Long Pities Poems
Long Pities Poems. Below are the most popular long Pities by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Pities poems by poem length and keyword.
Who can really forgive us...
if not God Himself whose love for us
is measured by endless kindness?
I tried to forgive others,
and although the grudge is forgotten,
the unpleasant images, the hurtful words and the evident pain...
are hardly revoked by the indelible pen!
God, ease my torment and sleeplessness, to let my bitterness end!
I can't pretend that all is well...
that they are forgiven when resentment still avenges
as a sword piercing the flesh...making it bleed;
and as any human being, with faults and imperfections,
I must look to you Lord: to gather my strength and forgive them!
Nothing I will hold back while I am being cleansed,
and if tears fall, it is the pity towards me, not them...
for not having been kind enough to have confronted my greed!
Show me one person who has not sinned,
and among those who dislike this truth...
that individual won't be me; pretentious honesty
is the biggest lie which makes us stare
in a fogged-up mirror without prospective;
examine the glances of liars who deceive
by appearance, and more than us they cling to uncertainty...
to hide and deny the turmoil of their fretful thoughts!
Who can really forgive us...
without ever remembering our sins?
Society is too proud to humble itself,
to extend understanding and forgiveness;
it is God who pities us and desires to save our wretched souls:
to make them shine with a celestial light when clouds abound,
forbidding storms to trouble our inner peace...
and has anyone ever exalted Him with a loud sound?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
These days they protect the sinners unlawfully
discarding all good values where equality has become a twisted act
against victims loyalty burning sacrifice hell
it has no fury like the scorn of the devil in such a beast
unforgiving creatures born from nightmares
they exist to walk this earth like a plague
fighting this evil chain weighing heavy doomsday
disturbing humanities balance in such weakness their grows strength
where hope cries for the love of God within pities sake
truth is overturned inside seedless lies corrupting morality
giving the podium to a shame and disgrace against peace
the oldest story has awakened today leaping through time
errors of judgement will befall us all if we remain blind
Nothing but puppies;
Swam with the guppies;
Hang out cause their buddies,
When they get out of the pool yukky
Smelly are the fur biddies,
And those floppies, kitties,putties, putty, puffy, bunnies,
Eaten all the yuppy gummies,
While those piggies huskies tummy’s are muddy
Biddies, buddy, buggies, bunny, butties, copies,cubbies, cuppy, druggies, Duckies, fluffy, funny, fuzzy,
Guppies, hungry for honey,
hubbies, huggies, huskies, lovelies, lucky, lumpy, money, monies, muddy, mummies, nappies,piggies, pities, puppy
Swam with the guppies;
Hang out cause their buddies,
Nothing but puppies;
5/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
When I got my right hand fractured,
Owing to a fall, I never felt fear captured;
My left wrist is right, and I could do,
I thought, my duties, I will never woe;
Destiny, yet, has its unique ways,
Every hand has God's image rays;
What man plans need not come true,
Man's fall before God can triviality prove;
I fell again and broke my left wrist,
Like a wings-clipped bird my trust got a twist;
I was like a handicapped now, I understood,
Though many, to assist me, with me ever stood;
My body they washed; my hunger they fed,
My bed they made and made sure I slept;
My heart, yet, grew restless amidst cares rare,
Sleeplessness had become my daily share;
Thoughts mine flew far away from me,
Like bats and owls, at night, flying free;
And peeped the lives of people like me,
Handicapped yet trust in divine mercy;
I could feel the pain of the ham-handed,
Lame, deaf, dumb, and born-blind-eyed;
With hands of hope and legs of trust,
Led by inner light they go glee-lit;
Though, like a romantic, I used to think,
I must be their savior; but in truth, shrunk;
My pities and sympathies turned utopian,
That had no reality-rooted love and action;
It's, hence, new wisdom, now, I went ahead,
When I am well I'll fulfill all I'd missed, I said -
The moments I failed to look at the lame,
Leave alone aiding them to reach their aim;
I would reach out to the blind who constantly,
Stumble and fall and try to rise consciously;
Poor and needy who I had turned my eyes from,
The fallen that needed hands to hold them firm;
And every helpless creature of this universe,
Who needs love and care I’ll give true solace;
Thank you, Lord, for granting me this realization,
May my celebrations ever become love-oblation!
20 November 2021
Thanksgiving Blessings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Block by block I'll build my towers,
A flock of my toys are flowers,
No clock would measure my play time,
A knock on my door is a crime.
The more I build the more it falls,
It wore a beauty with no walls,
The floor pities it with a room...
whenever falling is its doom.
Tho' fast wind speed keeps falling it,
But I won't concede, I won't quit,
I need not stop building again,
The more I try the more I gain.
The clouds forgot to send a rain,
So hot sweats now soaked wet my rein,
Failures bought teardrops for my eyes,
Defeats got heavy on my thighs.
Night came to blacken my vision,
Dream became my best decision,
My tower there then shamed the wind,
But why did sleep claim it behind?
8th September, 2024.
Contest: Nursery Rhymes 7
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Contest Judged: October 4th, 2024 12:06:00 PM
Placement: First
Mob Rule
Tom’s Opinion
July 16, 2020
Today mob rule is taking over our nation,
its time for those in charge, to grow a backbone.
Street mob rule must be brought to cessation,
turning a blind eye signals that they condone.
An era of mob rule is taking over some cities,
by wiping out history a way of life is corroded.
Done under the guise of showing others our pities,
we’ll soon find ourselves as a nation imploded.
The time was chosen when in a survival mode,
for progressives to push their new paradigm.
Oversensitive lawbreakers alleging their owed,
blatherskite doesn’t work, for action it’s past time.
History is, what it was; our ansestors weren’t perfect.
good or bad we can’t change the past.
We can review it, learn from it, and be better because of it.
Tom
The Youth:
The clock's face smirks at me.
It mocks my glare and irks me.
I roll my eyes, it grinds its gears.
I tap my pen, it tocks and sneers,
its minute hand a finger
that flips me off and ticks me off...
This class will never end.
The Dead:
The clock is a useless tool,
only taunting fools who let it,
only making rules that people fuel
by immersing their lives
in stringent time.
The Elder:
The clock 's face pities me.
It stares at me with sympathy.
It counts each white hair on my head.
It counts the lines that branch and spread
across my weary skin.
It ticks and tricks just like a bomb
counting down to an epilogue.
It counts my beats like a metronome
And tocks in foreign tongues.
Still, I dread the day
this torture stops.
The Dead:
The clock is a useless tool,
measuring mortality,
narrowing vitality.
Don't let it tick-tock away
the waning moments
and fine components
of your final days.
For Craig's "Talking to Yourself" contest
God knows me needing for urgent care
Beseeching for His assured welfare
Ailing with discontentment’s scare
While longing for His promises I treat as rare.
God brings me to His throne where at His blessings I can stare!
God understands me sighing anxiously
Expressing my complaints sorrowfully
Murmuring about unfairness grudgingly
While questioning my state bitterly.
God counsels me to seek His will meaningfully!
God recognizes me struggling against frustration
Succumbing to sinfulness’ oppression
Leaning toward welcoming desperation
While craving for His pardon’s restoration.
God grants me forgiveness toward Christ-like transformation!
God remembers me cringing in difficulty
Mourning over my self-inflicted calamity
Grieving because of worldliness-caused infirmity
While yearning for His joy and tranquillity.
God corrects me with His mercy so I can attain biblical maturity!
God pities me in my woes, feeling worthless
Wallowing in the futility of slothfulness
Afflicted with the guilt of fruitlessness
Pleading for His compassion* and faithfulness.
God instructs me to serve Him thru His power to enjoy His bountifulness!
*Psalm 86:15 ...Thou, O Lord, art a God full of compassion, and gracious, longsuffering, and plenteous in mercy and truth.
April 18, 2018
we awoke to five machine guns
staring at us
all were American made
therein a comfort
another American in a foreign land
the caveat, Federales were holding them
we were naked
Sally from the Alley and i
wanted to ask us a few questions
i made my way to my pants
promising God, if you would
get me out of this one
i will never touch another drop
the caveat, never promise in haste
as she arose
five machine guns followed her
half-naked across the room
the caveat, opportunity invites celerity
quickly i slipped my grip on the rum
two swallows down
Paul's epistle to Timothy
a little wine for thy stomach's sake
and your frequent ailments
such as my hangovers
on the other bed lay
Tennyson, Kerouac, Yeats, Dickinson
playing deaf and dumb
along with a quarter pound of smoke
i will give you five to one
they take the smoke
and leave the poets alone
the caveat, they did
well gentlemen say i
none spoke English
i will give you five to one
i will get out of this
God pities drunks and idiots
already two get-out-of-jail-free cards
i did after hours of questioning
a refresher course on Mexican law
and the realization come morning
the reason for all of this
i would be burying another friend
because of alcohol
just when you have life figured
it slaps the smile away
Fergus Falls 96 The Patient Stones
“The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom...You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.” William Blake, Proverbs of Hell
God sees the poor in spirit* groaning in pain
Languishing in fleshly miseries where they’re slain
Being ruled by discouragement that’s vain
While hoping for His miracle to gain.
God invites them to immerse himself in His loving domain!
God hears them crying for divine aid and support
Excruciating from downfall’s discomfort
Wailing due to deceit and false report
While begging for His help, their ultimate resort.
God leads them to kneel with faith humbly before His gracious fort!
God knows them needing for urgent care
Beseeching for His assured welfare
Ailing with discontentment’s scare
While longing for His promises they treat as rare.
God brings them to His throne where at His blessings they can stare!
God understands them sighing anxiously
Expressing their complaints sorrowfully
Murmuring about unfairness grudgingly
While questioning their state bitterly.
God counsels them to seek His will meaningfully!
God recognizes them in their struggles against frustration
Succumbing to sinfulness’ oppression
Leaning toward welcoming desperation
While craving for His pardon’s restoration.
God grants them forgiveness upon confessing their iniquities of destruction!
God remembers them cringing in difficulty
Mourning over their self-inflicted calamity
Grieving because of worldliness-caused infirmity
While yearning for His joy and tranquility.
God cares for them with His mercy, guiding them by His light’s authority!
God pities them in their woes as they feel worthless
Wallowing in the futility of slothfulness
Afflicted with the guilt of fruitlessness
Pleading for His compassion and faithfulness.
God instructs them to serve Him thru His power to enjoy His bountifulness!
*Matthew 5:3 Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
December 15, 2018
7th place, "Tinker, Taylor" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward; judged on 12/29/2018.