Best Unforgiven Poems
my best friend and I
believed one day we would be
golden girls cruising
all over nothing
I was cast in a role as
the unforgiven
despite my attempts
at reconciliation . . .
her indignation
though I felt hurt too
I was willing to forgive
and to say sorry
our beach dreams destroyed
if only she knew how to
forgive and forget
Written Aug. 20, 2016 for Laura Loo's Forgiveness Senryu Contest
Themes are overlapping
The current keeps criss crossing
Dreaming and digressing depressing and unkind
Mish mash meandering in a labyrinth of minds
Wonder lost.....fingers crossed....
Misdiagnosed and so stupidly maintained
Disjointed mistake.....
Contorted remorse
No kingdom no horse
Replaying the scene
Rehearsing the song ... unmended
Keep doing wrong
How do I check my tongue?
Why does it always come out wrong?
Ill get forgiven - of course
And then I transcend it - much worse
Imprinted my thinking - not right
I keep on repeating .... my plight
Until I get along, its best I walk alone
How to undo this old refrain
Your spirit I fractured - time and again
He grew up in a family so big he wasn't even seen.
He was the youngest of seven, and all he had to wear
Was his brothers hand me downs.
No he didn't get much attention,
And oh I forgot to mention..
His daddy was never around.
He was the unforgiving.
His daddy always worked,
And was always drunk
For as long as he could remember.
They even stayed up late one night,
And shared a couple of beers.
He remebers his dad
Walking in his room,
And kissing him good night.
It's the only time he said "I love you'
He was the unforgivin'.
No, he never played ball with his son,
And never took him fishin'.
All of this was just wishful thinkin'.
He was the unforgivin'.
His son's grown up now
With three daughters of his own,
But he wasn't the best father
They would know.
All he can remember is walking in their room
Kissing them good night,
And saying "I love you".
He is the unforgivin'.
12/12/2002
We can change our direction and our pace; but we can’t change our race.
If we want to change the world we need to unite as one, so let’s embrace.
Change is inevitable and is the start to peace and joy.
Fear of change hinders us as a society and that has always been a ploy.
Sometimes I wish I could turn back the hands of time.
This world still is color blind.
As we keep our faith and trust in Jesus we have no worries.
Ignorance and hate are still our adversaries.
These two barriers have always been thorns in our sides.
Since we have not handled these malicious words properly they will not go away and hide.
Our society is always afraid to notice the truth.
To experience lost and death is their only convincing proof.
As our lives become more complacent, assumptions will continue to be made.
Let’s not forget that our sins and transgressions were already paid.
We have to constantly conquer with Love, and yield to hate.
Are we going to let narrow-mindedness determine our fate?
I pray that you teach them Lord you made us all the same,
Help them to learn tolerance, and forgiveness in place of blame.
"We can let circumstances rule us, or we can take charge and rule our lives from within." Nightingale, Earl
"It's not the events of our lives that shape us, but our beliefs as to what those events mean."
Robbins, Anthony
"It is not the situation that makes the man, but the man who makes the situation.” Robertson, Frederick W.
The deliberate hurt is
a wound never healing,
forgiveness may be granted
to that soul expiring;
and as the trembling lips
close, serenity descends.
To have loved such a person
would have been wrong, not smart;
nothing honorable and pleasant
came out of that foul mouth.
Some realize the demonic force
that was behind it to cause animosity
towards the kindest of hearts;
then is anger the curse of the unforgiven,
not to fully and sincerely apologize?
It's wiser to bear offense than to offend,
so that the guilt is not concealed inside,
but open to unfair criticism
rather than visual humanism;
and would one cope with implausibility?
Along our path, we may see roses...
smell their aroma and cherish their loveliness,
but beneath them there are many thorns
ready to poke those who rush judgment;
and they will bleed for not having been cautious,
or at least avoided the useless torment!
I have bled in my utter blindness,
putting everything at risk, sparing no mercy
for a quest to uphold my integrity
by being too complacent, and not showing kindness.
And ignoring that anger is the curse of the unforgiven,
I beat hard on my chest to feel the acute pain...
remembering the hostile voice putting me down;
embarrassing me of such a vulgar mannerism,
making me despise and hate any exhibited egotism!
The longest time has passed to shorten the brevity of compassion,
to make me aware that to have none is a denial of self!
Weep and mourn for shutting all doors on fairness, cruel soul;
sleep not, for remorse is a plague inflicted upon the unmerciful
who see themselves less useful than those discerning death!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Glistening roses
Thirsting for a weeping heart
Crumbled to ash-dust
Scanting, ranting, seething persona provides –
the confinement and hatred inside you hide.
Screaming, steaming, aggressive overtones –
provide a key witness of a relationship unknown.
Shivering, quivering, the innocent will crumble,
to a raving lunatic with a malicious mad stumble.
Convicted, addicted, to the same vindictive game,
this romance conceived within lies and shame.
Silently, violently, cursing the call of creation,
vowing to avenge this marital bond castration.
Pawing, gnawing, at an open bloody wound,
strumming, and humming life's unforgiving tune.
lies
deceipt
what next .
Silent cries
sad songs
lonely laughs
i made unbelievable decisions
they reamain in my heart
as do you
but to you
i am nothing more than a speck of dust
left only to die on the cold hard floor
but this ,i wish nothing more
i bear the consequences
anything to recieve you
anything to please you
once more
my soul burns
my heart yourns
only for you .
Dark
cold
nights i sleep
all for you .
Unforgiven
with one chapter done and another to be written.,
i begain to write. the word " Unforgiven"
and relize my pen bleeds out the old.
and outlines a life worth living,
my story is mine and mine alone to be told,
with rhyme and free verse,
i tell my story with a voice like liqued gold,
my tale is long my exsprances real,
i tell of all i have done wrong,
and of all the feeling i feel,
yet that is in the past. i have a new track to roam,
a new life to start. and a new place soon to be home,
new friends to meet, new hearts to fill,
new dreams to dream, MORE power and Will,
new memories to be made, old one's to replace,
new shadows in the shade, new mask to deface,
new tears to shed, new smiles to smile,
old pain to let lie dead, new ladies to drive me wild,
old friends to help me hold on. new ones to grasp,
new paths to stroll on, a new jokes and laughs,
this chapter in the mind of me, is now written,
for i still write the words. " Sill Unforgiven"
When the day comes that the dead walk the earth,
because hell has had its overfill.
Only then will I consider taking you back,
but I’ll probably deny you still.
I will always love you,
and pray for the best when it comes to the things in your life.
But it would be unbelievably wrong,
for me to stand you by my side.
Because I’m still married to sweet Mary Jane,
and she heals all my cares and my pain.
We can never go back without time machines,
so I will always be feeling this way.
So stare at the wall,
just sit there and stare,
and think about what you did.
Then maybe you can learn,
to understand too,
and all of this will make sense.
I was young
But old enough to know better
We were rounded up
Determined to weed out the culprit
I sat quietly and poker faced
Holding my breath and dying inside
I wanted this inquisition
To be over but it dragged on forever
If I could hold on long enough
It would end at a standstill
And eventually be forgotten
I could never imagine
A scenario where someone
Might be wrongly punished
After all there was no evidence
But before I knew it
It had happened in front of my eyes
Accused and brutally spanked in an instant
Though blatantly innocent
In shock and utter disbelief
Convinced my belated admission of guilt
Would now be pointless
Too young to truly appreciate
The true value of
Clearing a person’s reputation
I ran up to my room and
Gasped for my first breath of stupor
I got away that moment
But have been paying ever since
I never admitted or asked for forgiveness
Seemed pointless through the years
Decades later
My brother
Would have said
It wasn’t important
It’s long forgotten
I know this because in some wimpy blurry recollection
I vaguely remember admitting it to him some fifty years later
Knowing full well it was too little too late
And his response was exactly as expected
Confirming my high opinion of his virtuous generosity
But fifty years later
My pointless admission seemed surreal
As though to amplify rather than to lighten that old regret
I didn’t deserve or want to ever forget
My very first true act of cowardice
AP: 1st place 2020
I bring you my little heart
It’s been battered and abused
It’s all bent out of shape, Lord
Because it has been bruised
I lost some of the pieces
I can’t get them back, you see
It all happened when he said
That he will not forgive me
Jesus, please stop the hurting
For I can’t go on this way
Every time that I see him
I just don’t know what to say
He has cut me from his life
And he threw away my heart
I’m left here, Lord, to wonder
If you have the missing part
He claims that you’re his Savior
He says that you bring him joy
Why is it then, sweet Jesus
That he broke me like a toy?
So here I am, my Jesus
I'm uncertain what to do
But tell me, Lord, why can't he
Be forgiving just like you
Im fifteen years old
Everything seems so cold
I see no one else
I dont think god helps
My girlfrend left me
right after i gave her the key to my heart
I wasent that smart enough to realize
My pain cant be imphazied
even if you try to anaylze
Now I lay here on the floor,
Broken by what was before.
In my hand I hold a note,
As I slit my throat.
I love you is all it said,
The very thing that I dread.
Loving you was the worst mistake I ever made,
I gave you everything just to be betrayed.
The pain you caused I can't bare,
I only wish you would care.
Bleeding to my death,
I take my last breath.
And yet the last thing running through my mind,
Was the guilt of leaving you behind.
the unforgiven are those who reside
in the bliss of resentment
decades can pass and yet
they return to the repetitive accusation
the wind at the door
that never changes its tune
the one the garden rejoices in
when it leaves
the one in the furrows of the brain
where expectations run rampant
in possession of self-delusions
this is how existence should be
forgive, forget, and move on
are steps in the furrows
to heal that within
we learned that long ago from a cross
we were not meant to bear it
we were taught to conquer it
this is lost on the unforgiven
failing to forgive the reflection
where expectations birth resentments
decades devoted to the failure of both
the acerbic conversations of the unforgiven
are the entertainment of misery
for the emancipated who let God deal with it
Oregon 8/23