Sin Poems | Examples

Glory Bender

You cannot read their minds.
They hide their true intentions,
Like hunters do in blinds,
Too late for circumventions.

Baited by their chumming,
They boast by saying this,
"You cannot stop what's coming!"
Their assassins did not miss.

Cruel conquest brings them joy.
"Like a lion I raged!"
With their prey they will toy,
With sport they are engaged. 

But lost in all this glory,
They fail to understand.
It's God who writes the story-
His responses are preplanned!

What you plot against Him,
While you celebrate your win,
Your win is just the prelim-
He will turn it into ruin!

Better consider the Cross!
Jesus died for gain, not loss.
He mocks their succumbing, 
"You cannot stop what's coming!"

Shampoo and Soap

  
    If shampoo and soap 
      could wash away
    the sins I may commit today

    I’d stand for hours
      beneath a shower
    Anything so as not to pray

eve

echoes
viper's
edits

As Death Draws Near

As death draws near, we have reason to reflect.
At God's judgment, will we stand tall, free of defect? 
If we could, would it be just the aftereffect
of a life lived for self, with pride’s introspect?
What did God ordain with the word, resurrect?

There comes to the soul, a day when we subject
our mind to guilt as a sinner, immoral, suspect.
We can put the blame on evil’s misdirect
but our faults we can own in circumspect
bond with the God-head, we no longer reject.

My friend, at the reckoning, in Christian prospect,
we'll all fall on our faces in awe and respect
for the Savior, Christ our Lord, grand Architect
who can redeem, empower, thereby perfect
stark lives that once faced death's dark disconnect.

What did God ordain with the word - resurrect?
Change, redirection from the dead, in effect.
When Jesus’ forgiveness for sin we accept
we bow the knee in service and genuflect
to glorious grace as God’s chosen elect.

BRING YOUR SIN

Bring your sin and the ugliness within
It’s all we bring: our part of the equation
But He quickens us to Christ
This Desire of every nation
The ingredients found in the preparation
Is the recipe for God’s vindication
It’s more than a metaphor
It’s an intimate union prepared by the Lord
And as we doubt and fall, sinking as did Peter
Let us cry out to our Overcomer and Leader
(And daily we need our Savior because of our behavior)
“Mein Körper und mein Blut” says Martin Luther
But it’s more than just elements
But we have faith (and sin we exchange)
For our development
(It’s a spiritual imbibing of Jesus Christ
Needed for the Christians ambling through this life)
Myriads and myriads of angels 
Descending and ascending on Jacob’s Ladder
For periods and periods in eternal life
We will live this faith (with each other), and for our Master
(In closing hear the pastor’s call, to all)
The Law and The Gospel, they work in tandem 
As the Old Testament puts the baton in the New Testament hand 
This is our faith that’s not contrary to reason
Even as we walk together with The King of the land

Old Sins Cast Long Shadows

As the Moon rises in the east
barely showing its face above the horizon
the Penumbral Eclipse takes form
heralding the full weight of the time
a new Shadow was about to be cast over me.
Dark has cloaked my deeds up until now.
The Blood Moon enchants with its splendour
and ultimately the reflected light from the Sun 
is embraced by illuminated corners of my heart—
subdued, as it reflects tentative forgiveness
rewarding me for changing my ways.

I’m set in my ways.
I yearn for unconditional forgiveness
of the ingrained dark corners of my heart—
reflecting my own perception of me. 
A Blood Moon stirs fear in the heart
as my darkly disturbing thoughts reveal secrets.
Old shadows are difficult to cast off—
taunted by the recall of lighthearted times.  
When the Penumbral Eclipse faded
remorse latched onto the dark side 
of the moon on its arc to set in the west.

dew of the willy wag-tail

You sure don't care,
of the willy wag's
tail flickering,
a glorious
morning,
in
opposition
to burning trees,
a desolation
held so fast,
burning embers
flickering hands
casting out
those flames...
a fire-starter,
whose time begins,
this sick-ness
is the air
we breathe
and try to forgive.....
our sins
and theirs,
and the dark is here
as the flood-lights,
illuminates new-born skies
to eliminate past cries..

Watercourse

Invisible to eye,
not because I don’t see,
but I refuse to look,
be baptized by water.
   I drink gin;
   kin to pride.
   I won’t win;
   sin is sly.
   Satan’s grin.

Impure Yet Pure Love

Though he is can be as quiet as an ash tone of gray,
I still see he and I still ongoing in near future someday.
I love him for how he makes me satisfactorily unclean.

Monoxide Killer

It came quiet as the night
Nothing you could fight
It drifted unnoticed in the air
More lethal than an angry bear

He didn't feel a breeze, he didn't feel a change
Nothing out of order, nothing struck him strange
It bound to his hemoglobin, 200 times as strong
His cells were suffocating, all systems going wrong.

They found him in my car, a snow drift behind
The got him out in time for the poison to unwind
I researched it, other compounds also creep in stealth
They may change the way you act, they may destroy your health.

A crime mob found this out, they can ambush, poison you
The motive might be foggy, the method leaves no clue
Just another thing to worry about these days
Bad things can happen, in so many new ways.

See, there are crimes you know were done
But with stealthy drugs in air, there is no smoking gun
We can rub the wrong guy the wrong way
then wonder why the joy fades out, and our life goes gray.

Truthful Lies

Whispers draped in silver thread,
Promises soft, but sharp when read,
The tongue, a painter, skilled and sly,
Crafts a world from truthful lies.

A candle glows in shadow’s skin,
Light concealed where dark begins,
Hope is sold in fragile guise,
By merchants dealing truthful lies.

They dress the wound with tender care,
While leaving poison hidden there,
A smile can mask a thousand cries,
And truth dissolves in truthful lies.

Yet somewhere deep, beneath the guise,
A clearer flame, unchained, will rise.
For though deceit may cloud the skies,
The soul remembers—truth survives

Bottomless bottles of bile, in my wake

In my wake, if i were to awaken,
O' wakeful wonder to wrench mine withered eyes 
Aware'f the withering summer haze
Out in my bright eyed future, out in my cross toe'd path
Pompous poppies t'prop mine withering body
Lest f'saken soil shall chance this chance and enwrap thy very soul
Whole, wholly in unholy disrepair 
Where thy feet ne'er make a pair

In my wake, where bottomless bile surely shalln't sate,
Grace be with grace whereth fate form'd nigh near'r thy hate
voracious, inherent, timbered'n barrels 
Embedded beneath thy bedded tomb t'ferment 
Fraught feminal petticoats bed thy bones'n skin, t'sit within
Barrelled quarrels quashed'n quaint fricatives,
T'lace these afaced wicked motives.
Foot befitting feet b'fore foolish faces reverberate foolish vows
F'petty petticoats liven' lieu'f laced love.

In my latent wake, 
Tend t'the petty posies 
T'prop mine body 
Towards th'lascerating ladle'f love,
And into th'deepening dish'f self-hate.

24//8//25

Alliterative Poetic--Villain

does  dastardly  deeds

Gravity's Mime

Rising
by sin
falling
by virtue
Caught in the
blind spot
of destiny’s
rhyme

Words
overweight
in consonant
sorrow
Vowels
deftly stolen
inverting
— the time

(Cooke City Montana: August, 2025)

Removed from Omar's Bucket List

       First grade class trip, a slow cruise down the Nile
       So rudely derailed by three crocodiles

          They flashed kids their grins
          They wanted to sin!

       Newly evolved ~ erectile reptiles!

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