Best Pardon Poems
Take my heart and carry me
to where all dreams are born.
Into loves arms, oh such a place
that's always safe and warm.
Away from such deceitful lairs
where blackened virtues swarm.
into a light where peace must shine
and grants us pardon from a storm.
High above the mountain tops
or low as low can be.
Makes no difference where we are
a wondrous lyric calls to me.
Singing of your splendor
like a miracle performed.
I'll stay with you to find the port
that grants us pardon from a storm.
POTD 03/03/2018
Categories:
pardon, inspirational, love,
Form:
Lyric
Forgive me for loving you, even though you never asked,
a secret kept like a pebble in my shoe, now smarting.
If heart dares to belong, it's just a weakness from my past.
Make scars worth the fight, put back the pin from grenade you grasped,
moment of truth arrives, met with two lips bruised and parting.
Forgive me for loving you, even though you never asked.
I thought I walked the streets alone, wearing a grotesque mask.
You were inside me all along, sweet message imparting.,
if heart dares to belong, it's just a weakness from my past.
How I've missed your awaited touch, and hoping it would last,
our sun grant'd pardons galore, for love's kindled restarting.
Forgive me for loving you, even though you never asked.
I didn't say why I came back, you never took me to task.
tho' written in an inkling, the tear your eye was guarding..
if heart dares to belong, it's just a weakness from my past.
You never miss something until it goes and die is cast.
Your present regifted, from a long ago departing.
Forgive me for loving you, even though you never asked.
If heart dares to belong, it's just a weakness from my past.
26 December 2020
Categories:
pardon, desire, forgiveness, friend, motivation,
Form:
Villanelle
Winds caressing fringes of
her deep chocolate tresses
as tree nymphs nimbly hid
midst fallen maple leaves
happily prancing round toes,
whilst a crescendo of chimes
played off in near distances,
warm apple pie aroma wafting
upon a zephyr tickling her nose,
unfastened her reddish cloak
for her e'er plunging neckline
exposed an ample décolletage
voluptuously heaving in broad
daylight waiting to seduce a crafty
wolf in sheep's clothing she had afore
encountered on the way to grannies,
called ahead to make reservations
for her & handsome knighted chef
hiding amidst the dark forest with
his trusty sharpened butcher knife,
had acquired Wolfgang Puck's
wickedly-satisfying secret recipe
for savory pack-of-wolves stew
Li'l Reddish Revenge is a dish best served cold-blooded with liberal
scads of punitive napkins and a bottle of vindictively chilled Chianti
Categories:
pardon, allegory, fantasy, hero, humorous,
Form:
Epic
White roses grew all along the path of her Mom's garden
As a child she plucked them saying, "Oh, I beg your pardon."
Pretending they were people was a game she'd often play
remembered now as she chose flowers on her wedding day
Bouquet of white roses and forget-me-nots of pale blue.
ivy climbing on the wall. Her Mom would've liked that, too
She clipped each petaled flower from its stem in the garden
Tears fell as she whispered, "Forgive me. I beg your pardon."
White roses and forget-me-nots, she carried in a vase
on the way to church she visited her Mom's resting place
"These flowers are for you, Mom. I picked them in your garden
I'm carrying them today and I asked for their pardon."
As she walked down the aisle and wedding vows were being said
white roses bloomed with forget-me-nots, in the garden bed
Categories:
pardon, emotions, flower,
Form:
Sonnet
Dear 2024,
I hope this poetic vow
wouldn’t be shunned,
as I block negativity
from my phone,
like my bitter exes.
And forgive my sense
of humor that
resembles sour grapes,
like a dash of salt
and pepper sprinkled
on top of old drapes.
Perhaps, as this
year bids adieu,
I’ll find the right
ingredient to concoct
sparkling wine infused
with giggles that
age like
chucklesome limericks,
as I fine-tune the
empty spaces
of my scribbled
pages with hilarity.
I’ll learn to laugh a
little louder and hope
the ebb of every
comical tale can flow.
Maybe a stricter
chocolate diet would
help me see the
sweeter side of
powdered comedians,
sharpening my wit
as endorphins enhance
my ability to spot
the depth of puns
punctuated
with bizarre tones.
And as December rain
drizzles in symphony
of the darkness
my quill flaunts,
pardon these
peculiar metaphors,
I’ll raise a glass
of crocodile tears,
a toast for
more concise poetry,
and faces I’ve phased,
that I’ll no longer
vent about in vain verses.
Cheers to the
festival lights
on wheel of laughter,
may the florescence
forever flicker as
souvenirs of amusement.
I’ll dance into the
rising sun of a new year,
in an odyssey adorned
with shimmering dreams
embalmed in
tickling mint leaves.
Categories:
pardon, future, giggle,
Form:
Free verse
Here’s a short story of a cowboy I knew
Whose name was Beg Your Pardon.
He wasn’t a gun slinger in the usual way,
Though his hands were fast
And his foots were faster.
But when Beg started shootin’
There was nuthin’ but disaster.
No worries for Beg, he had none you see,
Since he wasn’t a slinger in the usual way.
But his pappy got ugly
And yelled in his son’s face,
“Until you can shoot
As the son of mine should,
I want you the h*** out of my place.”
Beg had some tricks up his very long sleeves,
Coz he wasn’t a slinger in the usual way.
He’d show his pappy his skill
There’s no doubt about that.
Yet time was a-wasten
So Beg he did hasten,
But first he took off his hat.
He then wound up his body like a Kansas twister
And slung a cow pie in his usual way.
And broke every record
Did our cow pie ringer.
Since there was no one better,
Pappy exclaimed to his son,
“Beg Your Pardon, I beg your pardon
Heck, you’re some kinda’ slinger!”
For Wild Wild West Contest
Categories:
pardon, cowboy-western, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Forgive me as I excuse myself
I didn’t mean to bump into your shelf
It wasn’t really what I intended
I am just bruised and the shelf can be mended
I’m sorry I’ve knocked the table with my knee
I didn’t mean to do that and spill all that tea
I am not fit to be let out that is true
I seem to have trouble with everything I do
Please forgive me for all that I did
Sorry I knocked off your dustbin lid
I was just walking past and wham
I am so clumsy I know I am
Oops I’ve gone and done it again
I’ve just bumped your car what a pain
I didn’t mean to hit your car
I didn’t think I’d reversed that far
Categories:
pardon, funnyme,
Form:
Rhyme
I am your champion, I fight for your cause,
my love and devotion give some people pause.
When I saw you I knew you, just like with your dad.
I guess our deep happiness makes some people mad.
I work hard at my job, so that we can live,
and hear me now, son, when it's time to give,
I am the one who ups the amount,
I've done this more often than I can recount.
I also work so your dad will be covered,
for doctors and dentists and allergists and others,
and who do you think pushed him to go
to the skin doctor some two years ago?
From the moment I met you, you felt like my son,
but this is a battle that cannot be won.
When your dad and I married, I didn't steal him away,
he's just as devoted to you to this day.
I heard someone had told you that I was "controlling,"
(I can't even write this without my eyes rolling).
Who insisted your dad fly to LA to see you?
Who worked overtime to pay for this venue?
I encourage his freedom, I've not clipped his wings,
his happiness, above all, is the important-est thing.
I will not be silenced, nor be vilified,
and it just breaks my heart when you take HER side.
I am LOVING and GIVING and ALL THAT IS GOOD,
and I'm tired of being so misunderstood.
So, pardon my migraine, it wasn't intended,
my strength just gave out as your judgement descended.
I lost a whole weekend, I slept like the dead,
I was just too defeated to face down my dread.
I kinda' felt reality shatter, unsure what was real,
like in "Jacob's Ladder."
We're getting no younger, your father and I,
the older we get, the faster time flies.
I love you as if you were my own child,
I'll not carry this burden unreconciled.
©Danielle White
Categories:
pardon, confusion, dedication, devotion, sondad,
Form:
Narrative
PS : NOT REALLY A POEM, I WAS JUST TRYING SOMETHING :-)
He:
“You look a lot distraught.
Pardon my rudeness;
But I could not help but notice….
May I take a seat……?”
She: A soft shrug
He:
“A damsel like yourself,
Shedding a multitude of tears.
Quite unacceptable.
What has bothered your heart so?”
She:
Please kind sir, I would need no company.
He:
Pardon my impulse;
But your face looks ever so familiar.
Perhaps, I could lend an ear.
Why torture yourself with a silent cry.
She:
A silent cry I do not possess.
A world of emptiness is what I have.
Apart from a few cats and dogs.
So please be on your way.
I prefer being by myself.
He:
Pardon my stubbornness.
It’s in my nature, though once it cut me deep.
I could not possibly stir from here.
What kind of a man would I be?
She:
A man that of noble respect.
For my privacy I would like to keep.
Now if you will excuse me,
I will present myself somewhere else.
© Herzel Poshiwa
Categories:
pardon, change, judgement, life, sad
Form:
I knew I was the sole searcher.
Like a rose dying in the desert.
And all the loneliness she felt.
The piercing pains, oh how they hurt.
I can't turn the clock back, can I?
Wish to be where we were before.
Euphoric bliss of love we built,
Until I lost my head once more.
It was not long ere I discerned,
What a fool I really was
Yet what excuse could I invent?
She knew quite well I was the cause.
She roamed the crowded streets alone
Refusing all the calls I made
Preferred to die in loneliness,
Perhaps it was right that I paid.
I had no real intention
Of letting her go without me,
I climbed the stairs and waited.
An hour meant nothing to me.
She appeared, forlorn, teary-eyed.
Surprised she stood tall and defiant.
On my knees, I begged a pardon.
I loved her, she had to agree.
Categories:
pardon, love, pain, passion,
Form:
Free verse
If is committed a heinous crime
God will catch at the right time
The whole World will come to know
His real anger God will surely show
He will give a perfect check
For that unholy, dirty trick
Punishment He will heap
Adversity one must reap
Frauds deserve great penalty
As the intention is faulty
Never will God offer to forgive
They can never peacefully live
Always there will be a threat
Happiness they can never get
They will be strongly beaten
Until their bodies go rotten
In their chest, God will kick
Due to fear, they will go sick
God will strangulate their throat
Like humans cutting a goat
God will accept not any apology
And will not fall prey for eulogy
Categories:
pardon, god,
Form:
Couplet
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Categories:
pardon, hilarious,
Form:
Haiku
Pardon me God, I am ashamed
Today I feel as though, I need to take blame
Everything in my head is telling me, I am to blame
I should not remain the same
I should not carry any pain
I should focus and aim
In this life all men have a lot to gain
Life is a mystery game
Nothing is accurate
Nothing remains the same.
Categories:
pardon, life, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
Within this ink is a taste so bitter
Warn you though I am no quitter
I don't follow fake pomp and glitter
Find within me a devotion emitter
The crosses your bearing, I was for her there log splitter
Replacing their pain, I added sweetness to the bitter
I've written the code of how to be a committer
If you intend to challenge my devotion, those eyes must see you commit to her!
I'll carve you out if you show up to be a transmitter!
That feeling within you; Dads are "far more than just a jitter"
For if hell has a place on Earth; it will not be with me as it's remitter
Categories:
pardon, dad, daughter, devotion, father
Form:
Monorhyme
Emotions murmur within my spirit
Echoing diamante poetry in whispers
42 reminders that I am turning 37
Tomorrow is the day that I change
From gentle soul to passionate heart
Coloring the world with my dreams
Fleeing the grasp of the past, 11/12/14
When I really didn’t know about love
Or the sweet feelings that humble me
Creating soft trembles that heal hurts
And free me from the heartaches which
Once covered me in scars that were ugly
In spite of my desire to hide them away
Beneath reflections of hope and faith
Love has pardoned me from ancient sins
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Written and Posted on June 17, 2020
Categories:
pardon, emotions, faith, feelings, hope,
Form:
Free verse