Best Confessed Poems
I‘ll confess to a cold blooded murder
I’ve gone down that deep dark path
But I simply had no other alternative
With an intruder lurking in my bath
I had shouted out to my husband
But that action was no darn use
He’d popped out to the local shop
To get us much needed cow juice
The trespasser was so evil looking
With eight legs and eight beady eyes
I tried to scoop it with a damp flannel
These house breakers I really despise
The intruder planned his escape
With eight legs oh boy he could run
He hovered over the plug hole
This interloper had had his fun
So I flushed him right down the plughole
I’ve never committed murder before
I’d hurriedly disposed of his body
When I heard hubby’s key in the door
I immediately confessed to a murder
and my hubby dashed to the crime scene
But there hiding under the plug hole
was a spider that looked really clean!
So my dastardly deed had a happy ending
and a day in the court I won’t be attending!
Favourite poem from June 2018 contest
Sponsored by broken wings aka dear heart
6/7/18
February 2 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 5-7
Key Verse – Leviticus 5:19 It is a trespass offering: he hath certainly trespassed against the LORD.
FAITH IN GOD WHO FORGIVES
OUR CONFESSED TRESPASSES
God forgives our confessed trespasses against His holiness
Truly, He cleanses us of our sin-filthiness
With His sanctifying blood of righteousness…
Let’s thank Him with faith for His peace-filled graciousness.
God forgives our confessed trespasses in our sincerity
Truly, He grants us His pardon midst our salvation-security
With His loving heart, checking our humility…
Let’s praise Him with faith as we esteem His sovereignty.
God forgives our confessed trespasses with His assurance
Truly, He corrects us of our foolishness and ignorance
With His perfect wisdom against deceit for our deliverance…
Let’s learn from Him with faith as advance for discipleship-furtherance.
God forgives our confessed trespasses upon His command
Truly, He transforms us to conform to His divine demand
With His purifying mercy girding our stand…
Let’s submit to Him with faith cleaving to His guiding hand.
God forgives our confessed trespasses we never hide
Truly, He humbles us against our pride and selfishness-ride
With His compassionate care to direct each step of our stride…
Let’s follow Him with Him faith, while in His will we abide.
God forgives our confessed trespasses by His grace
Truly, He requires our earnestness devoid of hypocrisy’s trace
With His peaceful comfort we need always…
Let’s cast to Him our burdens with faith to triumph in life’s race.
God forgives our confessed trespasses as He helps us walk in His light
Truly, He illuminates us against unbelief’s blight
With His Word we should meditate with delight…
Let’s depend on Him faith, trusting Him to answer our prayer-plight.
February 21, 2025
I Asked, I Believed, I Confessed
Miracle Man
November 11, 2023
Once, my days were lived as a feather,
wind blown, and without fixed direction.
Unknown to me, life’s storms I’d weather,
until God changed my life’s deflection.
Looking back, I see, only faint shadows,
of days when I had no message to share.
But from sin’s depth I abruptly arose,
God had answered my sinners prayer.
I just found myself clicking and
reading one of my favorite poet's Jennifer Proxenos poem's called
An Early Addiction
In which she spells out her joy
and love for poetry and how she
got started
Which inspired me to try make
sense and write or tell my story
After all is not the point of great
poetry to inspire other's
And i realized i have been posting
on soup for over 10 year's now
Given my lack of patience and
limited attention span 10 year's
may as well be a lifetime to me
The only thing i can recount or
recall when it comes to poetry
is that my Dad wrote a poem for
my niece Kayleigh
Otherwise i have no starting point
from which to begin
As when it comes to school i
was never interested in english
and barely passed with a D
To this day my spelling is atrocious
and my gramma little better
Sad as it may be to admit but i can
count the number of books i have
read on the fingers on one hand
and that's discounting index finger
and thumb
My sister was an accomplished
english student and even joked
it took me a week to read a comic
I only started or even wrote my first poem closer to fourty than thirty
year's of age
How on earth and why i'll never know
but i am eternally grateful i did
My only regret is i did not start before
my father died and i could not share
my poem's and poetry with him
And although i am not a poet
persay more like a driver
who needs assistance and
to use a sat-nav to get places
may need to cheat and use
spell check
That my wrote and verse which
posted ascertained as ugly duckling
attempted writting to me is shrouded
in my inner thought expresses
Are to this day still some of my
most proud achievement once
reading back
So much so i struggle to find
the me in self and fully
grasp my worth
Yet here i write and stand cap in
hand begging fir an auidance
proud of most of what i have wrote
Poetry is a passion
Poetry is my drug
Not merely just a hobby
Or passing phase
So cheers
Yours Sincerely
Kind regards
Thanks anyone for reading
From i the understated
Undersigned
Christopher of Flaherty
Because love blooms in a velvet world without constraint
Where words drip as whispers from tongues
and touches pluck skin to breathe in its fragrant scent
Where each step seems lighter
and every gaze a precious prize held tightly to the heart
Where smiles convey and eyes lift, to welcome entrance without concern
releasing burdens from the day, watching them flee,
leaving silent pauses in gentle realms
Where thoughts wrap like vines, winding themselves
until they are one,
not noticing the world flooded by warm skin
from hungry kisses stolen from each breath
held warmly between sweating palms of embrace
When we confessed our love
11/15/17
Have Confessed I Am Hard Pressed
Have confessed that I am hard pressed;
This certainly surely should be stressed;
About think;
Thought sink,
Or ordinarily we have been obsessed.
Jim Horn
Am Confused and Confessed
Are confused and things must be confessed;
Trump had refused to do what we did request;
Dissension in ranks;
Uncertain in banks;
End result was a long period of many protests.
Jim Horn
Falling down into a fiery pit, flames all around in the gathering mist.
Deeper and deeper you continue to fall as though there is no bottom at all.
Suddenly below you see a fiery lake; you close your eyes awaiting your fate.
The heat, it melts the skin from your bones as you scream in agony but you’re not alone.
There’s a sea of faces that comes from the depths weeping and gnashing of teeth for sins not
Confessed. Demons, they laugh as they delight in your pain as you beg and you plead but it all is is in vain. The heat is unbearable as you struggle to breathe and satan he mocks you as you suffer your deeds. Please oh Lord you continue to call, but there’s no reply, no none at all. As your face starts to sink down into the depths you awake from your nightmare and your sins you confess.
The people they do evil
The people they did sin
The people they do evil
And the people confessed their sins
Now in the 24th day of the month;
The children of Israel, (got up);
Gathered together;
Assembled together;
Fasted and worn sack clothes and earth upon them;
Who are these men, who are those men;
Set apart themselves from all the strangers;
While being in mortal danger;
the people were wrong
the people sang this song
the people stood up
and confessed their sins, then with God in their lives
they could live eternally, forever, forever
the people confessed their sins
Now they stood up in the place
In addition read in the book of the law;
together with so much amazing grace
Fasted and wore sack clothes
1/4th part of the day read the law another way
the people were wrong
the people sang this song
the people stood up
and confessed their sins, then with God in their lives
they could live eternally, forever, forever
the people confessed their sins
and worshipped the Lord their God
The people they do evil
The people they did sin
The people they do evil
And the people confessed their sins
the people were wrong
the people sang this song
the people stood up
and confessed their sins, then with God in their lives
they could live eternally, forever, forever
the people confessed their sins
Inspired by Nehemiah 9
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
June 02 20074(c)
From Anthology "Purpose and Calling"
No true feelings of love confessed
Blinded by my own I was possessed
Challenges put us to the test
Gave it my very best
Filled my life with zest
Now it's all laid to rest
No love returned only lust
Soaring dove winged crashed into dust
Misleading actions were unjust
Countless times I've cursed and cussed
Restored hope in mankind I could trust
Now regaining faith is a must
Going through the motions
Crazy chaotic emotions
Grooving to the locomotion
Wishing for a magical potion
Need a smoother feel like lotion
Chemistry doesn't amount to much without love and devotion
Six people confessed to the murders of four.
Police detectives were consternated.
This many confessions had never happened before.
This was totally unanticipated.
Other homeless people lined the police station door.
Police said “Now, these jail cells are overrated.”
In a week the confessions numbered twenty-four.
Free room and board for all those who participated.
It was the best of the worst of the rest.
The murderer’s own daughter confessed.
Turned pale.
Mom in jail.
Took the rap herself, love’s true test.
Beyond the moor and mountain crest
In valleys green and still
Ten thousand times I've done my best
And all about the idle hill.
When first my way to fair I took
Beneath the blue of day
For willows in the icy brook
In valleys miles away.
When in the moon the long road lies
And down the sighing wind in vain
Spent in star-defeated sighs
And what's to show for all my pain?
Oh, when I was in love with you
To-morrow I shall miss you less
The knot that makes one flesh of two
For a faith the world confessed.
Is this what ACE Hardware
stands for:
they had been abrupt
could end up being corrupt
when they did erupt
player selected
when he died as drected
monument erected
for game he had prepped
on home field is where he slept
when he was inept
did with deep regret
on loser we placed a bet
who had been a threat
we read latest news
he would live ike a recluse
wearing worn out shoes
of hope was beacon
found who we had been seeking
out we were freaking
moment was dire
poor player woud acquire
when draft chose higher
was over and done
entire world they would stun
all games will have won
according to tape
from reality escape
had committed rape
when he was obssessed
all his sins should be confessed
had become possessedConfessed
If bottoms up seemingly means down
And if square circle means being round I
I am confessing
I've learned the lesson
Triangular infuse portions
Lay dormant decimal misplaced
Dollar signs erased
No monies have I
My pockets are turned inside out and empty
My mind lies dormant like my back on a bed
My confusion is My confession without breath I am dead
11/11/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021