Best Contrite Poems

In the May-time of my life
time bloomed each day a prickly boll –
but I, like the softest cotton within such a sharp seed  
swaddled...

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When I lay me down to sleep,
And cry the tears that sinners weep;
To speak the words of a contrite prayer,
And know that someone listens there.

He...

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There is silence in turmoil… joy in the midst of pain
Sweetness in the bitter… music in the rain

There is light in darkness… illuminated faith shines
Hues...

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I walked home alone in the dampening mist
as the pastel colored sky blanketed the sun
His rays sank into the sea for their daily tryst
Resting among...

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So long have I harped of regret,
For price of vice is not paid yet,
With rueful heart, Lord, now I pray;
O God, won't you show me...

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There’s a party tonight so I bouffe up my hair
Pamper and powder my sweet derrière,
Arrive at the door, all done up to impress.....
Oh man, I...

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When you come home late at night
Open the door and turn on the light
You had better be extremely quite
Or your goodly wife you may excite

And...

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POTD 21 November 2017

So professional in his lies - So ruthless in his ambition
Feeding lies to the simple folk - convincing in his deception
Telling them...

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"The In-Between"

I ripped the pages of 
that tired old story 
from the heart, a body of work

buried the misdiagnosed slanders
then wiped their mouths
with the back...

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Had a room been open   in that passageway
as a foreign night-ship, you’d have sailed by
Love would’ve been what?     ...

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Inside a temple Jean sits quietly,
clothed in radiant white from head to feet,
soft pale hands and a Bible on one knee;
a smile she beams on...

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He's strumming the guitar strings as if they weep,
near a warm campfire on a cold December night.
Sad chords of his song hold many secrets to...

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My mommy strike me last night,
But I promise this will be our last fight,
I'm gonna run away to a place that's bright,
And when I'm gone,...

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Sisyphus. The Might.

Death now humiliated, 
chained by mortal king,
will you remain with the dead ?
No. This is not yet your realm.

Sisyphus. The Craft.

Hades now outraged,...

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"Yes, I affirm, I have seen God
But He appeared and then disappeared
This knowing that transcends mind, left me awed
But until what’s imbibed is assimilated, by...

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