Funny Forgiveness Poems | Examples
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Hell is now totally empty,
Since Satan relocated to your heart;
His angels in you are plenty —
Our once-blossoming love they've torn apart.
His voice in you speaks violence,
Courting hatred and spite instead of love;
Abhorrent of our quietness,
So peace and happiness it strives to shove.
My presence now stinks like the trash,
Your words burn fierce like tongues forged in hell fire,
They scorch with vigour in a flash,
While you pile up your venoms, never tire.
Satan crawls like a snake in you,
He controls your temper and stains your tongue;
though you're blind to what I go through,
Still, I will love you till breath leaves my lungs.
I have this little Ginger Cat.
Lord knows what he sees
in me! – cutest adoring eyes
I don’t deserve; purrs in
reserve, as he settles to cuddle
and be stroked.
All I do is feed him, a bowl of
fresh water couple times a day --
box of clay for his business – but,
I could almost swear, that there is
true love for me, exhibited in even
our mundane close encounters
given a chance, he would kill every
backyard dove...just for fun shred
I guess, he’s only being a cat for I
keep him well fed
hoping God instructs Michael
to give similar latitude when it
comes to His Man
sure can be confusing, when
considering, God, and His, often, perplexing
species' plan....
I spend most of my
days at the wishing
well, tossing in loose
coins and spare change.
One wish for them,
one wish for me,
one wish for them,
one wish for me.
Only thing I ever ask
God or the universe
for myself is to
keep the cash flow
coming in.
Only thing I ever ask
God or the universe
for everybody else is
world peace and
maybe just a little
bit more music.
Global population:
8 billion;
good thing about that
is I won’t ever
run out of wishes.
Don’t be shy,
grab a friend’s hand
and let’s dance around
the world. I’ve had
enough of this war
.
Santa Claus was bellowing, things were wacked,
the giant red sleigh was packed,
the reindeer weren't harnessed up,
he stomped in the snow, broke his cocoa cup.
Suddenly, there in the far end of the barn,
what he saw caused alarm,
Rudolph was playing poker,
he was blitzed, being a joker.
Santa's face was beet red,
"Rudolph, get harnessed for the sled!"
Well, Rudolph was lit up in the wrong way,
and slurred his words to disrespectfully say.
"Hey Santa, I'm not freezing my jingle bells,
in the sky tonight, I'm in a drunken spell,"
Morty, the klutzy moose was at the barn door,
"Santa, my fellow moose and I will get you off the floor!"
And, by golly, they took the sleigh into the night,
a team of moose led by Morty's benevolent might,
Christmas Eve was saved,
and Rudolph and his team were in shame.
Santa forgave them in a few days,
because they began to go to AA,
and, in the following New Year,
they were once again Santa's favorite reindeer!
I thought to write you a love poem
and then thought, words need a
little more – so I thought to paint
you a blossom...then thought, a
picture needs an actual scent charming
enough to explore. So I got you a
Corvette, you became the ride of the
town – seldom to see you around…
I think I will think less
good riddance and God bless
Suddenly Released From Purgatory,
Restored To Life,
The Love Taken From His Youth
Returned To Him Now.
Is This What Forgiveness From God Was Like?
In The Midst Of His Aging, All Opportunities Missed,
All Youth And Vigor Lost,
This Gift, A Cruel Reminder,
Of All That Was Stolen
By Time.
BROKEN WINGS
I spread my wings
And feather
But I couldn't fly.
I open my ears
And heart
Yet I couldn't hear.
I open my mouth
And lips
But I couldn't talk.
I close my eyes
Alongside thine sunglasses
Yet I see.
I see my past
And fears
I take to the wood.
My obstacles,
Experiences I espy
I take my leave and the halt.
I'm eager to fly
Yet, my wings are broken.
It is not once or twice I lack
The words to describe the indescribables
The ink to write the numerous stories
Of how he came and went and came back
To mend the hearts he had tone apart
To console the souls he had tattooed with wounds
To mop the ocean of the tears he caused us
And hold us in his slender thighs
Put our heads on his chest and let us feel his heartbeat
The heartbeat of sorrows and regret
The heartbeat of repentance seeking for forgiveness
And I could feel his warm breath dumping my forehead
Reminding me of the love he once had for us
Of the ear to ear laughter he caused by his funny jokes and comments
This particular day revenge was the best
But I couldn't do it anymore
Upon seeing the tears forming artistic number eleven on his chubby cheeks
Upon remembering that this is the man who gave my mum the best sperm
I couldn't hold the grudge anymore
Because if he asked me to pay whatever good he had done for me,
I can't give him the exact sperm he gave
Yes,he is my father and whenever he seeks for forgiveness,he has it!
John Lenda (Poetic World,2022)
Happy
You make me laugh,
all the time.
You make me smile
when I don't want to.
You make me say things,
that I never thought I would.
You...
make me,
more me...
than I have ever been,
before in my life.
You complete me,
and send me round again,
like a circle,
on a wheel...
I feel,
truly in love.
Far Away Friend
Dear friend,
we have never met,
we only know each other...
from online.
A few words passed,
back and forth
in print.
Pictures traded,
and shared to show
small moments
of a whole life,
somewhere else,
that is not here.
I wish that I could be there,
sometimes.
Maybe...
just to have coffee,
just to sit a while.
To laugh about a funny joke,
or eat pie together,
home made,
from the peaches
in my garden.
My friend, we are friends.
That means more than you know.
It means everything and nothing...
all at once.
Sometimes...
all we can do
is pray for each other.
Distances prevent more.
Yet, the Lord hears us...
He hears every word,
uttered, for another, in peaceful calm...
remembrances of good days, and bad.
He lifts you up for me, to higher places.
He keeps you safe, and far from harm.
You are prayed for dear friend.
Even if we have never met.
Even if we will never meet.
We are still connected,
in ways that can only be explained
by the definition written on a lonely heart,
and an otherwise, forgotten soul.
Chickens
In the small box
on the counter,
there are ten tiny chickens.
They are so little,
you can hold them in your hand.
They make the softest noises,
tiny chirps and whistles,
they calm the soul.
We ordered them,
on line.
They came,
just in time.
We love the little babies,
pray they grow big,
and strong.
Pray they will help us,
remember that life...
continues,
in a blessed way,
if you but pray...
and appreciate
the day.
I'm not a Monarchist but I don't hate
The Queen. I lied to her when I was nine
At Finningley it was. We had to wait
For ages for her standing in a line
She asked me if we had a special day
Off school to come and see her and I said
We did. We didn't. She went on her way
And no-one came to say 'Off with her head'
She's just a person. I thought she was small
And looked a bit like Mum, except the nose
She didn't make a mark on me at all
Until today. It's funny how it goes
I saw her on the telly cross the road
In Enniskillen and the tears flowed
© Gail Foster 2nd June 2022
(During The Queen's visit to Enniskillen in 2012 she visited St Macartin's Cathedral and then crossed the road to the Roman Catholic Church of St. Michael)
Something happens when we accept our own defeat
There's confusion and silence ego trip wakens from sleep
Without knowing we abandon our plan to continue
Justifiably argued grandiose our opinions
Even though there's a part clinging on to the truth
Snuffed with malice deniably wrapped in reproof
We ignore it in spite of the honesty seethed
Bringing shame to toughest of men to their knees
I would offer solutions garner values and proofs
But Noone cares about honor and conviction, they lose
Genuinely said I just wish I could help
Even if I'm rebuked I will forgive you for myself
Funny isn't it? One day we will all be dead
And therefore I can die knowing there was nothing left unsaid....
Flippancy
Projects held together,
with tiny threads of hope.
Cut with sharp scissors,
a knife, or razor-blade...
Putting hard work into a thing...
each giving their all,
days without end.
Trying to make it,
turn out...
right.
And...
Then at the very last,
one side not the other,
does a funny action.
Just,
leaving a small mess,
making new marks from carelessness...
chipping the dishes, or at least just one.
Placing books out of place,
cards out of file.
Anything at all to make it,
less than it should be.
How sad...
How true...
How real...
No answer at all
that makes any sense,
as to the "why"?
Ann Foster BooksbyAFoster
Today
I made the grocery list
For delivery.
The breads, the turkey
Slices, and ham, the lettuce
For salad
Which led to discussing tomatoes;
The yogurt, milk, cream;
peanut butter; tissues even,
But, oh confound!
I forgot cake!
How do I forgive myself that?
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(c) sally young Eslinger 3/14/21