oskar
Poem Published
24th Mar 2025 3:25pm
24th Mar 2025 3:25pm
Syria's Christians and Haiti
Syria’s Christians and Haiti
The first Christian church was built in Syrian, as I write this the horror is killing them the new death cult regime in Syria, a cult we give money to, and not mentioned by Western media as Israel continues to bomb Gaza to their hearts content This is only possible when the bombs are free of charge courtesy of the USA
On the home front, we read about erectile dysfunction, no they are telling me who thought
my own problems were caused by the old age
Haiti, the sad state is in the news again, last time
I was there, Papa Doc, was in...
The first Christian church was built in Syrian, as I write this the horror is killing them the new death cult regime in Syria, a cult we give money to, and not mentioned by Western media as Israel continues to bomb Gaza to their hearts content This is only possible when the bombs are free of charge courtesy of the USA
On the home front, we read about erectile dysfunction, no they are telling me who thought
my own problems were caused by the old age
Haiti, the sad state is in the news again, last time
I was there, Papa Doc, was in...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#forgiveness
#gratitude
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56ApacheLove
Poem Published
20th Mar 2025 4:29pm
20th Mar 2025 4:29pm
Holding On
Your Majesty,
I had a dream that I was so small in the center of your all mighty hand.
I held on to your one fnger with ten of my own.
Could you hear me crying, begging you to enclose me and stick me in your pocket?
You must have, because you did.
All the while they were tearing at my soul, telling me all the things, well...you heard them too.
Laughing at me, mocking you.
Mocking my faith in you.
But im thankful for your rest, as I slept within your Pavillion, riding by your side, protected from further destruction.
Every once in a while, you...
I had a dream that I was so small in the center of your all mighty hand.
I held on to your one fnger with ten of my own.
Could you hear me crying, begging you to enclose me and stick me in your pocket?
You must have, because you did.
All the while they were tearing at my soul, telling me all the things, well...you heard them too.
Laughing at me, mocking you.
Mocking my faith in you.
But im thankful for your rest, as I slept within your Pavillion, riding by your side, protected from further destruction.
Every once in a while, you...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#love
#redemption
#strength
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PAR
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 9:25pm
17th Mar 2025 9:25pm
Beheaded Poem
I beheaded a poem
For you... my rhyme
I cleaned its insides
I took off its eyes
For not having to bear
The humidity of the tears
I blew the letters up...
I threw the letters down
I washed the poem clean
I've let the scales dry
So I could do a helmet
To avoid beheading...
For you... my rhyme
I cleaned its insides
I took off its eyes
For not having to bear
The humidity of the tears
I blew the letters up...
I threw the letters down
I washed the poem clean
I've let the scales dry
So I could do a helmet
To avoid beheading...
#forgiveness
#healing
#heartbroken
#heaven
#hurt
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oskar
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 7:31pm
17th Mar 2025 7:31pm
the rich and my English brother
My English Brother and the Rich
I find it impossible to be envious of the wealthy, buying superyachts one bigger than the other, when they get seasick at the thought of sailing out to sea
Marrying a busty blond with big knockers often taller than themselves, or buying a newspaper and dictating their political views that frequently consist of sour grapes
Some very rich people indulge in sexual fantasies of the sort a 16 old might have and visit an island 200 times to satisfy their depravity and live in fear of being exposed
I know of a mega wealthy man, whose dream is to...
I find it impossible to be envious of the wealthy, buying superyachts one bigger than the other, when they get seasick at the thought of sailing out to sea
Marrying a busty blond with big knockers often taller than themselves, or buying a newspaper and dictating their political views that frequently consist of sour grapes
Some very rich people indulge in sexual fantasies of the sort a 16 old might have and visit an island 200 times to satisfy their depravity and live in fear of being exposed
I know of a mega wealthy man, whose dream is to...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions #forgiveness
#emotions #forgiveness
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SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 2:24am
15th Mar 2025 2:24am
Muse In Red
Muse in red to a mongrel blue.
Blood on stone that yonder finds.
Reptile's light to the healing bend.
Precarious fires for cooling minds.
Connected words
snake & flower.
Serrated tongue for honeyed slaying.
Clever beauty cleft & splayed.
Stuck on point to glowing ember.
A salamandrine crawling under.
Hell in spades for poets ablaze.
Toxic shade in savage grace.
Defense & pride yet torn asunder.
Talk & torch to dark unwelcome.
Those darting beads,
miss & failure.
...
Blood on stone that yonder finds.
Reptile's light to the healing bend.
Precarious fires for cooling minds.
Connected words
snake & flower.
Serrated tongue for honeyed slaying.
Clever beauty cleft & splayed.
Stuck on point to glowing ember.
A salamandrine crawling under.
Hell in spades for poets ablaze.
Toxic shade in savage grace.
Defense & pride yet torn asunder.
Talk & torch to dark unwelcome.
Those darting beads,
miss & failure.
...
#forgiveness
#FreeVerse
#love
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
13th Mar 2025 6:05am
13th Mar 2025 6:05am
Asking for Forgiveness
In a fit of rage and lust
I sped away without looking in the rearview mirror
I left everything to chance amidst the dust
Until it settled down and I was able to see clearer
I was an angry young man
Not paying attention to the curves on the road
Through red lights flashing skidding and crashing
I went over the edge watching the vessel explode
Then came a physical pain
Something that I thought of as karma or punishment
Making me reflect in the way I had been and behaved
Like some mystical lesson for whatever that ..ish meant ...
I sped away without looking in the rearview mirror
I left everything to chance amidst the dust
Until it settled down and I was able to see clearer
I was an angry young man
Not paying attention to the curves on the road
Through red lights flashing skidding and crashing
I went over the edge watching the vessel explode
Then came a physical pain
Something that I thought of as karma or punishment
Making me reflect in the way I had been and behaved
Like some mystical lesson for whatever that ..ish meant ...
#confessional
#forgiveness
#myself
#redemption
#SelfReflection
120 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 8:25pm
10th Mar 2025 8:25pm
political reality
The politics of reality
A leading Norwegian newspaper takes the view that it is the Alawites and the Christians who are the problem in Syria, which is blatantly untrue. The Brussels Mafia have decided that the former henchman is the right person, which suits Israel too for the time being
What is disturbing is that Europe’s leaders do not understand that globalism is over and that we will see new security zones that will leave Europe a quaint place for Russian or Chinese tourists. For a small country like Norway, the new system is a bonus as it no longer has to rely on the...
A leading Norwegian newspaper takes the view that it is the Alawites and the Christians who are the problem in Syria, which is blatantly untrue. The Brussels Mafia have decided that the former henchman is the right person, which suits Israel too for the time being
What is disturbing is that Europe’s leaders do not understand that globalism is over and that we will see new security zones that will leave Europe a quaint place for Russian or Chinese tourists. For a small country like Norway, the new system is a bonus as it no longer has to rely on the...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#forgiveness
#gratitude
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Wordsmith
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 3:48pm
8th Mar 2025 3:48pm
The Most Loving and Forgiving
I disobey You; my Lord; yet You call me back to grace...
I stray a thousand times; yet You never turn Your face
I sin in the daylight; I sin in the night...
Yet You cover my shame; conceal me from sight
I took from the world; but forgot what You gave...
I walked into darkness; yet still; You forgave
I spoke what was false; I mocked what was true...
Yet Your mercy still flows; like the morning dew
I broke my word; I broke my vow...
Yet You mend my soul; then teach me how
Had it been men; they would cast me aside......
I stray a thousand times; yet You never turn Your face
I sin in the daylight; I sin in the night...
Yet You cover my shame; conceal me from sight
I took from the world; but forgot what You gave...
I walked into darkness; yet still; You forgave
I spoke what was false; I mocked what was true...
Yet Your mercy still flows; like the morning dew
I broke my word; I broke my vow...
Yet You mend my soul; then teach me how
Had it been men; they would cast me aside......
#forgiveness
#God
#gratitude
#prayer
#redemption
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oskar
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 9:05am
8th Mar 2025 9:05am
mysterious woman
It was, perhaps it still is, popular to take aerial pictures
of farms, frame them, visit the relevant farms and try
to sell them. I had a suitcase full and walked from farm
to the farm I didn’t sell many and was tired when I came to
a small farm, so minor that it was not in my portfolio.
I was thirsty it was July but, I wore a suit with tie to look
businesslike. Knocked on the door it was opened by
a woman who looked affable – this was long ago these
days no one opens doors to strangers- I asked for some ...
of farms, frame them, visit the relevant farms and try
to sell them. I had a suitcase full and walked from farm
to the farm I didn’t sell many and was tired when I came to
a small farm, so minor that it was not in my portfolio.
I was thirsty it was July but, I wore a suit with tie to look
businesslike. Knocked on the door it was opened by
a woman who looked affable – this was long ago these
days no one opens doors to strangers- I asked for some ...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#gratitude #motivational
#gratitude #motivational
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Ambjr
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 9:07pm
7th Mar 2025 9:07pm
papercut Romeo
I play chords with hands
that bruise when they caress
fingers that write verses of worship
leavin trails of wounds when they touch
she collects my paper thin alibis
songs half written
poems torn along the edges
and keeps them in her bedside drawer
where my best intentions sleep
ivory keys remember my failures
black and whites absolutes
played by hands who only understand gray
coaxin fractions of beauty
from things that won’t bleed
they call me papercut Romeo
for the way my love cuts without...
that bruise when they caress
fingers that write verses of worship
leavin trails of wounds when they touch
she collects my paper thin alibis
songs half written
poems torn along the edges
and keeps them in her bedside drawer
where my best intentions sleep
ivory keys remember my failures
black and whites absolutes
played by hands who only understand gray
coaxin fractions of beauty
from things that won’t bleed
they call me papercut Romeo
for the way my love cuts without...
#forgiveness
#love
#redemption #relationships
#redemption #relationships
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Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 1:16am
7th Mar 2025 1:16am
The Wild Rose
I'm the Gardner
He's the Wild Rose
It wasn't a whirlwind romance, more like a glacial thaw in a neglected garden, a place where the promise of vibrant blooms lay buried beneath a thick layer of frost and tangled vines.
Year one: I viewed him as a particularly stubborn weed, a thistle masquerading as something potentially useful.
I spent most of my time meticulously weeding around him, convinced he was a detriment to my carefully planned landscape. And, let's be honest, I got pricked. More than once. A sharp word here, a dismissive glance there –...
He's the Wild Rose
It wasn't a whirlwind romance, more like a glacial thaw in a neglected garden, a place where the promise of vibrant blooms lay buried beneath a thick layer of frost and tangled vines.
Year one: I viewed him as a particularly stubborn weed, a thistle masquerading as something potentially useful.
I spent most of my time meticulously weeding around him, convinced he was a detriment to my carefully planned landscape. And, let's be honest, I got pricked. More than once. A sharp word here, a dismissive glance there –...
#forgiveness
#kindness
#love #rose
#love #rose
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NaughtyByNature
Tiffany143
Tiffany143
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 1:05am
5th Mar 2025 1:05am
Missing pieces
I miss you..
I miss the way that you lit the fire inside of me..
I miss the excitement that I feel when my eyes are about to look inside of yours..
I miss the way you dance with me in the house..
I miss how I could talk to you about anything for hours..
I miss how I'm a better me with you..
I miss the way that my hand fit inside of yours..
I miss the way your heart danced with mine..
I miss how you intoxicate me by the way that you speak..
I miss the way you would come up behind me when I was washing dishes..
I miss the way your lips felt...
I miss the way that you lit the fire inside of me..
I miss the excitement that I feel when my eyes are about to look inside of yours..
I miss the way you dance with me in the house..
I miss how I could talk to you about anything for hours..
I miss how I'm a better me with you..
I miss the way that my hand fit inside of yours..
I miss the way your heart danced with mine..
I miss how you intoxicate me by the way that you speak..
I miss the way you would come up behind me when I was washing dishes..
I miss the way your lips felt...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#forgiveness
#hope
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DU Poetry : Poems about Forgiveness
