Penitence Poems - Poems about Penitence

I went there at my own risk, Destiny played an ugly trick. Whirling like Eddies, Tough and the unsteadies. An unknown fear, Nothing is that easier. I haven’t played yet, Time has no reversal gate . So terrifying and disturbing , No end to these struggling. Hearing a divine voice, Echoes you and your choice. Entered into being tempted, Mistakes were restored and repeated. Own selection and recreation, Can’t expect...

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A hunter boy born to God fearing parents Was taught from his very early childhood; Failure to attend church on Sundays needed penitence As it was an act of defying God and dishonoring His parenthood The boy faithfully took the advice to his heart But his fad for hunting was too irresistible to put away Brazenly, he skipped church on one...

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What never was rued when was said, And even what no one did say When strangely did hurt them today, Fire in love had to show its red. When stirring heart was laid afore, And words of lips sweet nothing said, But wispy eyes vaguely conveyed, It reached straight to the deepest core. Heart hears...

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In penitence I bow down to his throne, head bowed in shame, heart heavy with my sin. My sobbing whispers heard by God alone as I recount the ways my faith wears thin. He gives a heart of flesh, and ears to hear, for he who seeks the Lord will surely find. Then in uncluttered silence God draws near; His Word the...

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painting: The Penitent Peter by El Greco In penitence I kneel before your throne, head bowed with shame, heart weighed down with sin, my sobbing whispers heard only by God recounting the ways I, like a sheep, have gone astray. When I keep silent, my bones waste away but when I...

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The first time that I cut myself, I heard my mother distraught, My father in denial, my sister Blaming herself and my brother Barely moving. The second time that I cut myself, I pictured a perfect day, a perfect life. I pictured a grassland, a home In between, smooth, gushing wind And the calmness in it all. The third time...

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Poetically I'm in my feelings, Wanting to be chastised by you. The scars left behind, signed by you. Fingernails and lip prints Moans barely audible; whispers of you. Cream, and for ovation ingredients of you. My sin needs your religion. I'd follow you. Saving grace lying in wait to taste the undoing of your fate embraced by your out stretched arms Entirely forgiven for all things I'm about to...

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I hated you. God I gave myself every reason to hate you. Even though they weren’t real, But at the same time I’d do anything for you. Sometimes it’s more like I want to kill you, But I would always kill for you. We’ve only got each other, And that’s always going to be that way, All the way till the end. I can’t...

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Father Father bless me I bear a burden of sin sin a heavy block of tin pray God thee I need break free from the evil bondage I've in been from early age Father I'm the little mouse a squatter in the mission house My heart is full of mischief I'm that wanted thief who operates in the sacristy Eating the communion pastry and never the wine—none with...

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In love’s limited life Equal are my losses and gains I’ve gained some tear’s drops in eyes And peace for ever lost Some wishes still remain to be met Some tears that I’ve not yet shed My heart still some stories keeps That could not ever come to my lips There are tears veiled by my smiles There are pains hidden...

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In love’s limited life Equal are my losses and gains I’ve gained some tear’s drops in eyes And peace for ever lost Some wishes still remain to be met Some tears that I’ve not yet shed My heart still some stories keeps That could not ever come to my lips There are tears veiled by my smiles There are pains hidden...

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Penance A thousand souls queue outside his confessional while he scans the cards of sins. How many Hail Marys, Our Fathers, rosaries will be dealt today? Wisely dispensed devotions from behind the brown curtain, the shadow grid, will part God’s pearly gates for a penitent multitude. I’m at the back of the line and worry I’ll not make it to the booth in time. ©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins April 21,...

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Love + me will always = pain. Disappointments and knowledge are the results I gain. Mending gradually yet the heart remains the same. Closets are filled to capacity with no vacancy to place the blame. I hate myself, this flesh never seems to redeem. Outward appearances capture strangers' eyes; their conjured reflections evade my dreams. I'm not good enough; I will...

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