Short Absolving Poems
Short Absolving Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Absolving by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Absolving by length and keyword.
There once was a man with a stave
Overseeing a holy enclave ...
Well, maintaining a grin
While absolving the sin,
He assessed wicked tales and forgave
Lost in today,
found in tomorrow
tears roll like silver
lace beaded swans
Chasteness wanton,
timestamped forever
music absolving
—calling beyond
(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)
Some people believe that sin
Is easily washed away
Like scum on a bathtub wall
Sin sticks to your DNA
Although you may feel absolved
There is a Judgment Day
When all of your offspring discover
They have the Devil to pay
Lord,
my soul
to claim in
your hands and warp
and weft your timbre endowments in me.
thus, above allowing and absolving
emotional
and sinful
pleasure,
thoughts.
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Sable
Gable
Betray’l
Fatal
Eyes that pierced, not sable, Gable-gray.
Won’t give a d$mn - betray’l fatal bray.
Absolving his harlot Scarlet wife.
Dismissive of starlit starlet strife.
Harlot
Scarlet
starlit
starlet
Our scars
self-requited
define
who we are
The pain
when it’s welcome
embedded
unmarred
Each blemish
redeeming
those choices
to blame
Absolving
our future
releasing
the shame
(‘Searching For Crazy Horse:’ September, 2010)
Forgiveness
Merciful, kindhearted
Absolving, spiritualizing, uplifting
Benevolence, compassion, coldness, malevolence,
Condemning, secularizing, depressing
Cruel, hardhearted,
Blame
© November 15, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
They guard lost gardens
Criss-cross forgotten rivers of solitude
All future seasons they rotate
Absolving rage with mute and gentle grace
Sweet angels
Blind to reason they spark rainbows
random, silent arcs that transform space.
They are constant, strange, eternal,
the very breath, and brain of God.
Suzanne Delaney
When I spoke absolution, mercy upon another, when absolving her of errors.
My soul was weightless, ascending through the air, a peace within me.
The path leading me here was not without toils, or bleak descensions.
Yet this jubilee I have gained emitted a rapturous glow through my fleece.
My soul's corpse once more began its meter; flitting to a lost rhythm of life.
Woke to a world with colors brushed by a pallet forged of the hearts benevolence.