Best Atoning Poems

THE LAW

Yet sacrifice would cover for Love's sake
before that time, the Law was sent to guide
sin offerings appeased man's guilty state
but could not change his rebel heart inside.
The WORD was written down on Torah scrolls
with warnings and commandments to obey
God's prophesies with promises foretold
of blessings...

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So, what is the best theme for
a poem?  No guarded secret, all themes --  
Freely to Roam! And what, the prescribed 
destination or direction? Wherever the poet, 
himself, deems worthy of fond or pertinent 
affection –


Poetic Theme (extended metaphor)

So, what is the best...

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satan

                                      vicious, ruthless

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We go about our lives as if with no clue
that all around us things on earth are dying
as other “great’ activities we pursue.

Good habits should mean more than simply trying.
For many crimes, mankind should be atoning.
Humankind, BE kind, or you will be crying!

Prick up your...

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If I had over 10,000 dreams
You'd be the only thing my mind could see
Judgment couldn't be real
Succumbing to the fear of this cold life
Find a way to break through
The self-destruction of wordly delusions
Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion 
 
Break...

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It was July when I watched an elderly man
Lounging  on the same bench to gather his thoughts,
As fingers  picked  worn-out notes…bowing low
Seemingly atoning for his charmed one’s teardrops, done:
In the fringe of nightfall, I began my warm approach
While this stranger rolled on,...

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The sky, heavy-laden with curdled black clouds,
Burst wide open, and all night long it rained.
It pitter-pattered on the panes,
And rattling on the slanting roofs.
It churned the dry soil to a pulp,
Overflowed the dusty gutters.
It drove the people from the streets,
And moaned amongst the houses.
 
'Twas...

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TWINFLAMES 

Obsidian oscillated into lava
     slid across syntactic streams
        tumbled thick greenwood thickets 
           impenetrability an intricate illusion wicked
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When we say, ‘I am’, our hand goes to the heart,
signalling it represents seat of our soul,
which drenched in God’s love deems no one as apart.
To open the heart is our very first goal,
without which in truth soul’s life quest cannot start
but the problem is,...

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My grandparents' grandparents,
all sixteen,
digging roots through cultural meristems,
young adults,
adolescents during Time's 1880's,
post Civil War birth of Sir James Crow monoculture.

What would we name this self-hatred,
this lack of compassion and gratitude for help
for human nature's lavish wealth of sun-screening diversity?

Time's internal war,
opening history's gate
to tell new...

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NEARING HOME

On this final day of two thousand eleven
What thoughts are on your mind
Are there any thoughts of heaven
And the joy you will find

Another year has come and gone
What difference did it make
It means that you are nearing home
What pathway did you take

Did you take...

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The long, motionless hours of night;
a nod, a blink or deep breath away from
a new day's noise and bustle.
Modern life, soon enough, will secure
its grip on each of us.
Many prefer the reticent solitude offered
in darkness. Never more than visitors there,
we still yearn for the placid...

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The hairbrush you held
With your delicate hand
Still holds your hair
As if you were still here

Your scent lingers on 
Long after the love is gone
If this hair is dead
You’re alive in my head

My hair is unkempt
My beard is uncut
The lights have not been lit since
In darkness,...

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So you think that you’re better?
My diction ain’t got no fetter
I can pull books from just one letter.

It’s a skill I’ve been honing
While you’ve been atoning
For rhymes inexcusable
Yeah I’m not defusable.

You think you’re so clever 
But I’ll use you like a lever
All your weak lines...

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I see Him dying
for me, atoning for my sins;
I'm deeply thankful...

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