Sinners Poems - Poems about Sinners

Sinners, we're all afire, Immersed in our desire, Naught can impact flame, No one really to blame, Earthy, human embers, Revival, age remembers, Sensual, our Decembers!...

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Jesus in toga or tunic Wrote notes that use symbols runic But Trump Musk and Vance Don loose yoga pants To hide now each is a eunuch...

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(A lone figure, kneels and prays. Watched by his faithful cat, Rudolph) I was born a sinner Lord For all us triers are Blindly sent to live by You An unknown higher power To try to defeat the Devil's temptations and sin But now at 75 and slowly dying It's no use crying Wishing I had done better I've sinned all my life to...

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There certainly is no reason For you to be afraid I've done this many, many times And always made the grade I'm talking about delivering sinners Bringing them back Back from a sinful life When they are redeemed Their smiles are big and eyes are bright...

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In the realm of human desire, not all wishes are granted. A soul worn weary need not succumb to desperation's weight, But rather, find solace in stillness, and await the divine hand. When turmoil strikes, the heart must be a fortress, brave and strong. I've wandered through life's spheres, and witnessed the human plight, Nothing ravages the soul like loneliness,...

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POEMS ABOUT SAINTS AND SINNERS Of Seabound Saints and Promised Lands by Michael R. Burch Judas sat on a wretched rock, his head still sore from Satan’s gnawing. Saint Brendan’s curragh caught his eye, wildly geeing and hawing. "I’m on parole from Hell today!," Pale Judas cried from his lonely perch. "You’ve fasted forty days, good Saint! Let this rock by my church, my baptismal,...

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In this vast void of existence, we stand, Hearts bleeding out, met with the back of a hand. Alone we stagger in life's endless night, Chasing shadows, devoid of respite. We drift, lifeless shells, in an aimless march, Haunted by silence, under heaven's starched arch. Bound by ancestral chains, heavy and severe, I ache for release, for the end to draw near. We're...

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Saints and Sinners The smile is broad But the heart is bile an outstretched hand is birthed from a saintly pouch But alas, such as richly coated but with a shortened desire A frail passion A flinty heart devoid of piety thus encapsulated within a virtuous being Whereby Enrobing both saints and sinners ...

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He came and dwelt among men And shared a vision of heav'n; To Him some opened their doors, But more denied their favors. With sinners He sat and supped; Thus, others called Him corrupt. But they did not understand: He changed their hearts with His hand. He walked and taught in byways And always with gentle gaze; Some gladly took His offer, Others remained a...

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The goodness of God surrounds me every day It goes before me in all I do And overwhelms me body and soul For he loves me unconditionally Day and night I wallow in His goodness Even when I go the way of sinners He never gives up on me He continues to look out for me His faithfulness remains sure For...

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Bad ears for God's direction! You spare him your correction: Strong lust and quick ******** Not unlike insurrection Against Booked Resurrection... It's mind set for conjecture To yet taste misadventure: Knickers safe after venture Go back to Bonaventure For tomorrow's adventure... A sinner still the winner, Around driving fine Sienna!...

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Sinners, unhealthy, alcoholics, drug addicts Lend me your ear This should include most But there are many great physicians That have learned to heal themselves And there are many religions That have found there own praise We have sciencetist That have figured out where they came from We have meteorologist That keeps getting our clothes wet For we left the umbrella at home Then we...

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A Mended Fence A Sinners Doubt David J Walker The sin is in The sin is out The sin is to pretend and not to doubt where truth begins a ragged rout the books all blend the rancor’s shout with trails of gloom or gratitude a tactile room too often skewed as hues...

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Aren't we all sinners in the eyes of the world And aren't we all lost in this very world For we always seeking approval from each other From people who most times don't understand at all For we all have cups over flowing Some cups pouring out pure pain Cause their cups were chalices of poison Hate is all they've...

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You knew me when I built monsters Before the days when you bled You knew me when I surrendered To the nightmares in my head You were just a child Nothing's ever changed I see the child in you Like some eternal flame Come take my hand Share my lonely dinner Tell me if you think I'm a poet or sinner Poet or sinner Tell me what I...

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