Best Pardoned Poems
IV
A soul was broken to make room
For dusty halls and labyrinths.
A gossamer, nylon bed-sheet shroud
Enwraps the remnants of that mind.
And no excuses can be made;
This disease does not justify that one.
I do not sleep deeply, I do not wake easily,
I dream of cities built on sand,
Next to the swelling sea.
Oh, they should have lasted.
Why should they fall?
I dream of timber horses,
Brought between those city walls.
We should have known; we should have known better.
III
But, I am not an honest mystic;
Beware what you ask of me.
I will show truths within the liar's tapestry.
But, you will not believe; no, you cannot believe.
II
I howled for my motherland
When the mutiny began.
I heard the cry of treason; heard the cry and ran.
I saw blood be spilled,
Some of it my own, then
Felt the rest boil, that this could happen in my home.
I saw the battle through, until the very end,
Then wished the traitors pardoned,
Because they were my friends.
I
I cannot tell the difference
Between the sleeping and the dead,
So, I will dole out blankets, and keep the kettle on.
The streets are cracked and dirty,
And they all appear the same:
Shattered glass and roofing tacks
Where I place my bare and weary feet.
I don't want to go on.
But, I must rebuild; I must rebuild.
I have no grass to lay,
The trees and flowers will not grow,
So, I shall use nothing, but mortar, brick, and stone.
It's not the same; it is not the same,
But, I shall call it home.
Categories:
pardoned, allegory, depression, introspection, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Night rewrites day, transforms the blues
with ink-wash, urges me to forget
grapples, tasks, drudgery,
hard surfaces and hardened people as all things
soften, lighten, blur— even gravity pulls less
as if the world’s core has pardoned the hefty afternoon.
Sheets pouch this body, pillows
accept every sigh. Sleep is a leave-taking,
a poetic restoration of sense and mindfulness.
Faultless, this need to submit, this appeal to let go. Just let it go.
Categories:
pardoned, moving on, peace, sleep,
Form:
Free verse
PARALLEL AUTUMN SURPRISES
A ferris wheel of no return, she stood with rosy cheeks so fair; both day and night just wide rocky bridges of light and dark. All she needed was bulb of fresh start.. Three months pass after the love explosion happened, her pillar of strength taken for independence sake. Only candles of hope she has; slowly, slowly losing its glow. Her eyes were a train flood of crystal tears. Her heart jailed from loss but needed to be freed for the sake of a budding life. She opens her door day by day beaming a sunshine in her face. Her chest-buds bloom so graceful. Her tummy grows a robust breathing sphere. Parallel autumn surprises bring her to a sandwich salad showcase. A year passed, in a fragrant natural lair with the light bowing down on them, she planted a kiss on her baby's lips.
Hush... to ... rush...
Hush... to ... rush...
Teardrops held long tumble thunder
listless from her eyes
of rest and quiet
yet, her steady voice whispers
a storm...
Head... to ... toe
Head... to ... toe
Forlorn rose maiden exhaled-
cyclic shudders: wells of regret
like a ruined garden where blossoms frown,
green leaves too, turned brown.
Sun... to... rain...
Sun... to... rain...
Her life blossomed
amidst earthquake break of failures,
true love she finally receive--
it pardoned her wrongs.
Sighs... to... groans...
Sighs... to... groans...
Bright twinkling stars
tended safe the narrow path
as silhouetted liquid moon cajoles
her long bittersweet escape.
Kiss... to ... freedom...
Kiss... to ... freedom...
Her heartstrings strum endless:
her abounding joy!
Upon hopeful eyes mirror,
the sparkles of her infants tears...
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***Haibun Freestyle
08:34 pm, November 24, 2015
Categories:
pardoned, feelings, heartbroken, inspiration, love,
Form:
Haibun
My mind is dark with the thoughts of doom
Shadows of death and miseries loom
I wish I could try and fight
The stench of death and darkness of night
Many thoughts bewilder my soul
My heart bleeds through a jagged hole
Why do I have to kill to live?
Why don’t I have happiness to give?
My heart screams for an explanation
My soul cries for salvation
Why is my hand smeared in blood?
Why is everyone around me dead?
I walk through the graveyard of people I killed
Was this the death that god willed
Why was I the harbinger of death?
Why was it me who laid them to rest?
I live a life that I rather not dare
My nights are an endless nightmare
Why can’t I be released from this living hell?
Why don’t I have someone to tell?
Will I ever escape? Will I ever be free?
Will I ever be pardoned? Will my life ever be merry?
All I ask my God is sanity
All I need from me is humanity
I have killed to live, I have lived to kill
Done acts I am not proud of
Will I ever have peace to gain?
Or will I need death to live again
Tell me lord; am I not your child?
Weren’t they too, because of me who died?
Was it my fault that I had a gun?
Why didn’t I have a place to run?
Questions in my mind abound
My dreams come back at night to hound
My only release I know is death
I hope it comes soon and me it gets
When death smiles at me with all its charms
I will lie with glee in its waiting arms
Then for sure my soul will be free
And those of the people murdered by me.
Categories:
pardoned, death, depression, hopedeath, god,
Form:
Free verse
Men cannot be trusted
emotionless and hardened,
They tend to be aggressive
Then thoughtlessly are pardoned.
Promiscuously driven
With ego swelling large,
They're loud, endowed and over proud
And in your life they'll barge!
They see vastly different
They see a girl- a prize,
Their honesty is always great
Until they just tell lies.
They'll blame you for everything
They'll treat you as a game,
They're really not so interesting
Predictable and lame.
Hence before you run away
To whatever you have lusted,
Take heed of what I say...
For men should not be trusted.
Now, I could back this poem up
With proof of evidence,
As damages that most men do
Is astronomically immense.
Though I’m sure when they do read this
They’ll hate and much resent
The honesty and forthrightness
From a poetess unbent.
Yes we need to put them in their place
Before problems rise again
Wars and violence amongst our silence
All due to stupid men.
Though I wonder Joe and all that know
Andy and Big Randy
So I’ll admit just a bit
Men can be soooo handy !
And I’m fortunate to know
Good mans’ integrity
The ones who care a very rare
And voice this literally.
Though I’ve generalised and chastised
The ones not up to speed
I’ll be fair and I’ll share
Men…I know we need.
They’re great when they are good
Respectable and kind
They can be the bestest friends
And ease our worried mind.
Baby boys so wonderful
And innocence impart
Uplifting me, will always be
Forever in my heart.
The he whose not corrupted
It’s him I do commend
And loyal I will always be
To a good true friend.
How brothers I have missed you
Through the push and shove
And I am grateful never hateful
For platonic love…
Here here I’m not so sexist
Indifferent, a goner,
As I think of he who strengthens me
'tis he, I love and honour.
Categories:
pardoned, for her, for him,
Form:
Rhyme
Pardoned through the postmortem black
The green air like gas driving through
The dense flakes laid on my head.
My body lay heavy with the sunken Red Sea.
My clearness clear all eyes, I feel nothing now,
Not the vivacious flashes of a Summer Lady
Nor the rowdy screams of children at funerals.
My body lay cold, cold as a ferret’s nose,
I could hear it scream through pale October.
And all I remember in the weary twilight:
The seat belt clamped against my silent heart
My body threw itself from the vigor of metals,
Your hell widens to the flush of my form
And I felt my psyche evaporate in the clear air
Flashes of red and blue tango perfumery against the senseless black.
And all I remember in the weary twilight
Was a slim light calling my concealed name… I answered.
The red and blue steadily vanished in the blackness.
I watch my numb body lay flat on silver
Piecing together the weary twilight of red and blue
And shutting doors, though dead stiff, it was nothing new.
Categories:
pardoned, death, emotions, farewell, funeral,
Form:
Free verse
Daybreak Words Upon the Morning
David J Walker
Awaiting words
That will burst upon the day
Suffused in first light before the sun
Reveals itself
Notice the clouds clinging
To the sky
Hiding the blinding blend
Of blood red orange suffused in the
Magenta tinge
Of a distant sun
Arising
There are secrets to unravel
As the day begins
There will be sweet breads and
Ripe fruits served on
Spode Blue Italian China
There will be news to disseminate at the table
In a failed effort of Omniscience
There will be moods to moderate in mimicry
There will be appointments to remember and
Then forget in emendation
Words burst upon the morning
as if condemned and then
pardoned
again and again
overnight
Categories:
pardoned, allegory,
Form:
Rhyme
What Does It Mean tTo Be Born Again ?
By Charles Gerald Patrick Chard 2nd
Chevra Gavri Hanita Hazaka Abir Selek 2nd
What does it mean to be born again?,
It means to be reborn from within,
It means you' ve been pardoned from all your sin,
Have you ever felt something so wonderful beyond discription,
Have you ever felt a love beyond anything you could mention,
Have you ever felt a peace that passes all your understanding,
And felt this all at once from within expanding,
This is what it is like to be born again,
A newness,freshness from within you'll gain,
For it is a love that goes far beyond all words and thought,
It goes beyond all knowledge you' ve been taught,
It must be experanced from within your heart,
Then you'll truly understand why you'll never want to depart,( From Him).
Categories:
pardoned, confidence,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
( INTERLOCKING RUBAIYAT )
When I look out of the window,
All at once, my heart feels a glow!
Happy Rabbits in our garden
Play. Then, relax in the shadow.
Like rocks, their silhouettes harden.
Though out in the open garden,
In search, their predators miss them.
Relieved. The Rabbits lives pardoned.
As the coast clears, their youngsters then
Spring out from their safe little den.
One by one, they pop out the ground!
This family numbers to ten.
In panic, they run around.
Because they can now hear the sound
Of something strange heading their way...
Once gone, it can never be found!
It's the seasonal hunters day.
And he has his own game to play.
The more hits, the higher his score,
All Rabbits, be they brown or grey!
These little creatures I adore.
I feel so much joy to see more
Happy Rabbits in our garden!
What did that hunter come here for?
Written 4th October 2021
For the Interlocking Rubaiyat Contest
Sponsor : Angel L Villanueva
Categories:
pardoned, nature,
Form:
Rubaiyat
MY NAME MEANS BLESSED
For gift of life indeed precious
Packed with love and care, so gracious
My heart exclaims praise magnitude…
Blessed, I give God my gratitude.
Pardoned against guilt’s misery
Rescued from bitterness fury
My soul exalts grace-abundance…
Blessed, I gain peaceful assurance.
Cheered up to face toilsome hardship
While ushered for earnest worship
My faith beholds miracles' might…
Blessed, I pray to God with delight.
Striving for sublime contentment
Through my heavenly engagement
My spirit trusts the Saviour's Word…
Blessed, I conquer by divine sword.
With triumphant stewardship zeal
Bearing fruits midst prayerful seal
My service seeks God's approval
Blessed*, I share kindness' revival.**
*Jeremiah 17:7 “Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is.”
**Last two stanzas were added after poem was judged.
August 27, 2023
Honorable Mention, "ETYMOLOGY - the meaning of your name" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 9/6/2023.
Categories:
pardoned, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Lyric
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
Views For Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Funom Makama
Written and Posted on June 17, 2020
Categories:
pardoned, emotions, faith, feelings, hope,
Form:
Free verse
He pardoned me…at Calvary.
He died in my place.
He took my sin and I entered in
to that Holy of Holies place.
Categories:
pardoned, jesus, religious, sin,
Form:
Rhyme
Far far away from the known lands
My eyes discovered a sacred cave
Located at the North
I walked
And passed
By many other sacred caves
Seen at the
South
East
West
And finally,
I arrived at the sacred cave
At the North
It was a very long and rough journey
Other caves whispered craving for my entrance
But I have always respectfully
Denied myself their generosity
Having arrived at the sacred cave at the North
I couldn't resist that for long
So I walked in slowly and had some rest
The rest wasn't peaceful
Because echoes from the sacred cave
Pointed out to me that it is a sacred cave and that no one is allowed in until he has fulfilled the rites
There I was
Tired and with regret
Regret of not being just
A little more patient
But here I am
Here, have I found rest
Here I am
Here I vow to stay
The echoes heard my plea
And pardoned me
So I vowed to stay in this sacred cave
Because among all other sacred caves
Seen at the
South
East
And West
This sacred cave
Is that which I have
Vowed to have my rest
Sometimes when I find myself journeying through
The South
East
And West
Back to my sacred cave with my harvest
My boneless leg cries out for some rest
The echoes in these other caves
Whispers me craving
But no matter how
Weak
Fraustrated
Lonely and
Disappointed
I become
I never dare enter those sacred caves
Because I know that each is reserved for only one
One Hunter
One sacred cave
An ideology unacceptable to the known lands
Today, I am still stuck to the sacred cave at the North
And having my rest
I find fulfilment
A divine gift
Offered unconditionally
As I stand on my sacred cave
I see many more sacred caves all over
Curiosity compels me
To walk into them
But that ancient vow
Keeps me away
And away
I vow never to walk
Into any other sacred cave
I keep exploring my sacred cave
The Sacred Cave at the North
Categories:
pardoned, 4th grade, africa, best
Form:
Narrative
Sages say it's wise to persist
In striving for respect over love.
Such counsel I readily dismiss
One is set here, the other above.
Respect requires a clinical bent
Empathy-empty in the joints.
But love lodges everywhere sent
Heals, blesses, and anoints.
Respect eschews a pardoned act
Fearing a weakness be exposed.
But loves sustains itself intact
Caring not for what is supposed.
Prioritize respect if still you will
Seal it fast in bones and soul.
Know though when life bodes ill
It's love that makes it whole.
Categories:
pardoned, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Where the hell has the USA gone?
Mired so deep in black Fascism,
We may never climb out of the pit
World War II turned out to be just
A battle that we won against Nazism,
Then hordes of Nazi war criminals,
Were brought over, all pardoned,
and helped out our rockets,
MKULTRAS, and god only knows what else!
And our Fascist corporations who
Had to wait a few decades for terrorism
To finish shredding the constitution
and taking our rights while we watched
Football and held our cells tight,
Polishing off suds and gobbling wings
While our terror and torture
held the world in its icy grip
Yes, power corrupts, but it takes
untold money from us to really power
Total evil and powerful corruption!
Categories:
pardoned, betrayal, bullying, business, confusion,
Form: