Long Poems About Redemption
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Long poems about redemption. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 10:47am
3rd Nov 2024 10:47am
Pandora's Box
They say Pandora's box is full of woe.
Ignoring her one big fall.
They say it can curse and kill.
No matter what you feel when you open it.
They say it contains dark magic.
Not something that could be described as tragic.
As the box slowly opens,you begin to see.
Pandora is actually as sweet and kind as can be.
But the items,thoughts in the box.
Sometimes,she locks it away so people don't run away.
But even if her box contains dark thoughts.
She is a person like us all.
Even if her contains ate tragic. ...
Ignoring her one big fall.
They say it can curse and kill.
No matter what you feel when you open it.
They say it contains dark magic.
Not something that could be described as tragic.
As the box slowly opens,you begin to see.
Pandora is actually as sweet and kind as can be.
But the items,thoughts in the box.
Sometimes,she locks it away so people don't run away.
But even if her box contains dark thoughts.
She is a person like us all.
Even if her contains ate tragic. ...
#happiness
#hope
#redemption #sadness
#redemption #sadness
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PenelopeM
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 11:36am
31st Oct 2024 11:36am
Hat Man
He spends his time lurking in dark shadows of corner closets.
His hat wide brimmed in felt, his cloak always covering his body.
Few, or maybe many have seen him through out the ages.
Gripping hearts with fear, his silent presence intimidating.
I remember one night, at a tent revival, the preacher talking to him after service, he told a few in the congregation the next night that the man didn't have a face. I seen him, well only his backside anyways, I was about 5 years old, as the preacher was talking to him just at the edges of the arena,...
His hat wide brimmed in felt, his cloak always covering his body.
Few, or maybe many have seen him through out the ages.
Gripping hearts with fear, his silent presence intimidating.
I remember one night, at a tent revival, the preacher talking to him after service, he told a few in the congregation the next night that the man didn't have a face. I seen him, well only his backside anyways, I was about 5 years old, as the preacher was talking to him just at the edges of the arena,...
#courage
#hope
#love #redemption
#love #redemption
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 10:59am
30th Sep 2024 10:59am
Mrs. Potato Head (Attempt Two)
Oh,Mrs. Potato Head,tell me now.
Is the money worth it,why and how?
They say,if you weren't born with it,you can give some cash.
They'll clean you up,patch you up.
And then throw your body in the trash.
When we are kids,we long for change.
But as adults,we accept minimum wage.
Will her beauty stay through,if her face is falling apart?
Will her body stay the same,after she does surgery on her body and heart?
The children go on their mother's ways.
And find different,new ways to change your face.
They pay a lot...
Is the money worth it,why and how?
They say,if you weren't born with it,you can give some cash.
They'll clean you up,patch you up.
And then throw your body in the trash.
When we are kids,we long for change.
But as adults,we accept minimum wage.
Will her beauty stay through,if her face is falling apart?
Will her body stay the same,after she does surgery on her body and heart?
The children go on their mother's ways.
And find different,new ways to change your face.
They pay a lot...
#dark
#frustration
#hope
#redemption
#strength
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cabcool
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 9:21pm
25th Sep 2024 9:21pm
rusHour
The one principle that surrounds everything else is that of
stewardship; that we are the managers of everything that
God has given us.—”Larry Burkett
it must be for the greater good
that some above the crowds have stood,
while others on the edge of life repine;
the stewardship of every man
must be to serve a nobler plan
than pick his teeth and phartz above cloud nine.
the lawyer in sartorial guise
must not the ass...
stewardship; that we are the managers of everything that
God has given us.—”Larry Burkett
it must be for the greater good
that some above the crowds have stood,
while others on the edge of life repine;
the stewardship of every man
must be to serve a nobler plan
than pick his teeth and phartz above cloud nine.
the lawyer in sartorial guise
must not the ass...
#kindness
#love
#morality
#redemption
#responsibility
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2024 5:21pm
23rd Sep 2024 5:21pm
Adonai
my mind drifts until nothing makes sense
to resist a feeling does no good
hurtful ways this is nothing new in my life
succubus of the soul
can men be she demons too?
faltering health I linger not live
walk about in dreams I walk the sky seeking Adonai
journey of endless time
forever searching for Adonai
worry is pain it's married to fear
does our Father ever want me to see him
so many galaxies yet to see
wondering about him I've seen his artistry
and it is amazing
in the garden's conception
I...
to resist a feeling does no good
hurtful ways this is nothing new in my life
succubus of the soul
can men be she demons too?
faltering health I linger not live
walk about in dreams I walk the sky seeking Adonai
journey of endless time
forever searching for Adonai
worry is pain it's married to fear
does our Father ever want me to see him
so many galaxies yet to see
wondering about him I've seen his artistry
and it is amazing
in the garden's conception
I...
#philosophical
#redemption
#TruthOfLife
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KendalM
Poem Published
12th Sep 2024 2:44pm
12th Sep 2024 2:44pm
If Stones Can Cry Out, Then I know There Is Always Hope
There is only one I follow, but I will stand beside you if you are kind, if you love...forgive and can look at a full grown adult and see a child. See the child within, when the bottle touches their lips, so that they forget the rape...the abuse.
When cold steel pierces their veins so that they can get as close to the thief of death as they can without actually dying, and there, trading pieces of their broken soul for a bad memory.
When they lay cold and naked on the ground, where fancy shoes walk over them like trash laying on the sidewalks. Veterans...
When cold steel pierces their veins so that they can get as close to the thief of death as they can without actually dying, and there, trading pieces of their broken soul for a bad memory.
When they lay cold and naked on the ground, where fancy shoes walk over them like trash laying on the sidewalks. Veterans...
#hope
#kindness
#love
#redemption
#strength
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
12th Sep 2024 11:06am
12th Sep 2024 11:06am
Darkness
Most of us fear darkness.
But I prefer to see past it all.
They run away from the monsters.
But none questions the monster's big fall.
Darkness was once light.
And the monster was once human.
I know people try to run away.
Instead of analyzing or understanding any day.
The darkness has its shadows,alluring.
But I know there's beauty inside.
The past,the sadness alluring.
Of what the darkness is inside.
Even darkness was once light.
That used to protect their loved ones and fight.
A monster was once...
But I prefer to see past it all.
They run away from the monsters.
But none questions the monster's big fall.
Darkness was once light.
And the monster was once human.
I know people try to run away.
Instead of analyzing or understanding any day.
The darkness has its shadows,alluring.
But I know there's beauty inside.
The past,the sadness alluring.
Of what the darkness is inside.
Even darkness was once light.
That used to protect their loved ones and fight.
A monster was once...
#happiness
#hope
#kindness
#redemption
#respect
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
10th Sep 2024 4:51pm
10th Sep 2024 4:51pm
knowledge
before there was any known language
there was a being who had dreams and visions
some of those visions terrorized him
some of his dreams were beautiful
there was a sort of singing
without words, it was full inflection feelings
space was empty and vast
swimming through echoing his location
nothing echoed back but he was sure he wasn't alone
the dark faith inscribed on his soul
were vows he made to himself there in the dark
according to the manifestation of his prophecy
he shows me things he takes me deep into the past ...
there was a being who had dreams and visions
some of those visions terrorized him
some of his dreams were beautiful
there was a sort of singing
without words, it was full inflection feelings
space was empty and vast
swimming through echoing his location
nothing echoed back but he was sure he wasn't alone
the dark faith inscribed on his soul
were vows he made to himself there in the dark
according to the manifestation of his prophecy
he shows me things he takes me deep into the past ...
#redemption
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 6:31am
8th Sep 2024 6:31am
Raindrops
As I take my final walk
Down to my favorite lake
The voices from beyond talk
Reflecting on my life I shake
Myself staring back at me
In the crystal blue reflection
My life and my history
And a thorough introspection
I see my reflection start to cry
My tears I try to splash away
Regret that made me want to die
Revisiting me this incredible day
The dark angry clouds form
Cutting through me like a knife
Then the water transforms
As I anguish at my life ...
Down to my favorite lake
The voices from beyond talk
Reflecting on my life I shake
Myself staring back at me
In the crystal blue reflection
My life and my history
And a thorough introspection
I see my reflection start to cry
My tears I try to splash away
Regret that made me want to die
Revisiting me this incredible day
The dark angry clouds form
Cutting through me like a knife
Then the water transforms
As I anguish at my life ...
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#hope
#love
#redemption
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 10:58am
7th Sep 2024 10:58am
Ghost Groom
On a dark,brooding night.
There was a haunted mansion in sight.
They say it used to be lively and fun.
Until they got killed and the killer ran.
The dusty windows drive you in.
Making you want to go inside.
You make your way over to the old,wooden gates.
And you walk on the wooden,floor plates.
There is a piano,but not an ordinary piano.
That seemed to be playing a song.
A lovely,romantic lullaby.
That would soothe anyone that does cry.
On the stool appeared a ghost before you.
He is a dead...
There was a haunted mansion in sight.
They say it used to be lively and fun.
Until they got killed and the killer ran.
The dusty windows drive you in.
Making you want to go inside.
You make your way over to the old,wooden gates.
And you walk on the wooden,floor plates.
There is a piano,but not an ordinary piano.
That seemed to be playing a song.
A lovely,romantic lullaby.
That would soothe anyone that does cry.
On the stool appeared a ghost before you.
He is a dead...
#love
#redemption
#strength
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KendalM
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 6:48pm
6th Sep 2024 6:48pm
And What Of The Brothers?
Dear Brothers,
As I sit here in full emotion, first I want to thank you.
Thank you men who would sacrifice all to protect, to guide, to cut off evil and bind up wounds of fellow soldiers on the battle field of life.
To the husband's who still dance with their half clothed princess, to the fathers who work all day and come home to fix all that seems to be constantly broken.
Hold tight to their hands, to the men who build their homes on a dying faith, don't let that candle go out.
Guide your sons in strength and grace, teach them lowliness and gratitude are a priceless...
As I sit here in full emotion, first I want to thank you.
Thank you men who would sacrifice all to protect, to guide, to cut off evil and bind up wounds of fellow soldiers on the battle field of life.
To the husband's who still dance with their half clothed princess, to the fathers who work all day and come home to fix all that seems to be constantly broken.
Hold tight to their hands, to the men who build their homes on a dying faith, don't let that candle go out.
Guide your sons in strength and grace, teach them lowliness and gratitude are a priceless...
#hope
#kindness
#love
#redemption
#strength
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Academic
Poem Published
5th Sep 2024 3:53pm
5th Sep 2024 3:53pm
It's not the date that counts but the significance of Christmas that actually matters!
By Stanley Collymore
So President Maduro of Venezuela
purportedly wants to essentially
move Christmas day crucially
from December the 25th to October the 1st;
so what's actually wrong with that? It's now
rather undeniably, the month of September
and already actually along with Halloween
there are literally unquestionably plenty of
Christmas items obviously on display and
similarly specifically for sale in numerous
shops quite evidently, around the country
generally. Progressively a state of...
So President Maduro of Venezuela
purportedly wants to essentially
move Christmas day crucially
from December the 25th to October the 1st;
so what's actually wrong with that? It's now
rather undeniably, the month of September
and already actually along with Halloween
there are literally unquestionably plenty of
Christmas items obviously on display and
similarly specifically for sale in numerous
shops quite evidently, around the country
generally. Progressively a state of...
#courage
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#kindness
#redemption
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