"forgiver" poems
In the Name of Allah the Magnificent the Beneficent, Allah you show me much of You're Gratitude, my prayer are never sufficent.
Allah my heart and soul pleads for Your Grace, my life has turned for the worse please have Mercy on my soul and all my sins erase.
Deep in the valley in the darkness of life, so difficult to find an exit that would lead me out of this strife.
I supplicate, my soul cries searching for guidance, so deep in this worldly life while crawly out of subsidence.
Reconciling and searching for the better things You offer, forgiveness in my vocal cord is stifled, my soul suffer.
Allah, Your Greatness is so sound Your Creation is so perfect in Your way, my Lord hear my prayer don't let me go astray.
The rain You bring upon us fulfills the rich supplement of life for mandkind, the lost gratitude and praises we leave so behind.
Forgive me Allah of my pass and coming sins, I beg for Your Compassion from now and till my new life begins.
Cleans my heart and soul, with Your Heavenly Grace make me as white as snow, forgiveness is the best that I know.
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 2:00 AM UTC
A lot can happen over a cup of coffee.
Her eyes twinkling like the stars in the night sky,
But he loves the way she takes a sip of her over-priced latte,
He wonder why he's infatuated with those undone maroon flocks,
No surprise, Linda's outgoing personality matches her lovely voice,
Laughter comes easy with her,
She tells her stories about life and lies,
But he's lost in those beautiful hands,
As he pledged his love that spring.
A lot can happen over a cup of coffee.
A tender touch
Her intimidating tone,
Brimmed my eyes with guilt,
As I confessed my past sins to my only friend.
'Wanting to know all', I finally started,
' I overlooked each particle, containing the whole unknowable.'
she looks into my eyes,confused.
I carry on,
'I missed love's everywhere,
Small presence, thousand-guised.
For I could not differentiate between what was wrong and what was right,
Forgive me, forgiver.'
I heard the trust break louder than the shatter of her favorite coffee mug against the floor.
' I want to know all' she said
And I finally opened.
A lot can happen over a cup of coffee.
Mind numb,
Heart dumb,
Treated like dirt,
Taken out for a cup of coffee,
With free humiliation.
Feeling so fragile and helpless,
Hiding behind his own shadow,
A single, rebel tear rolls down his eyes,
Then a revolution of them cascading down,
His face is time-chiseled and weather beaten,
Seem a bit spiritless,
As if life and old age are getting better of him,
He still wears that moth-eaten coat carrying a smell of blueberries his wife used to love.
Taken out for a cup of coffee,
An element for show off,
'Look how much I love my uncle!'
But the truth lies in those contorted fingers.
A lot can happen over a cup of coffee.
'Come my baby girl!
Let's celebrate!'
Such words coming out of a man so precious to her soul,
'But something's missing',
She says with long lost courage,
'Daddy I've regretted all the pain,
I'm exhausted now from all my thoughts,
Science is not what I desire,
My heart lives in free spirit.'
Daddy's eyes didn't blink for 20 seconds,
A portrait of a man having a cribbed Abe Lincoln beard,
The daughter is ready for rejection,
But he's thinking about all the cards she gifted " my papa, my hero",
Deciding it's time to show.
I don't know what was so special about that coffee shop.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC
Who is more creative than our creator ?
Mysterious
All knowing
Merciful
Forgiver
Redeemer
Father
Friend
Giver
Soul healer
Maker
Love and Joy
Peace and patience
Pen and paintbrush
Oh Mr. Cole,
I do not mean to rush,
These words spring forth from a dam,
But the creator of creation
He says "I Am".
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
I hate you
I hate how i want to chase you
I hate how you don't say thank you
you're a taker
I'm a giver
and forgiver
so you take
and you take
because I give and I give
and I wonder why I live
like this
considering you
when you always miss
what I do
or just see through
I need to get a clue
and see that it isn't new
your lack of gratitude
continue with your self-improvement
try some healthy attitudes
while you stomp on the only people
who care
I won't be here next time
when you need to share
your thoughts or feelings
I'll nod politely and listen here and there
but next time you need
to feed
your wants
YOUR desires
by something I have
I'll do as you do
and take
and say get a clue
while silently thinking **** you
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
In that one weak moment
You decided your fate,
My fate.
I'm a forgiver, not a seeker of revenge.
You'll carry that wait and that's all the revenge I need
I see the guilt even now.
Just keep smiling
It's brought us closer, we still fight
but makeups are better.
We are better and I'm beginning to trust again.
Maybe in time my love
Smile because our Fate is Sealed.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
God of mystery?
I don't think so!
A God who
Embraces
A transformer
Defender
Affirmer
Way clearer
Stand by you whatever-er.
A God who
Endures
A giver
Kisser
Hugger
Commender
Showing favour no matter-er
A God who
Comforts
A deliverer
Protector
Forgiver
Builder-upper-er
Never put downer.
A God who's
Proud of each of yer
His followers.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
what is sought
for grievances untold..
You are forgiven
in this moment
one path unfolds..
Or bending work
prescribed
to reach peace
for forgiver and
forgiven..
Let us ask
is this choosing
better resolved
in that place
where time and hurt
touch inner light..?
then we hear
You are forgiven
Now as
work begins...
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
You could tempt me to the crease of a cliff
and I'd follow your scent mindfulness dismissed
I see your danger
The neon signs
but like an animal I trail you
sure to meet a dismise
I let go and plunge
A slave to lust
while you have me at the end of a loaded gun
My eyes begging you to pull the trigger
and deliver me to the only true forgiver
You are see through plastic
a worm in my casket
whispering sweet nothings that fail to hold my fantasy
I just want your frensy
The exchange of lonesome cleansing
That leaves me bitter and nasty
The kind of love I live to hate
but when you can not have the real thing hate is the only cake
I swear sooner or later they'll burn me at the stake
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
~
Let our minds be not without fear.
Lets our hearts be not empty of hatred.
Let the evil in us not die forever.
Let our souls not always be the forgiver.
~
If the earth is without fear and without hatred,
If the earth is without evil and without punishment,
Remember,
There will be no courage
There will be no love.
There will be no goodness
Or any forgiver's heart.
They are two sides of the same coin.
If one is gone, the other is deprived of existence.
Just remember, they are all God's creation.
And His creations are as perfect as Himself.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
I cant sleep,
I'm afraid that I might dream..
For most,
dreaming's common, some even have themes,
Some even foresee the future, some even have schemes,
Some have a plot and ****** even opening scenes,
Some even might get frisky, have you opening jeans..
but my dreams differ.
my dreams, are dreams, of the Tigris river.
my dreams, are visions of an old poor giver.
Old, forgiver.
walking along the side of the Euphrates with Hades,
go figure.
my dreams differ.
at times i hear the angels in the heavens as they bicker.
At times i see the time of my own death on a ticker.
click click....
I always try to slow it down. Its become a regular thing..
But the Fates are constantly pulling my string.
using it as a guitar, Such a harmonious scene.
Especially for a man, not destined to dream.
My mind wonders, but more so it wanders,
Its plausible that lack of sleep will be my demise...
But till that day comes, i'll continue to daydream, because my only nightmare is closing my eyes...
-afj
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC
By virtue of birth and circumstanceI became an untall, unhandsomeunfair-skinned, shy immigrant boyand given a chiselwith which I can eitherwhile away the rest of my yearsscratching my predetermined epitaph of quiet reservationor take that chiseland put its sharpest edge to my wit,hone my physical form with strength and sculptingand spit at heredity's woe,unrelenting, until I have carved away theweakest parts of me and cast them asidewithout blame, without doubt, without hesitanceto emerge defiant, breathing ravenouslypiercing with new truths that obliterate the once fragile heartto make it invincible with a new forging.I am the tower of my own might.I am the forgiver of my own sins.I am the pawn that has been cast on this board of kings,And I will be victorious.
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 10:25 PM UTC
I have witnessed many, who are so confident & eloquent about what they are, what they need etc.But yes, when this question is asked to me, I start asking myself, who actually am I?
Lol..I know that sounds funny, but I do have a logical reason behind that.Well what's that? That exactly is, because I'm what I see myself to be, and to honest, I'm not the same as I was yesterday, and if you see what's me wrt. Tommorow, I'm not the same person, I'm today.
I see, I learn, I grow & I am a new me everyday! I know, there may not me many, who'd like to talk to me personally, but those, who have ever had a chat or talk in real, with me, know the real me
When it comes to my personality and my behavior etc, know this very clearly, 'Im what exactly you're to me.No more no less '
Normally I'm a very sweet, caring, and humble kinda person, but when it comes to liars, backstabbers, cheaters etc. You'll find me an intolerable demon, that won't regret throwing you outta my life. I'm sweet as sugar, bitter as gourd, and will be strong enough to burn you into ashes, if you mess with me for wrong this, cheat etc.
For me, life's a one way thing.Either I accept people, and accept them with all my heart, never treating them as an after/ second thought, else I treat them as 'strangers' whom I never knew anyway.And if at all there comes a phase, when you once had been a friend,good friend etc. And I start treating you as a strangee, know that you did something wrong that was unforgivable & with that, you lost your respect in my eyes 'forever'.
I'm normally a forgiver, but I don't forget .Things like Temporary, half, fake etc. Mean nothing to me when it comes to people.either, it's completely true and honest, mutual, or better completely nothing.
I never judge people.But when, you continuously cheat & fool around,you lessen your chance on me trusting you, and event you'll mean nothing to me.
Whether it's people on or offline, I take them seriously, and expect the same, don't take the risk of taking me for granted
I love reading, I love writing, & I love painting too .As fir writing, my favorite genres are : Adventure, philosophy, ****** etc.( These will normally be the genres you'll see my writings in) also, I love the genre "horror' though I haven't written a piece in this genre, so far.I love collaboration, so if you want someone to join you, feel free to ask :)
I'm a very open-minded person, and talk freely about any & everything.Nothing's bad, it's just ones perspective .
I'm a Hindu, but I love & respect all religions.Christmas carols are my favorite
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
They say walk a mile in another man’s shoes
But why must you be asked to go so far?
Isn’t it enough that he lives and breathes
To know that one day he will bear your scar?
It may seem that life gave him free reign
He hurts others and expects to be forgiven
But you have not witnessed his punishment
It is not God’s plan to reveal when he will be driven
Into the desert of scorched lament and sorrow
The clock will strike when God makes the decision
The test is not only in bearing your own pain
But also in our discomfort with God’s random precision
The one you hate suffers more than you will ever know
Because his conscience burns deep into his heart
And when he faces you in his unrepentant guise
You must ask did God give you the power to make the sea part?
Did God hand you the hammer and the nails?
Did God hand you the judgmental stone?
Did God ask you to be the tool for retribution?
Or is today the day for you to atone?
To lower your gaze and be the truth
The truth of humility and an open heart
Not to be hurt once again as before
But to show that God is the one who makes the sea part
And as you walk in fear towards an image beyond crashing walls
The pain you bore is trampled under your feet
The worthiness of the forgiver has been written for a thousand years
And on this day you will begin the journey your tormenter could never complete
Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 1:45 PM UTC
Still
I miss you
Cherries
And kettle corn
Video games
Until 3 am
Still I miss you
Even after
All you've done.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC
Cold and windy gushes like no other
Hands embraced in one another
Stars sparkling from black in blue
But this galaxy, is in the eyes of you
Open as a book with our story already written
No secrets bar one secret
Leaving only one smitten
I can't forget our night along the river
But the hole that was left,
won't let me be a forgiver
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 8:14 PM UTC
She’s my sunshine
She’s my love
She’s my fighter
My inner peace, my dove
She’s my supporter
She’s my answer
She’s my listener
I couldn’t live without her
She’s my protector
She’s my inspiration
She’s my forgiver
Yeah, she’s a sensation
She’s my healer
She’s my new day
Without her
I wouldn’t be who I am today
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 6:19 PM UTC
She is a woman,
Just another human.
She is a broken,
Her true feelings are never spoken.
She is struggling,
There's so many things that she's juggling.
She is different,
An odd one, almost transparent.
She is intelligent,
An excellent student.
She is scared,
The world is something she feared.
She is a lover,
Caring, protective like a mother.
She is a dreamer,
Dreams full of clouds and streamers.
She is a wall of hope,
Opening up peoples minds to different scopes.
She is a constructor,
Building people up after they got torn down by destroyers.
She is a mystery,
Shrouded and hidden is her misery.
She is a messenger,
Preaching messages and a faith deliverer.
She is needed,
Her limits are always exceeded.
She is open minded,
No soul was ever so kind and kindred.
She is someone who no one sees,
Always forgotten when people leave.
She is a forgiver,
Always ready to forgive.
She is hard as stone,
Because in the end, she was always alone.
She is...
She is......
She is strong,
Even when the world treats her wrong.
She is....
She is......
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
She was a forgiver
And he was a river
Where all her tears ran free
From his lies they came to be
And he held his hands out to the sea
And begged for forgiveness
But she was a lover
Who couldn't really see
The life that he left her
Was burdened with his mess
And she would clean it
With the water of her tears
She would sweep it with her cries
But to him it was all a show it was all lies
Cause he knew a forgiver never cries
Instead she always dies
Inside.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
True life is found in him and him alone
Blessing mankind with his favor
Life everlasting all for the asking
That is my Beautiful Savior
True peace is found in him and him alone
As we let go and let God
Leaving the past behind in his beauty we find
The peace that's held together in love
The difference between day and night, this life
We now share with our maker
Light of the world, lover of souls
That is my Beautiful Savior
There is no comparison to this new life
We now have in the One
Gently invited, no need to hide it
In love he asks all to come
From the everlasting beginning to the eternal end
All praise to the Creator
Forgiver of sins so we now can live
That is my Beautiful Savior
From Heaven to earth he stepped down
Leaving behind His royalty
The ultimate price he would pay so we may be saved
Sharing with us the locked door key
For the life that's less deserving
A passion he did savor
To give of his all, all for the Fathers call
That is my Beautiful Savior
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
I don't need god because I have a pillow top mattress. It's always there for comfort in the back of my mind like a reason to make it home tonight after an 18 hour shift.
Forgiver of all my sins. It cradles me to peace, even on my most evil of nights. Omniscient and silent. It knows what I've done and it knows how I've felt. I've wept into it. Wrote poem after poem while sitting Indian style atop of it. Chosen lovers and tasted their skin all over it. It doesn't ask questions. It just holds me gently and mends my aching bones until I'm fast asleep.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 3:13 AM UTC
day follows day in precise normal mode
all of our arrows remain in quiver
nothing it seems can act as force or goad
the journey's not made in ancient flivver
all is dependent on silent giver
to take us past what might have never been
the gallows raised upon the village green
such matters take a single simple course
and end in places that are now unseen
the sage must value man and never horse
this is the start of a long tiring road
ending at mouth of a large slow river
a standard gift or horrid curse bestowed
as blessing or as truly painful shiver
not something that we could deliver
this matters we find not a single bean
so much we say we cannot ever mean
the word in each mouth turns so swiftly coarse
the voyage never becomes transmarine
the sage must value man and never horse
our hope is never wholly safely stowed
dependent as it is on heart and liver
a sort of signal in a secret code
of which we can know only a sliver
enough at least to tell the forgiver
how to begin to set the final scene
and to command as if a king or queen
speaking in honour and without remorse
a gathering that we could all convene
the sage must value man and never horse
prince we escape and know that we are clean
of human wisdom all that we could glean
to the full limits of our petty force
do not attempt to fight or intervene
the sage must value man and never horse
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 5:23 AM UTC
drink not much
and can forgive
use your brain
or heart at least
be supportive
brave and mild
read some books
and never mind
if a nobody
like me
start to teach you
how to be
brave and mild
supportive, reader
not a drunkard
and forgiver.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 5:16 AM UTC