Short Exoneration Poems
Short Exoneration Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Exoneration by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Exoneration by length and keyword.
Premature Exoneration
"It's a cuckold I am!", Mick sadly said
"I'm after finding black hairs in me bed!"
"An' there's a relief!"
Sighed Ginger O'Keefe
"I was shure ye were aboot ta say red!"...
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Categories:
exoneration, holiday, humor,
Form:
Limerick
I Take Great Pleasure In the Kill
i take great pleasure in the kill
cherish the stalking
relish in the agony bestowed
and true to form never give
the gift of death
that would only give a chance
to some weaker moment
seeking exoneration
Oregon 8/23...
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Categories:
exoneration, betrayal, introspection, passion,
Form:
Free verse
what the dog ate
A feeble excuse that's plain as day,
given in the forlorn hope
it evokes forgiveness and pity,
with a lame witty ditty tale,
about what the dog ate,
is demacing, defacing, emacing and demurring.
It voids the hope of mercy, pardon and exoneration
that the dog ate as well....
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Categories:
exoneration, education, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
King
He is the King of my world
He makes everything fit in their mould
when things are in disarray
I know I am part of the potter’s clay
when I weep and feel empty
He turns around and show me love aplenty
I can walk a tight rope
fail the King at times, but He gives me scope
exoneration a honor
a blessing from up yonder
He is my King
the reason why my heart sings…
6th place
YAY FOR "K"
Sponsored by: NIKKO PALMARIO...
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Categories:
exoneration, faith, love, upliftingme,
Form:
Rhyme
Ledger
Hereto, as my soul lies dying,
throttled by the winds of change,
hobbled by the wrath of time
'til nothing but a gasp remains.
There abides a wisp of evil
tempered with a shred of grace,
an iota of confusion
on this saint/sinner's face.
I'm not meant to meet my Maker
'til I've done what I must do
to set the ledger to Your liking,
strike a chord 'twixt me and You.
then will I be granted access,
evil, grace, confusion mixed,
I will need exoneration,
all my faults and foibles fixed....
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Categories:
exoneration, religion,
Form:
Quatrain
Ledger
Hereto, while my soul lies dying,
throttled by the winds of change,
hobbled by the wrath of time
'til nothing but a gasp remains.
There abides a trace of mischief
tempered with a shred of grace,
an iota of confusion
on this saint/sinner's face.
I'm not meant to meet my Maker
'til I've done what I must do
to set the ledger to His liking,
strike a chord 'twixt me and you.
I will need exoneration,
all my mischief set to rest,
then will I be granted access,
take my place among the blessed....
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Categories:
exoneration, spiritual,
Form:
Quatrain