Best Sin Poems
MONSTER
Shackles nor chains, can't change what it is.....
Never was it, the one hiding under the bed,
It was me, tired of it getting inside my head
.... I can still feel, the groping at my feet,
Pulling me from under the sheet,
A victim to your personality
Nothing can, uninstall these walls
--- Walls of bricks, that can't be taken down
On the night, I've learned of your return
My bones began to shiver, as they too shudder,
remembering every black tinge feeling left behind.
Before the bricks, your filth put my innocence into your victim's box
Without a voice, I fell with no one to rescue me...
Sometimes, I wondered who else had to look into its heinous eyes
Nights without security, you crept in' with every morning cry
With nowhere to hide, I found myself constantly victimized.
Nefarious, at my bedside, how did I manage to survive?
Unwanted communication, stole my youthfulness away,
So young, yet persistent diabolical stories hide inside
Bones turned into a tomb of stones
Decayed and withered years, never to be unveiled
Some stain will never wear off or be forgotten
The monster, I once helped shut down,
Soon to return on another bedside,
Now, someone else will close their eyes,
And hear the monster's whisper, "Shh, don't tell, or else!"
And just to think for a moment I felt safe, the air felt different
Now, I feel dirty all over again,
No one can fix or put the ease back to sleep.....
Just as long as it still LIVES'
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#Monsters Living in Our Society
#Let's take them down one by one
The First Texian Macabre Arena Ballad (The extended free-fallen edition)
In another life, is where I first saw your face!
One summer afternoon, lying wounded next to the dead
Unopened gun powder, mass destruction, a land of disgrace
A blood thirst battlefield is where I first saw your face
The sound of war, hidden behind bleeding hands
Crawlers, render their lives giving grace
Jaws of steel, broken, embracing, warm feelings
Summer rain, lungs filled with blood, one last post
Glorious by numbers, screaming blades
Gemstone in touch with the Holy Ghost
Soldiers come in a little close
Crawling, missing limbs,
Twisted nightmare with no ending
Macabre reminder, retracing the aroma of eternal life
Secrets buried like a treasure under walls of sudden death
Revolutionary tears found on a rusted Bowie knife
Lanterns, crackling against the dying wind
Dirt piles of crushed windpipes -- sudden death
Rummage like garbage, the dead Texian
A Falling Alamo Star, taking one last twinkle upon the sky
Forgotten Patriots, I can't remember the names
Written on walls, I can't remember the names
A folktale arena is where I first saw your face
Fairness of stuttered surrender slicing through iron brace
Crawling, with the hunger to live, a clean finish with grace
Exposing, scars needing mother's hands, mothers face
Across infested meadows, the aroma of burning skin
Distant, before Texas and her annexation,
Gruesome, before I lived, Texas and her mortal sin
I pledge, my love, the honor, a legion, I'm a full blown Texian
To Every Forgotten Texian Patriot----- We Win!
By: PD
There is a proverbial hypocrisy to
'See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil'
when sinister perversions,
lurk behind closed doors,
contained inside four walls.
What is a sin and what is not,
is in the eye of perception,
but within the pretense
of immorality and deception,
so much is lost in silence
yet it is the tormented who suffer,
when innocence is aborted.
Tongues are timid with trepidation,
afraid of the resulting violence.
Daily thoughts contorted,
they walk among us -
abused, broken, forgotten, misguided.
Like elevators moving up and down,
until you push the wrong buttons -
then all passengers are refused.
In silent sins, evil shame grins,
at those with bandaged hearts,
slowly ageing into stone,
as sadistic oppression wins.
Faces that I have seen,
strangers in their own homes,
struggling to belong in society,
a rejected and dejected priority.
We all seek flourishing green pastures,
a place some have never been.
Some try to run away further than before,
but each trap leads to another trapdoor.
There is an art to suffering,
in darkness you can't see hope -
too much is lost in secret silent sins.
Mizaru open your eyes.
Kikazaru, open your ears.
Iwazaru, open your mouth.
The Silent One
30 October 2020
There’s the tightrope for you to walk, wire walker —
defying the gravity of reality and the reality of gravity
you know damn well he won't catch you when you fall
as your sticky grip on the star’s razor edge slips
back away from the black back-alley -
use the street’s angles and curves to your advantage
run! from the rouse of his lure
as the lore is as sordid as it is euphoric -
ruined as you are by the ruse of his rune
fade to disappearance with distance
ride the rift of spindrift; a smoke screen
as if you were never here
but the territorial she-wolf knows…
she dreams of pouring rain pooling on a blurry beach
though she may choose not to open sand-puddled eyes
intuition is not blind and instincts are hackled —
for she’s downwind of dual deception
and her elegant nose is one with the yellow-rose winds
her howls now haunt your hurricane
passion’s kite - once blissfully lost in windy swagger
brash in its stellar flash amidst a hazy starlit pinwheel -
has returned a stormy petrel
dark and hovering over self-inflicted wounds feeding on strife —
incised by the rapier side-eye of your conscience
you seek to stem the red flow of guilt washing up in waves
knowing you can’t dye scarlet heartbeats white
there’s the tightrope for you to walk, wire walker;
the bloodline — that which binds
a sinful sister’s envies to the sinless sister
and divides loaves of husband-lies for the bronze bloodless sinner.
New Dawn
First day of a new chapter, philosophical reflections emulate like four seasons,
reminiscing hearts whose voices are no longer heard, yet I feel their spirits close.
I ponder who will find me and who will I lose - life is limited for many reasons.
Mind and Muse War
One misty morning when my muse was missing and I misplaced my pen,
I felt regret unable to portray how clementine hues ignited baby blue skies.
Battle between muse and mind bled rage onto the page - heart whispered amen.
Ignorant Bloodshed
If only hypocrites could see their reflection in the mirror of tangibility.
Would their fingers still point like deceitful swords, ready for bloodshed?
Love to hate, hate to love, blindfolds the eyes on the path to tranquillity.
Examples for Threesome contest:
Write three lines. No syllable count. Can rhyme, or you do not have to use rhyme. Important part is to keep it on three lines. Does not have to be three sentences.
I've done three examples, but you only need to write one stanza of three lines. Mine is a triple threesome!
Silent One
4 January 2020
The Lord is my salvation and my light,
the stronghold of my life, whom shall I fear?
Protecting when the foe attacks by night;
the prayers of his children he will hear.
O holy Lord, my sin has been a veil,
a waywardness that blinds my eyes to you;
a poisoned cloud I willingly inhale
that dulls the spirit and obstructs the view.
One thing I ask, Lord; this is what I seek:
to gaze upon the beauty of your face.
The dark is often strong and I am weak,
remove this veil that I may see your grace.
Yet now we walk by faith and not by sight
until we see, with brand new eyes, your light.
a meditation on Psalm 27
written 16 Mar 2022
A whole new twist to the same old story
Evil scientist in their laboratories
Creating monsters that live in the night
I often reflect on mankind's plight
As mankind drifts further from his soul
We seek things to fill the hole
The path of lies forever bends
Truth is straight and narrow my friends
As I see it getting bent in every way
I simply find myself compelled to pray
What will become of our sons and daughters
Will their souls be led to slaughter
As scientist seek out another way
To disprove what the bible has to say
Trillions spent in search of a ghost
Another theory of true reproach
Rainbow stars now fill the skies
I wonder what is hidden inside their lies
We can now place a robot up on Mars
But can't help the drunk at the local bar
Trillions more spent on a new space station
But we can't feed the hungry right here in our nation
Seems to me before we go further conquering space
We should maybe try to help out the human race
Our quest for knowledge has drove us insane
We are now so smart we don't use our brain
Our nation was founded "In God We Trust"
Our government says "Let it be covered in dust"
Even this lowly creature up out of the pen
Knows in his heart that thats a sin
My Dear Enemy
Here I am
In full armor
My quill is full of arrows
My bow is taunt and ready fro battle
My horse is pristine and shiny black
I am your enemy
As you are mine to the death
I shall take my bow and arrow
Pierce you through the heart
My king shall praise and honor me
For many battles so well fought
I know I have to shoot my arrows
To save my own pitiful soul
My dear enemy
I just long for you to know
Every arrow, every drop of blood
Every soul that must depart
Due to my fine skills and sharp arrow darts
I die along with you
I know not who you are
Yet a weep for your lost soul
I imagine other times
Maybe we would sit for tea and cookies
Laughing over words of glee
You and I so battle ready
I am sorry for all the battle scars
The blood that flows so deep
Every arrow that leaves my bow
I am sure it too, also weeps
My Dear Enemy
I prey today that before the dusk
One of you will have a finer bow
My heart no longer has the will
To fill my quill with arrows so
Today, I let one of you end my day
No longer can I live on this way
All my fine arrows fired
Have finally been on target
My Dear Enemy
I love you as any man
I have only love for humanity
I pray one day
Our Kings and Queens shall feel this way
As off the battle field, I am carried away
To escape sin, I built a glass box around me.
Though sin like water started leaking through the cracks upon me.
Soon the water would consume me.
Forced hand prints scattered inside the glass by me.
Trying to break free of what I built around me.
No one is near to see or help me.
No one to call, to assist or guide me.
Tears accreting to the water wasn't helping me.
The water is slowly getting deeper around me.
The strength is fading away within me.
Please, someone save me!
Oh God, please forgive me!
Thinking I had all the answers to build this glass box around me.
Sin, yet and still captured me.
I need you now Lord please strengthen me.
Eyes closed beneath the water crying out for him to save me.
His voice appears, "Come as you are to me.
You made a decision to consult with yourself without me.
For I am the only way the truth and the light; not you but me.
All the tools you need are provided by me.
I will bring down this glass box only for your life to be with me.
For I make no mistakes because I am me.
I will send you back to be a living witness for me and only me."
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
05-30-2012
They would ripen all at once
under a hot sun and hang
in a sugary glut only for a day
or two before starting to spoil.
I had to be quick and when
the time came,
I hurried home
from school to clamber up
the tree and seize
the fruit. Each was a warm,
engorged globe of flesh
with just a hint of give
when a finger was pressed
into skin.
No command,
not even from God,
could have held back a bite.
Mouthfuls of sweet peach
sent every pleasure bud
on the tongue into a spasm
and spilt the overload
oozing out of the corners
of stretched lips.
Great gulps
were hurried down the throat
to make room for another bite.
No savoring restraint held
me back, this was volume.
All afternoon
my face and hands
dripped a sticky syrup,
coating my shirt.
Finally I would have my fill
and sit bloated beneath
the tree surrounded
by peachstones some still
encased in leftovers
of pinkish flesh. Sorry evidence
to convict. Afterwards,
a terrible remorse always
took hold. Next day
I thought my stomach ache
was punishment from above.
Every year of my childhood,
in the heat of late summer,
I repeated the same sin,
suffered the same consequence,
hoped for forgiveness
from a wrathful God.
Sin is a disease that destroys from
The darkness where it lingers
Always taunting us in the shadows
Of bitterness and dread, sinister
And haunting, calling out to the soul
For just a little more of its hope
Until all hope has been lost
And even faith and love are gone
Sin is ugly and angry and hateful
It prides itself on taking away
All the light that caresses a life
And stealing even the memories
Of laughter and joy, fulfillment
Found in colors of love breathing
Through a heart, whispering gently
Truth, inspiration and contentment
Sin is black and murky, obscuring itself
In the silhouettes of revulsion, disgust
That clings to the underbelly of evil
Thrusting its tentacles into corruption
Pleading with wickedness to continue
Producing sorrow and pain and regret
Remorse that remembers only the hues
Of somber gray that left a heart in fear
Sin is furious when it’s discovered
And called upon to make itself known
To become a sin that is manifested
And adorned with the sacred blood
From the One who died to cleanse
Free the slave from the sinning
And release the captive with forgiveness
Absolution, pardon, clemency
Bought and paid for by the Son
Who died on calvary and rose up again
On the third day… to finally say
Our sin is under the blood
Forgiven, we can seek God’s approval
Shun the darkness and begin again
To live in the light, where we can be seen
As a child of God, beloved and covered
By grace that has given us all the chance
To live for Jesus and enter heaven’s sanctuary
Eternally blessed – a child of the best
God’s grace is sufficient to save our souls
Allowing His love to make us whole
Ephesians 2:8-9
King James Version
8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God 9 Not of works, lest any man should boast.
Thank you Lord for drawing me near
and opening my eyes to see;
The sin in which my heart was enslaved
and in great need to be set free.
The gift of repentance is truly a gift;
For by it I know Your Spirit is in me,
as He brings me to sorrow over my sin,
and turns the eyes of my heart towards Thee.
It is You the only One and True
that can set a prisoner free;
Little by little showing me my sin,
and little by little changing me.
So as I live my life abiding in You,
and You abiding in me;
May I find joy in repentance for by it I know,
Your Spirit is living in me!
4 letters can describe us all
Sane, Slim, True, Tall
ironic and solemn
Your 4 letters Will change
Love. Hate.
Here. Gone.
simplistic and short
yet complex and infinite
Baby to Wife
Wife to Mama
This is Your
Four lettered Word
pasted within Your incredulous Mind
Your 4 letters.
even you Will Hide.
****. Spic. Tard. Twit.
oh no! no, no one can Know.
Hide. Hide. Hide.
no one Shall Know my Most
precious Word
ridiculed and cursed
ashamed and misunderstood
Hide From Your True Self
Hide From That
Four lettered Word
in the end our 4 letters Will all be the Same
no one can escape From This
villainous Word
It lingers the longest
seared swiftly on the Soul
This
Foul Four lettered Word
cursed Upon us all
is
Dead.
Help me burn this skin
I can’t believe all the hollow lies I’ve burnt in
It’s as if there’s a special place in hell
For the sins that I have held
I’ve betrayed the innocence of what I used to be
It’s so funny to realize how perspective changes everything
We keep lying to ourselves and blame it on anything, on anything
Feeding off of drama like a parasite feeds on blood of death
We kill ourselves from the inside just to be like the rest
Help me burn this skin
I can’t believe all the hollow lies I’ve burnt in
It’s as if there’s a special place in hell
For the sins that I have held
I’ve betrayed the innocence of what I used to be
Men use love just to get sexual pleasure
Degrading beauty, we slowly lose our treasure
Women giving themselves away to be loved
Yet they still get disposed of
God, what have we done
Please take us back to where we begun
Help me burn this skin
I can’t believe all the hollow lies I’ve burnt in
It’s as if there’s a special place in hell
For the sins that I have held
I’ve betrayed the innocence of what I used to be
God, I’m screaming out for you
In a world of pain, I thirst for truth
I beg for more, for more than this
I’ve lived life in the worst abyss
I need my Father’s embrace
I need to be saved by grace
Moon hangs high and white coats the earth,
breathe in and out.
Frozen air in my lungs; his touch hurts.
Racing thoughts hurry in a blur.
Warm hands on my back,
then run up to my hair.
Hot lips press against my frozen face.
He kisses me; my first.
Now I know sin's taste.
"Do you trust me"?
No, but what will they think?
What do they see?
Pain in my pelvis;
hot breath in my face.
But this can't be it!
Regret in eyes;
pain in my heart.
On the bed, how I cried.
I wish for a second chance;
and pray to god to forgive my
first sin in Innocence.