Redemption Poems - Poems about Redemption

Rattled into action, I’m no damsel in a tower. I’m Sleeping Beauty, grown— not rescued, just rested. Wrapped in gratitude, a quiet kiss waiting. So I crush every mistake, every “no,” every moment I felt less than— they were the broth that brined my spine, seasoned my soul. I do not recount sorrows steeped in regret. I do not carve my psyche with clever metaphors. I do not dance through the dust of...

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Redemption untold Lies are never far from fallacy Secrets are never far from power If the soil is polluted The root can’t bring no good tree Their must be a truth untold In a dying world In a world full of wars In a world of turmoil In a land of needs and wants I...

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(Early stage of “Before the Door”, 2023, original encaustic) Thank God Waves come and waves go Relentless as always Sometimes big, sometimes small And still they come But in the end What more could we ever wish for Or expect than simply this And in that is the ultimate solace Waves come and waves go And in the end what more could we want As we...

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Even now, with your hands still stained from the thing you did not mean to do— you are not beyond the river. You are not lost. Even now, with the bridge burned, with the silence ringing where love once stood, there is a thread still holding you to the center. Even now, when shame has folded you small, and the mirror shows nothing but smoke— there is a...

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Every tribe, a savior That's why we have Different religion Every person, a choice That's why everyone Has who they endowed. Every time or season Someone is risen Base on some reasons To liberate his or her people So they don't live in bondages Suffering from past ancestral mistakes. If you don't wake up You'll always initiate Break ups Because...

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How do I prove my state of mind, When time has passed and closed behind— The doors of cells and courtroom days, Still echoing in quiet ways. I cry at scenes the world forgets, Where mercy meets with no regrets— Where men in chains find stars at night, And wrong is tempered into right. The Green Mile's steps, the final chair, Still haunt me...

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Inspired to Write ??? right? I recently thought back to a time in my life I was so vulnerable. Flashbacks of a fist to my HEAD ???? I don’t wanna be dead. ?? This love I found I don’t wanna lose, please Lord help me choose. Help me choose to love myself, Help me choose to do things I love...

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"Im not doing this because you told me to Im doing this because I feel sorry for you" No, you don't. You want love. You want acceptance. You're scared it isn't real Scrapes and bare bones wilting in your soul Waiting for your joy to steal No home to call your own The eyes are windows to a world inside You...

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Sponsored by: Line Gauthier Bitesized 115 Poetry Contest.15/06/25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Weary from dreaming. Life void of meaning. Drowning in sorrow. Unable to face tomorrow. Christ The Savior appears. Vanished are all her fears....

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Wishes Hot air of the mouth Desires Baseless notions riddled with doubt I wait for you I watch for you Brave in life, coward in love Send me a sign Beacon of life from Above And so is Below Where feelings fester and grow Beneath the surface of something intangible Beneath the truth is forbidden fruit Beneath my smile is longing for you Beneath my joy are desires...

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Juicy Couture Juicy Couture Dont make ish like this no more Bring back good fashion SHEIN is tired Wool, silk, linens Put polyester in a fire The fads have faded Trends are tired Give us proper clothes Our situation is dire This waste, this consumption Our society is plagued This greed, this hunger Buying through guilt and rage A human hole Fill it with stuff Emotions take hold Fill it with fluff No...

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Father Christ rose from the dead Glorious and immortal On Easter Sunday The 3rd day after His death Father Christ ascended Body and Soul Into heaven on Ascension day 40 days after His Resurrection We say that Father Christ sits at the right hand of Eternal God The Eternal Father Almighty We mean that our Divine Lord as Eternal God is equal to the Eternal...

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My father never hit me-- he just taught me how to burn. Taught me silence was safer than softness, that anger was armor and kindness a weakness someone would use. I watched him carve the word weak into everything he feared, watched him drown my brother’s voice, cut my mother’s name from the air. Hate was our heirloom. Polished like silver. Passed down like gospel. I almost gave it...

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_______________________________________ Between these lines A poem starved of meaning lies Begging for redemption From injustice, hatred, and corruption. This poem is a mother One who stayed long after he left, the father. A young woman tracing love with blind hands A girl in a world where her rights are mistaken for demands. This poem is meaningless As spineless as a snail It makes no call...

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Discovering Light Cry Ugly shame lost its power Shame was regret… Buying into malicious judgment I wasn't good enough… He knew I was more than good enough… I gave all I was capable of… He loved me because I gave 100%… even when my 100% fell short He channeled his disappointment and hope through his poetry. Discovery emerged...

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