Best Forgiving Poems
Magnanimous
Noble character—
With a greatness of spirit!
Never vindictive . . .
Generous and forgiving . . .
High-minded and always just!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 22, 2018 (Tanka)
Forgiveness is a reed, bending in the wind
A harvested fruit tree, bearing fruit again
A forest consumed by fire, thankful it's been thinned
But most of all forgiveness is the ultimate revenge
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Falling out with either
Friends or family can
Flood hearts with resentment,
Fuelling rage and hatred.
Forbear from stoking fire.
Find fair reconcilement.
Forgiveness sets you free.
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Contest: Pleiades - F
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Placed 4th
We have seen the need for self-forgiveness.
A cluster strengthens in the air quite fast.
Oil-painted clouds poised over the liveness.
We have grasped the need for self-forgiveness.
Creating a scrumptious safe, quaint witness.
We all forge faults, yet beware of clouds blast.
We have seen the need for self-forgiveness.
A cluster strengthens in the air quite fast.
Written: February 17, 2023
BROKEN-HEARTED, BUT FORGIVING
I have two grandchildren whom I've not seen
In a period nearing three years
I look at their pictures every day
And it reduces me to tears
Their mother and father flatly refuse
Any contact with them at all
Since the untimely death of my wife
Not even a card or a call
No explanation has been given
I simply do not know why
Life hardly seems worth living
And every day, I cry
But the God that I serve has stated
Forgive them seventy times seven
So this I've done as He has said
And we'll be reunited in Heaven
14 October 2017
1:55 a.m.
Some serious religious sophomores claim Christ ('Witness' Bluff)
Almost like Columbus: to hit the Other, take their STUFF
Nothing Doing here; I am a Minister of Jesus' Gospel
For the same Reason they fled HERE to Native Indian lands
Catholics to Lord Baltimore's Maryland, Puritans to Massachusetts;
Persecuted Quakers to Penn's America - for debts Kings owed the Admiral
(Indentured white servants came in thousands, here and in the Islands
There's no shame; we are all sinners, or erstwhile peasants, made Kings)
Don't dare preach to me to abandon my dress, language, culture
While you want nothing of Jesus, and His Gospel that saves sinners like us
THE SECOND COMING WILL NOT BE TELEVISED, OR ON FACEBOOK
NOR WILL IT BE APPROVED BY THE MILITARY, UN, OR the WHITE HOUSE
This world has enough of such CHRIST claimants
Even Jehovah's Witnesses tell me to forget my ancestors
So she can rest assured, make the world safer for Imperialism
No, Sir. No Ma'am. Jesus never asked me to lose my language, wisdom ...
To become akin to POPES, priests, Luther, Calvin, Puritans of Boston
Who killed four Quakers before 1660; just 40 years post-Mayflower arrival!
THE SECOND COMING WILL NOT BE TELEVISED, OR ON FACEBOOK
NOR WILL IT BE APPROVED BY THE MILITARY, UN, OR the WHITE HOUSE
That was not all; Roger Williams fled Boston, for fear of forced deportation
Was fair to Natives, now America's first Baptist. Not so for Anne Hutchinson
She was expelled from MBC (Massachusetts) when pregnant with child #8
She never survived the flight, but did open up Portsmouth (Rhode Island)
So when we think those South Africans of Indian descent must change ...
I ask, As Columbus wanted change? As the Puritans? Those slaveowners?
Thank God the Slaves kept their African culture in America
And made Christianity BETTER than ever, gifting us such SAINTS as Dr. King!
So there!
THE SECOND COMING WILL NOT BE TELEVISED, OR ON FACEBOOK
NOR WILL IT BE APPROVED BY THE MILITARY, UN, OR the WHITE HOUSE
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of the Forgiving Betold
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust faileth thee but
'tis once at the weest hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2022 August 23
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of a Forgiving Challenge
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust failed thee but
'tis once a wee hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2019 September 23
Forgiving The Unforgivable.
I held my peace and sung a song,
that echoed through the righteous hall,
my right, my truth, all put to wrong!
As judgment fine had met the pall.
How can there be a better way,
to tell the world of foul play,
than those, your words, that captivate,
and that, my looks, you separate;
your lies, your tricks, my punishment!
In years to come a sure lament;
but life shall only last its days,
until the sun these men does gaze;
then deeds shall bind our spirits such,
would implore it the heaven's touch,
so again shall meet face to face,
when shattered is the time and space,
there I shall pardon and forgive,
as not in this dimension live,
and from this burden be relieved,
that had a trusting friend deceived,
and yes, I have just this to say,
that friends and foes alike decay,
but on that day, you I shall see,
as an error of mortality.
I hold my peace and sing this song,
That echoes through the righteous hall,
My right, my truth, all put to wrong!
as judgment fine has met the pall.
R.N.Khan, © 2012
How hard it is to forgive.
How hard to forgive
those who have trespassed
against us.
Harder yet
to forgive those
we ourselves
have trespassed against.
How to forgive yourself is hard for me
I am trying to stop him so I can be free
Where is your forgiveness to rescue me
You can ask God to take you home
Or you can sit and suffer and be alone
Forgiveness comes from the heart
Letting it go can be the place to start
I know I’m not to blame for any of this
Why is this life for me not sheer bliss
How do you forgive such wicked things
I’m not God or a heavenly Angel with wings
My heart is to fragile and it hurts to much
I even struggle with the simplest touch
I often wonder what’s wrong with me
The scars are deep they make you flee
How do I ask to forgive for all that’s wrong
It’s been all my life, it’s not been strong
I am to fragile with life long hurting pain
forgiveness to me is not removing a stain
You need to understand the pain still remains
I ask you God to forgive me with all my heart
Take it away and give me the fresh start
You stood by me in times of despair
So bad that nothing can ever compare
The worst thing of all was being left to suffer
The feeling of hurt that life can’t get any tougher
You need strength to forgive which I have no more
Help me someone it hurts to much to just ignore
Maybe I’m not ready to forgive even myself
Am I just another Victim to be put on the shelf
Help me forgive myself so that one day I am free
FORGIVING YOU!
I know my love it is time for me to forgive,
For it was not your fault that you had to leave,
It's your time to be with the lord, I know I will see you again,
I have been angry, sad and feeling alone,
You are always in my heart and mind,
Richard I want to forgive you say sorry for not having done it sooner,
I remember the last words you said which were "I love you ", and when we first time you and I met you said "you have beautiful eyes".
These words I will never forget as they are imprinted on my heart,
You are the gorgeous person I married,
My best friend, I love you so much and I always will,
You will never be forgotten and always remembered.
I never asked you for anything
n’ you never asked for it back
found unknowing when the going was green
I still have problems with that
Venus, Apollo, your good self and I
drink too much and then some
why must the bottle ever leave me dry?
more forgiving when drunk
but no, mercy me, oh my…
damned if I do, so I probably won’t
Oh my God, more forgiving when drunk
Oh my God, more forgiving when drunk
not enough for us to rest assured
we make do with what we have
no witless wonder here is keeping score
and things didn't turn out too bad
Venus, Apollo, your good self and I
don’t like what we’ve become
left for lost, problems are magnified
the Gods, more forgiving when drunk
but no, mercy me, oh my
I'm falling into a deep blue shade of funk
Oh my God, more forgiving when drunk
I thought they’d keep you from the frey
I'm so sorry
for being so easy
and falling in love
with the first one to please me
Oh my God, more forgiving when drunk
Oh my God, more forgiving when drunk
Oh my God, more forgiving
Oh my God
She called me her angel
A week before she died
I didn't see beyond the mask
I only heard my own sigh
Her cry was lost
Like her ashes now
The wind of fortune and future and change
Blew her away
But my memory is the deep pool she swims in
And we are angels together
Getting our wings wet
I loved her and she knew this well
I refuse to believe she fell
Heaven
Would be shallow indeed
Without the girl that first wrote
BFF to me
I did not save her
I let her be
Praying that the Lord would see
The beauty and purity and the natural face
She showed to me
I accepted her as she was
And wish she was still here
To hug
I love her
Her spirit bright
But when I dream of her at night
She is alive
Laughing
Her death
All a cruel cruel joke
But I'll forgive her
If she'll forgive me.
God knew her better
And only
He knows who we will see
Walking in His Paradise
Suicide is a mortal/moral sin
Not trusting God is an insult to Him
Explain it to me
Is it like drowning
Never coming up for air
Forced to suffer with no light
Cold and dark and agony
Until a bullet or a blade
Is the friendly fire of sweet release?
I've been there
But I tread water
I doggy paddle when I am too weak to do the breast stroke
I grasp the lifelines around me
Or I create my own
I don't give up
I want to go home
But I'll wait impatiently
For God to call me
Until then I'll plant my seeds
And enjoy the sweet cleansing power of the holy rain
Maybe I'll learn to do the Butterfly Stroke
Forgiving Isn’t Forgetting
Written: by Tom Wright
7-25-2016
We’ve oft times said that we forgive,
But reflections, we frequently retain.
We methodically bring back to relive,
As if emblazoned within our brain;
Hopefully, forgiveness comes in time,
For things which we hold in reserve;
While we feel subjected to a crime,
That’s often better than we deserve.