"grudged" poems
He did not forget the friend who, in need,
Had helped in the struggle against the sharks
In the white clothes, but whose hearts wore dark marks.
Mandela, who the Heaven’s angels lead,
Took his long stick and moved along northward.
He advanced with his head held high, grudged
Other friends of his, and he reminded,
“Of my heart no one holds the keys.” They said
Then, “That knight’s steed must always freely hop.
He’s a god abiding in the kingdom
Of love and his right steps no one can stop.”
So Mandela met Mu’ammar at home,
Him he thanked and taught, expecting as crop
More esteem in him to have a good tomb.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
Over time we learn to forgive.
Except a few forever hold on to a grudged.
Why feel sorrow?
When they gone.
You personally stopped yourself from getting along.
It just takes one to offer forgiveness.
Just like life takes one to live.
A hurt lover gives you a kiss.
Instantly people starts to question's it.
Some of us works in a forgiving mood.
While others simpy refuse too.
We hear when people gone.
There hurtful foes states rather false or true.
I wish I had..
I should have..
But in all honesty.
They wanted to hold on to that grudge.
Remember forgettin' is hard.
But forgivin' is easy.
It just guilt caught up with them.
When your enemies wants to forgive.
Truth stands firm.
Memories hard to release.
When you controls so much hurt.
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 9:32 AM UTC
If I had checked your credit score.
Then I wouldn't have been searching for your love.
But basing my decision upon wealth.
Yes, it's better to have.
As it is to have someone that cares.
If I had checked with those you once loved.
Then I would heard a bunch of negativity.
Then who must I believe?
When some are holding on to a grudged.
If I have listen to all those rumor mills.
Then you wouldn't be mine.
And I wouldn't be yours.
In truth and all honesty.
We fall in love with some with questionable means.
Nothing like those in our dreams.
So , if I had done this or that.
Is just us now beginning to doubt ourselves.
Cause it's easy to offer another fool.
When they under the impression we was a fool.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 8:50 AM UTC
They never quite got along,
but nothing made them feel wrong,
She always told him, "of course dear"
Regardless of what she did 'r didnt hear
And the *** wasn't ever bad,
But then again it was rarely had,
And words of love were not exchanged,
But they were never quite estranged,
So none were sad when one ol' day,
He just happened to go away,
She never spoke of him poorly,
But never praised him as close to holy,
And he never grudged the mandated checks,
Nor did he ever give her an extra cent.
He never went out to drink until hurlin',
Nor did he seclude himself like Merlin,
And then some day they up and died,
Had a nice funeral,
But I didn't cry.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
Execrating change.
while soaring under pain.
your entity is fake.
only visualizing rage
pacing with a cain
life gives and it takes
remember one thing
if your ignorant or "sane"
your paths are grudged
with nothing but
***** mistakes
you must run the lapse
yes dormant friend
you had a chance.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 6:41 AM UTC
A teary eye grudged into face,
That lingered with sadness and began to race,
As solid droplets skewered down his skin,
To shame his faith and brew with sin.
For it not of fitting character to him,
When his status fell short with such aching limb,
Forced upon midnight's distant lullaby,
That shook with fear and thought to mollify,
An apology that voiced its trial,
Swept with the gloom of alleged denial -
So that he turn't to the face of a well known God
In memoric outcry of the vast esplanade,
To which he'd revisited the softest of memory,
That faded with time, and to her, now shimmery.
So, he'd faced upon a distant life,
That pitted his stomach and sickened with strife,
Before the glisten of his dawning tear,
Stapled forth with its reigning leer,
Admittance of vows that traced with guilt,
The foundation of which his mind was built,
A mock of betrayal to that of dignity,
Of a loss so steep that it shed malignity,
And forced a plea of archaic misdeed,
That bred a demand of desperate accede,
For one more moment, the last of chance,
To partake upon a memory of beloved dance,
So that maybe he steal upon her heart once more,
Or toil to delirium as static of love fleet out his door.
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 12:06 AM UTC
Who am I is the question many might ask, I am me is my response I've been put on this earth for a purpose and a reason, what is that purpose, I do not know but what i do know Is that until I breath my last breath I will not stop to strive to discover what I was send here to do. I am blessed in adundance some people wait there whole lives to know what it is to be a family, I have many from my blood family, to those who I have come to know to the family I have greeted and often gave a smile to, the ones who simply saw me for what I really am. Those are my blessings, you are my blessings. I have laughed I have cried I have loved I have missed I have begged and I have pleaded I have fought I have surrendered I have given and I have received I have open and I have closed I have forgiven and I have grudged I have lied and I have told the truth. Does all this make me, ME or does the the fake smiles and laughs, determine who I am to be. God said" I will not forsake thee" so why have forsaken others. I have not reachj my goal so I will strive until my last breath on this earth is shed.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC