Forgive Me Son Poems | Examples
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Mother mother
You are to me
All things good that life can be
This love of life
You gave to me
Then let me love it
Left me to see
The path I would choose
To go on my own
You held in your feelings
And left me alone
The person I was
The person I am
You gave me my youth
Because your my best mam
Forgive me my mam
For the years that we've lost
I should have been home
No matter the cost
So I write you this poem
To say thanks and say sorry
For over the years
For the stress and the worry
That I put you through
I write this with love
and I write this for you
My best mam,
The source of pleasure, that life once bring to me is over,
The sacrifices I made, till this day there is no total.
I have tried, time and time to add up what I have lost will take forever,
What I came up with is this, I lost two children and my companion all together.
What I have now is just my life?
Why would I try to spark up enough energy to start a fight?
Fight for my family, that detest me because of their spiteful mother,
What have I done, in the past five years that now you say to me, you have another?
After two children, now that is it,
Just remember one more thing about me, I will never quit.
Catya and Jordan, my two guardian angels that I cannot see,
Never all the way through, my life you will never forgive me.
To my two most precious creators that God started all of us from seeds,
And one day when you read my poetry you will see, why I am The Last of the Dying Breed!
I might wash up fine now
I might dress well now
But I'll still be a son of a farmer
Son of a laborer who has to work hard
So forgive me if I don't fit in your class
I came from grasses before riches
And i learnt to be humble, not just the word
For all what we had was enough for a simple life
Cause their were many mouths to feed
With an extra mouth after every 2 years
Cause my siblings kept popping
And we'd call it blessing till we had enough of that
I might look so fine now
But I can get my hands dirty
Don't be fooled by my fine linen
And I can put it all away and put on my rags
Cause I don't want to soil this fine image
So I put it aside as I get to work
For I need to eat so I can't be petty
And at the end of the day money's money
It all looks the same and does the same
So why would I be afraid of my roots
Roots that fed me and made me this diverse
And though I might be this great, I don't mind being son of a farmer
The PO£T
Today I leave for my home,
I have spent years on the roam,
months sleeping under the dome.
Hungry with little to eat,
at home servants eat choice meat;
but here I live on the street.
I squandered my father's wealth,
and have ruined my own health.
A bad hand, I have been dealth.
"Though my conduct deserves death,
forgive me as you did Seth,
before you breathe your last breath."
When I was a boy I did not understand
Just how much was carried by my Father’s hand.
But now that I’m older, I stand in his shoes
And see all the burdens a man can’t refuse.
I’d nothing but time that I wasted each day.
With no nine-to-five and with no bills to pay.
Through years and experience fin'ly I’ve found
That I understand why he wasn’t around.
It’s funny, I think, but in ways kind of cruel
How time, of all things, makes us each out as fool.
There’s never enough and it goes by so fast,
Before we all know it, the future’s the past.
Each moment we’re given, they say, is a gift
But good times zip past us, impossibly swift.
We live in the present, the hours drag on
And suddenly realize how much is gone…
I’m sorry now, Dad. I just wish I had known
The lessons I’ve learned since I made my own home.
The burdens that came with each choice I made:
The chores to be done and the bills to be paid.
The worries and fears that we cannot control
That heavily weigh upon our hearts and souls.
Forgive me please, Dad, for now I understand
Just how much is carried by a Father’s hand.
I wish I could help you understand what it feels like to lose a man, your father.
The clichés now ring clear, a story which began with a ring to my mother.
The fear of loss, you will be no loss, and I never gave a toss about you.
If only I knew that nothing I said was true, and I hope you do, father.
I still have hope that somebody will give me a poke and wake me from this desperate slumber.
I’ll open my eyes and sigh as you do, when I see a message from your number.
But maybe this is not that type of nightmare, and there is some truth to the lie.
It is that which I can’t realise, as I had thought death resided out of sight in the skies.
Its distant echo would be drowned out by your voice, it would have to tug and prise, eventually giving way to your strength, scrambling away from you to another.
But it’s true so please forgive me when I smile and cry like we are together.
All I can say to you now is please don’t go too far, my father.
LORD, this morning, thank you. This SONnet will please, tease, release:
I greet thee, having access to Your throne by Jesus
And His sacrifice on Calvary: We pray against the Virus
With a sunshiny name, an aura of a name, garland ...
Coronoa Virus, COVID VIRUS, or SARS-Cov-2, Thy Hand
Is mighty and righteous, always Righteous, even in judgment
We deserve judgment, but we ask for Mercy
God of Grace and Love, forgiveness and Provisioning
Forgive me my greed, envy, jealousy, smallness and scheming
I intercede for others now, nations and peoples, as Moses & Joshua
Canada, guide, teach, help Canada and leaders there
Cuba,Chile,Chad, Comoros: Guide, teach, help them and leaders there
All states beginning with the Letter "C": help them all, guide its Premiers
All of us deserve judgment, we asked for it in many ways, but forgive!
Mama I'm sorry
for what I've done
I am sorry for those
sins I've caused from the womb
I misbehave
but with Jesus
through Him
I am saved
Mama I'm sorry for what I've done
I'm sorry for all the wrongs
Forgive me your sinful son
I am a product Adam
I hidden my shames and sins in the brush
I was naked I have lost
This I confess
but now I've turned around
I'm put a cloth of righteousness on
and through Jesus's grace
I cannot face
I'm sorry for what I've done
Unrighteous son
Mama forgive me for what I've done
5/11/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
What do you tell a son
who leaves for a far-away place
To build a life with his new wife
to carve out space to run his race
What do you tell such a son
What do you tell a son
You love too much to hold back
Yet try to tell him that
and your voice just cracks
What do you tell such a son
What do you tell a son
who's made big plans
in whose happiness way
you never would stand
What do you tell such a son...
What do you tell a son
who comes crawling back home
on his hands and his knees
who says, "I failed, Dad.
Forgive me, please."
Won't you forget what I done
Please forgive me won't you son
Should never've touched that gun
Mom's love truly was my only one
Didn't mean the killin' I done
Never tell 'em I'm the one
Should never've touched that gun
Forgive me please won't you son
The circle surely is now broken
For all feelings long unspoken
I deeply hurt you when I ran
Please don't hate me 'cause you can
Your heart is open and always been
Some lettin' out and lettin' in
But before the next teardrop falls
Take them pictures off the walls
Remember me when long time gone
All you've got is this sad song
Like a sudden gust of wind, my words were too strong
And in no time at all, I knew that I was wrong
My words were few but hurtful and insensitive
And forever sealed in my mind are his words in reply
Following him to his room, I saw and felt the pain in his eyes
when he loudly shouted four words to me, "Not from you dad!"
I slowly backed away from his doorway, wishing that I could take back
my critical words, but it was too late. It was then that I quickly realized
that it was not too late to apologize. So I found a place of quiet and wrote
these words of apology:
Jem.
When I walked away from your door, I wanted to cry.
You would think that I knew better than to approach
you in that way-insensitive to your feelings.
I'm so sorry son. Please forgive me.
You guys are not kids anymore, and it's probably best
to not speak my opinions if you don't ask for them.
I'm 69, and we need for my latter years to be good for you.
It hurts inside that I hurt you with my words tonight.
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God had a plan
I did not know
One rainy night
He was called to go
To heaven he went
To fill Gods plan
One so wonderful
Only he would understand
A guardian Angel
My son became
To watch over his mother
And keep me sane
I see your face
When I look toward the moon
The thing that keeps me going
I know I'll see you soon
God take care of my son
You took him away
He was only eighteen
He should be here today
I'll never forgive you
I'll never know why
You took him away
You let him die
It's not fair
It's not right
You took him from me
On one rainy night
Please forgive me
I can not pray
To a god
Who took my son away
I miss him so much
Everyday I cry
I try to understand
But I'll Never know why
God please forgive me
Release me of this pain
God please forgive me
It's you who I blame
Im still alive momma been weeks I know but no break to write momma they killed Johnny he died in my arms momma I wasn't made for this I just wanted to go to college momma this is no place for a kid its making me a killer Ive killed so many not knowing even one of them I can't justify this i know death all to well now momma Ill now never be nothing but killer forever I can't change that and I know Im gonna miss so much and I know you said you would miss me too but I looked into the eyes of a man I had to kill today knew nothing of him his life his kids his momma it was all I could take now that Im a man the last man I will ever kill will be me goodbye momma I wanted to learn but not learn to kill
love you momma
see you in heaven maybe god will forgive me for this wasn't my idea
love Billy
ps tell Daddy Im sorry I let him down
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The time will come to join you,
The moment of reconciliation is near,
I cannot bear your absence anymore,
When will my time be here?
You cannot take me,
Even though I am ready to come,
I'm so guilty and remorseful,
Waiting to join you is tiresome.
I want to vanish from my hopeless dreams,
It’s time to the end of my forlorn illusions;
I know suicide is forbidden,
Every day I live I am saddened.
Through my fault,
Through my own fault,
Through my own most grievous fault,
Forgive me,
Forget all the worries I beseeched with,
I am here still but not there,
I loved you yet I troubled you,
Yet you were always there for me,
Full of compassion and love so true!
The time will come to reach you,
Mother beloved be patience and wait,
I will come as soon as I can,
Hoping you’ll be there by death’s gate.
Cheers to my mother I’ll share a tale,
After a swig of lime-soaked gin,
To which I’ll use the drink to avail,
Words worthy of an eyesight’s spin:
There lives a queen with hair so red,
Whose crown was her very cerise hair,
Which pours from her head as if it bled,
A tindered incandescent flare.
Her eyes are curuscating refined malachite,
That see through all that glows,
For they're sharper than unrefined aragonite,
And show there's little they do not know.
For she can see through all times and spaces,
With her mystical clairvoyant senses,
And befriend the hidden elemental races,
That dance between temporal tenses.
Her beauty is bound in her face and affection,
She loves with adamant ardor all that live,
Who for she feels a psychic connection:
A sovereign protection from the love she gives.
I know her as Queen Maeve the Red,
And 'tis better that it's said,
That this divine lady who's oh so calm,
Is my marvelous and magical mom.
Forgive me mother, for like father I have awoken,
To a rocks glass full of Bombay sapphire,
A drink inside my mouth before a word from it has spoken,
Disregard my drunken adage as it’s nothing but satire.