builds dependence, over time.
Nations war against drugs, and market alcohol?
DNA tests confirm, Hitler’s Grandfather was Jewish!
Categories:
atoned, humor, irony, sad, drug,
Form:
Ballade
After the Second of Epona Plains
Part Seven
Gundar Nills..the Victor.
Your witch I'll burn
At the full moon
So precious to you
As my son was to me.
And Damn you all
For eternity.
So Gundar Nills
Ordered his men
To tie poor
Kathryn to a tree
In the forest
Of the Mystic
Mountains.
He sensed that
His love was in dire need
And rode all the
Day and into the night
Until his horse could go
no more.
On a hill the Young Prince
saw down in the valley
It was Kathryn
that night,
Burned at the stake....
He was too late
To save her.
He mourned.
Gundar Nills,
The Viking King,
Had his revenge,.
His son was
Atoned for at last.
But our Wiccan Princess...
An amulet she
Wore that night.
He said it had the power
To protect her
He said...
No fire or pain
Would she ever know...
As the flames grew around her..
You could hear
A sweet voice singing....
Until she just vanished....
Like smoke in
the air....
Our Prince
gathered his strength
And rode threw the night
To face Gundar Nills,
The Viking King,
A challenge
Was made
And honored.
At the Bay of Epona
They met for one last time..
They both fought
With shields and daggers
Circling each other
Until at last
They rushed head on
Like thunder.
Gundar Nills drove his blade
To the hilt....
He thought he had won the day
But to his dismay...
He felt the point
Of the young Prince's
Knife pierce his Blackened
Heart.....as he fell.
Gundar Nills, the viking King
Was dead.
.
But alas our Prince
was mortally wounded......
Oh Kathryn...he sighed with his
last dying breath,
My love will always yours.
From the day we shared
In the meadow......
Till this...
And our Prince closed his
Eyes forever.
Many did witness what happened next.
The heavens they did open
And Kathryn appeared
In a bright flash of light,
and took her lover
home.
From that day to this
You can see on the
Mountain,
Over looking the bay,
Carved deep
into rock....
Our Prince standing
Guard...
With Kathryn at
his side.
Categories:
atoned, lost loveson, day, love,
Form:
I wriggle toes, down deep into the sand,
Thus taking five short minutes in repose
To breathe the tropic beauty of this land,
Until the horrid stench assaults my nose.
I've never seen such waters, crystal blue,
That match these South Pacific island reefs,
Yet now they're dyed a solid crimson hue,
The blood of boys, atoned for bent beliefs.
How can I be surrounded by such charms -
By beauty that can take most any breath,
And yet, I work retrieving legs and arms ...
From waters, red, the vestiges of death?
Now all that's left is searching thru the foam,
For bits of these dear lads ... to send back home.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "May 2019 Premier 4, Any Form - Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
atoned, beach, beauty, hero, sad,
Form:
Sonnet
Standing in a foreign nation, fragrance from a fresh cremation
Lost and long forgotten by the beasts that roamed my home
Nights are dark and gloomy but the tundra’s so damn roomy
Here is where I want to be so leave me standing here alone
Here I stand a man with quill in hand is all I own
That, my crown and throne
Walking on the sandy beaches, there I saw the strangest creatures
Living in a unison together on their own
Then behind the bushy myrtle, hid the cowardly old turtle
“Don’t be hiding there old turtle, don’t be hiding all alone!”
But the turtle stayed behind the bush beneath a stone
This, he calls his throne
Night defeats the sunlights laughter once the mockingbirds cry after
Day has set so I can be the king of lands I roam
Darkness gives me all the cover, more than I could need a lover
Here is where I want to be so leave me here alone
Darkness is my friend so I can call this land my home
Here, I sit on my throne
Moonlight let the turtle scurry athwart on the beach to hurry
Into deep blue seas where he is free to swim atoned
Creatures from the deep blue ocean bow down to their king’s devotion
When the sun arose he then recoiled back in his dome
“Pity you old turtle” I said, “hiding there alone.”
That, you call a throne?
Days long gone that I remember, Spring-time joy in mid-November
Hiding in and oak tree from the creatures of my home
Now my kingdom bows before me no one stares or dares ignore me
Here I stand a king, adore me, lord of all I own
Pity all I own is barren, barren to the bone
At least, I have my throne
Then one starry twilight dreaming, where I stood there pride redeeming
Came along the turtle beaming till he saw my throne
In a flash, his neck retreated in his shell and self conceited
“Don’t be shy and self defeated!” Said I, in stern tone.
“Stick your neck out, coward, or you’ll end up all alone!”
Returning to his throne
Returning to my throne
When I woke in shock and horrid, scaly felt my morphed new forehead
Overwhelming dread and torrid shook my body to the bone
There I was a transformed turtle hiding there beneath the myrtle
All along I was the turtle standing there alone
Horrified of all the creatures rounding my new home
My shell that I had grown
A self-made, feeble throne
Categories:
atoned, allegoryme, old, self, blue,
Form:
Ballad
The Sedulous Knight
Prostrate souls taxes, lain of blood-stained field,
still, toils an ingrained meaning they had sworn,
past distinct dead plus dying, still, naught yield,
amidst dense hearts like their steel armor worn.
Behind atoned stones built by measured hands,
preserves naught abandoned lead their resolve,
strengthen the talents, challenge tyrant stands,
conquered presumption masque as they evolve.
Since childhood days, artlessness goes caprice,
it sparked this wayward inaneness they craved,
grip naught like festering mid-shadowed peace,
tarnished stoked o'er wars honor of the braved.
Life's freedom o'er all harmless that they owed,
they'll present, their lives...their sedulous code.
2022 October 07
*1st Place*
Best N-A poem of 2020
~~John Hamilton: 2021 January 16
Categories:
atoned, destiny, emotions, endurance, inspiration,
Form:
Sonnet
Proverbs is full of great wisdom
having complete trust in its word
leads you in the way of righteousness
any other route is totally absurd
Don't trust in your own sight
be sure to display godly reverence
turn yourself away from all evil
fear the Lord your God in His night
You can't do these two things
for fearing God is hating evil
all types of perverted talk you hate
arrogant pride brings your justice date
Your iniquity needs to be atoned for
faithfulness and divine love does this
fear the Lord and turn from evil
brings you to receive your eternal kiss
Having God's fear deep in your heart
enables you to be holy and obey
all that the Lord commands upon yourself
in Christ, you're able to do as He says
(Be not wise in your own eyes;
fear the Lord, and turn away from evil.
Proverbs 3: 7(ESV)
The fear of the Lord is hatred of evil.
Pride and arrogance and the way of evil
and perverted speech I hate.
Proverbs 8: 13(ESV)
By steadfast love and faithfulness, iniquity is atoned for,
and by the fear of the Lord, one turns away from evil.)
Proverbs 16: 6 (ESV)
(Quote:
" I believe it is impossible to consistently walk in obedience and holiness unless you have the fear of God in your heart." - David Wilkerson (1931-2011) U.S. Evangelist )
Categories:
atoned, evil, fear, god,
Form:
Rhyme
In the middle—the center,
a bullseye did hide
Its heart bleeding red,
to target the lies
It cried out for justice,
it cried out in pain
Until an arrow struck deeply,
truth firmly ingrained
Its point forced its power,
its shaft driving home
A message of hope,
into falsehood atoned
And deep in your memory,
a last orphan screams
Renamed in the vengeance,
—rebirthed in this dream
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Categories:
atoned, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
If I was asked to write something to reflect upon myself,
I’d remember all the hardships and struggles with my health-
When I was younger I suffered from child abuse and pain,
and now only memories of innocence lost does remain.
I grew up in shame with only my innocuous soul to blame,
for I was only a little girl who never expressed her name-
I wasn’t the same as the other children, but a lost doe,
covered in brokenness and shadowed by deep woe.
I grew older and held onto addiction that made me weak,
I flatlined on the table with words unable to speak-
Death was only for a few seconds, nonetheless I died,
when I awoke I noticed all my family had cried.
Something had to change, my life had to rearrange,
I was slowly becoming my father, mad and deranged-
I knew not of hope, no strength called upon me,
but the death of my soul opened my eyes to see.
Withdrawal became my days as I struggled for life,
for I was a mother of a daughter, a suffering wife-
I needed something to free my need for one more pill,
something to ease the guilt, my heart craved to be still.
Deep inside I knew I could overcome this addiction,
I saw my older sister conquer through conviction-
No one could save me except me and me alone,
so I sought out good counsel and to others I atoned.
Almost nine years later I see the light from my past,
with faith and hope that these healthy days shall last-
I’m a woman whose youth became a problem as an adult,
who had put herself first, as the blame came to a halt.
I need not substances to live-
I only have strength to give.
I help others to also be free...
...those who suffered like me.
The Poet's Own
August 21, 2017
Categories:
atoned, abuse, addiction, hope,
Form:
Couplet
"Jesus walked this lonesome valley
He had to walk it by Himself"
Even though surrounded by disciples
He walked it by Himself
Jesus stood up to fiery trials
He stood up by Himself
Even though He had disciples
Jesus stood by Himself
Jesus faced the establishment
He faced them all alone
He was the only defender
He stood by Himself_God atoned
He was surrounded by followers
When He healed the sick and blind
When the tide turned against Him
He stood all alone
Categories:
atoned, faith,
Form:
Other
Best be on my way
I need to take care of me
I must prune my garden vines
and let the flowers breathe
NOTHING PERSONAL
I will walk away from you
not because I don't love you
but because I want to drink
from the fountain of peace
NOTHING PERSONAL
The sun is warmer then hatred
and my emerald soul feels
greener then your jealousy
I have nothing to rage about
here in my atoned world of me
NOTHING PERSONAL
I am just a tired soul tired of fighting
so I'm going to take a bottle of water
from the fountian of forgiveness
and , then , I best be on my way.
Categories:
atoned, analogy, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
On hands and knees brown leaves were brushed away
My fingers traced his name engraved in stone
The birds remind me how the years have flown
As tears of shame and guilt fell where he lay
My mind looked in my heart for words to say
"You are the wisest man I've ever known
Before your death our conflicts were atoned
But void inside my heart has not decayed
I taught my children values which we shared
And looked after my mother like you asked
The pain I caused you still makes me feel sad
I just want you to know that I still care
My love for you still lives though you have passed
If you can hear me now, I miss you dad."
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Categories:
atoned, absence, appreciation, father son,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
All have their battles dealing with life
All have their own personal strife
We have opinions of others, sometimes we won't budge
Each has his own faults, we've no right to judge
We preach about Jesus and all that He says
But don't follow His example, set in our ways
When we sit in judgment nobody wins
He suffered in silence and died for our sins
Mary Magdalene was sentence by man to be stoned
They said that by law her sins must be atoned
Jesus spoke to the crowd and when His speaking was done
Who was left to throw stones? My God there were none
Sometime's life's a blessing, sometimes it's a curse
By judging others we make our lives worse
Categories:
atoned, life, people, social,
Form:
Sonnet
I feel a shiver run down through me
From my head goose bumps to my toes
The Holy Ghost burns my body sweet
As throughout the Lord’s words echo love
And recognition unto remembrance
Of repentance and all those sins that have past
Gathered would have been heaped upon me
A pile of coal blackened black
But, it was my Savior
Who gave all the love that He hath
Forgave one as weak as I
As He atoned for my lack
And loved me more, than…
Unconditional, than could a mere man
Categories:
atoned, god, inspirational,
Form:
Ballad
The other day I saw the most pathetic thing I think I shall ever see!
It was so macabre and shocking that it piqued my curiosity!
Seems this old miser died having atoned for his many transgressions,
But was adamant about taking with him all his earthly possessions!
He had derided that well-known saw, "you can't take it with you",
And asserted, "Them's my things that took a lifetime to accrue!"
Even on his deathbed as he breathed his last and ceased to function,
He fretted about his stuff as the priest administered extreme unction!
In the funeral procession behind the hearse was a huge U-Haul truck,
Containing his suits and shoes, booze and gold plus all his other ruck!
Oft' I've pondered about that old tightwad and his ultimate fate,
And how St Peter handled the matter when he greeted him at the Gate!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Categories:
atoned, death, humorous,
Form:
Couplet