Our Sins
Our sins are leading us away from the truth!
Our sins are causing all the troubles in this world,
Our sins are bringing about all these wars around us,
Our sins have torn us apart from love! !
And, we now hate each other in this world.
Glabal warming! !
And, it is all because of our sins;
Our sins have really destroyed everything around us.
Just watch the news!
Just listen to your neihbour!
Just look around you!
Just see how much hatred is being expressed among us!
Our sins have torn us apart from love.
Scenes, sins!
Of the scenes of life full of many troubles;
All in the name of our sins.
The Creator, whose Original Name is Yahweh,
Created us all with true love in many colours;
But, our sins have led us to hate each other on this earth.
Famine, disaster, sickness, accident, drought!
And all the global warming seen around us;
Are all caused by our sins because,
We failed to follow the Laws of Yahweh.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
7 Deadly Sins
7 seven deadly sins
Thats how the world begins
Watch out when you step in
For seven deadly sins
Seven deadly sins
Thats when the fun begins
(seven deadly sins)
(sin number one) was when you left me
(sin number two) you said goodbye
(sin number three) was when you told me a little white lie
Seven deadly sins
Once it starts, it never ends (seven deadly sins)
Watch out aroung the bend (seven deadly sins)
A seven deadly sins (seven deadly sins)
(sin number four) was when you looked my way
(sin number five) was when you smiled
(sin number six) was when you let me stay
Sin number seven was when you touched me and told me why
Seven deadly sins
So many rules to bend
Time and time again
Seven deadly sins
Seven deadly sins
(seven deadly sins)
(seven deadly sins)
(seven deadly sins)
Seven deadly sins
Thats how the world begins (seven deadly sins)
Watch out when you step in (seven deadly sins)
For seven deadly sins
Seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (deadly sins)
song performed by by George Harrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Sins and pleasure
Pleasure of sins lures me to sin.
Sins of pleasure follow me in.
I sow sins to harvest pleasure
And sow pleasure to harvest sins.
Virtues might promise me pleasure
But it is sins that assure of it.
Sins are the food meant for senses.
Virtues are the food made of ego.
I do sins to derive pleasure
And then repent to cleanse my soul.
Virtues I stay with; sins I flirt with.
29.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Confessing Sins
when guilt is full
there comes a time when we think of
the possibility of confessing our sins,
the usual sins of omissions
more than our sins of commissions,
to a friend perhaps, but you doubt
for he has more sins than you have
and it might as well end
on the reverse, you the listening tree
and he the barking dog,
or perhaps to a religious group but
you shy away because of their number
and you might as well at the end be the
subject of their gossip
in town for a week or so,
and so you become a catholic again
on a Sunday before your parish priest
you kneel down and confess your sins,
and your dismay the priest says,
'
my son these are not sins anymore
under the new doctrines
with an ending, don't worry my boy
you'll do penance just the same
say three our fathers and three hail Mary's
and don't come back
your sins are the same as mine'
what comfort is this, when sins are confessed
to a person on the same misery and guilt as we are.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Osmosis between good and evil
Sins are forgotten by the sinners.
Sins are forgiven by the creator.
That is why heaven is not empty.
Sins are justified by the sinners.
Sins are allowed by the creator.
That is why hell too is not empty.
But from time to time
Osmosis takes place.
24.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Rendezvous
Nightly I put up this humble petition:
'Forgive me, O Father of Glories,
My sins of commission, my sins of omission,
My sins of the Mission Dolores.'
poem by Ambrose Bierce
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
When Your Sins Come Home to Roost
When you fear the barber’s mirror when you go to get a crop,
Or in sorrow every morning comb your hair across the top:
When you titivate and do the little things you never used—
It is close upon the season when your sins come home to roost.
Many were the sins of others and you never were to blame,
Some were sins you shared in common—you must suffer all the same;
Some were sins of wasted hours with the wine cup or a mate,
But you cannot share the burden—and they come in duplicate.
Oh! you’ll find the fowls are heavy and their claws are sharp and deep—
They will bow your head in working, they will jerk you from your sleep,
And so many hands are eager just to give your back a boost
On the road to wreck and ruin when your sins come home to roost.
But you don’t let on they’re roosting and you take some only way,
And you never whine or guzzle and you neither curse nor pray;
You will never for an instant let your lower lip be loosed—
But you stand up like a soldier when your sins come home to roost!
And you’ll find them growing lighter till you find room for a few
Of the sins of other mortals who have weaker souls than you:
Then you’ll smile, and not too sadly, at old sins reintroduced—
And you’ll be a man in many when your sins come home to roost.
poem by Henry Lawson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Missionary
The bells ring out above my room
And announcement of our loss
And in the act three men decide
And indefinite epilogue.
My letters have all gone
A journey thats unsure
A message that was rich
A hand that was poor.
Oh have me breath and let me go
Cause I dont want you to know
Cause I dont want you to know.
Oh I dont want you, want you, want you.
My own description may have failed
Torn from pictures that were saved
Along with images from words
That were saved and not erased
The shelves arranged above my head
A memory of my fears
Blankets hold the smell of life
And soak the many years.
Oh have me breath and let me go
Cause I dont want you to know
Cause I dont want you to know.
Oh I dont want you, want you, want you.
Oh missionary are you here.
Sun doesnt burn when the water comes
But water doesnt come like the english rain
They bury their heads for self defence
A marked improvement through diligence
We are alone against our sins
Alone against our sins
Alone against our sins.
Vacant rooms that are full of men
That sit on the stools awaiting time
Discussion leads to little sense
They bury their heads for self defence
We are alone against our sins
Alone against our sins
Alone against our sins.
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Lucky Sin
Luck reminds me of sin,
Sins collect from the odour.
A fortune fades, faces do fight,
How do we describe the sins?
The luck is like gambling, a soot
From the chimney of the home.
My sins concern me, like fire and ice,
They flop, flip and fold in a paper-form,
To write books of acts and messages,
That luck writes, that sins are simpler.
poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Her Sins Are Not My Own
Her sins belong to her alone.
My sins are my own.
My sins are more than enough.
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Oer my Sins Thou sit and moan...
Oer my Sins Thou sit and moant
Hast thou no Sins of thy ownt
Oer my Sins thou sit and weept
And lull thy own Sins fast asleept
What Transgressions I commit
Are for thy Transgressions fit
They thy Harlots thou their Slave
And my Bed becomes their Grave
Poor pale pitiable form
That I follow in a Storm
Iron tears and groans of lead
Bind around my akeing head
And let us go to the highest downs
With many pleasing wiles
The Woman that does not love your Frowns
Will never embrace your smiles
poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1794)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: Spare Us Sinners, God…
Whatever sins, our ancestors had done,
God, spare our future generations, please:
From strife and death by famine, wars and sun;
Open your heart of kindness and give peace.
Whatever sins, our children try to do,
Despite our warning them not to; O Lord,
Forgive them and withhold your just rod too:
They know not how sins offend you, O God.
O God of mercy and infinite love,
Ignore our trespasses, bestow your grace;
Our sincere repentance, help us to prove;
From devils’ hands, protect the human race!
The world today is full of sin and vice;
Help us to avoid sin and be soul-wise.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-18-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Forgiven, but not Forgotten
Sins are made to be forgiven but not forgotten
can be done by words or action
can be seen in citizens or normal children
In any status of life or position.
An ode for the sinners meaning an ode for us all
some may not know the consequences of sins
but that what completes us people
but i only know one thing, it gives pain.
All of us wish that it would vanish
But even though sins would be gone
the scars it will leave will still not perish
and still whats done is done.
poem by Michael Angelo Legaspi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sin and Stuff
Lord – if that is how
a stranger, I, should address
that stranger, you –
I – or one resembling I –
have done so many actions
which the world would classify
as crimes, or sins, according as
the one who classified them might believe…
and in the classifications which
men attribute boldly to that presumed you,
there must be crimes or sins which are unnamed
which I have done; good left undone…
indeed, your devotees would see it as a sin
if any single breath, any heartbeat passed
without their holding you in mind…
So if I understood forgiveness, as beyond
the way we scold our children, even punish them,
yet never cease to love…
then I would ask forgiveness of my sins
in that same spirit; yet I would ask, first,
understanding; mine, and yours
(though I would hope them finally the same)
for I believe that really, the you
that I perceive you as –
that really, you’re my best friend…
who understands my crimes and sins
better than I do myself…
and in that understanding, love.
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Confessed
Confessed, I did to my sins. Know I do that everyone is going to hate me now. Some people will never accept me as their own again. The reality is that truth really hurts. I am sorry for my sins although I cannot deny that I felt something which I should not be feeling. Forgive me, I am really sorry.
poem by Rohit Sapra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sorrow Sins &Love
Stories that never been told.Bitter feelings never been express.Security that never was secure.Confussion and Knowledge not to be told. Emotions cut short, lives that can't be restored Sorrow Sins&Love
A son who looks like his father A daughter who's sed and a mothers sins.The past is to deep as if it eas throwning water.A soldier who is loyal to defend the one thing he loves.Sorrow Sins &Love
Addiction more powerful then drugs love that never been found, wounds that can't heal.A bowl that can't be filled. Sorrow Sins & Love.
Math problems never to solved forgiveness as black as this ink im writting with.Unexplained theories and music without sound. How we express our misfortunes. How can we subside our doubt.
Sins only the devil can understand Sorrow in which jesus weep love knowing one day it would be ecknowledge.
These indregients can't bake a cake but know how will determinate the comfortablity.Those who know the story hold the truth.Look towarf the future to find a better you.Sorrow brings happiness Sins you can repent and Love cover all things.
poem by Lucinda Bryson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sins Of Omission
On the fringes of torso and lips
Straining to hear the voice of gospel choir
Pummelled plains and beaten fields
Were never broken in spirit within
But I feel like were coming around
Yes, I feel like were coming around
Tell me
Cloud burst teeming, insect wave and bite
Yes its true, we are not alone
Tv silence its a narrow entrance
Its a sometimes leading into future time
But I feel like were coming around
Yes, I feel like were coming around
I feel like were coming around
Sins of omission, no love
Sins of omission
I heard it once before in shepherds isolation
Over the horizon in blue and white now, now
Now overcome you can outrun it
When the roarings cease and the right stuff weaves and fits into your life
And I feel like were coming around
Yes I feel like Im coming around, tell me
Sins of omission, no love
Sins
song performed by by Midnight Oil
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Religions Are Welcome
It's a pleasure to lecture
About the sin of stealing.
It's a pleasure to listen
To talks on sins of stealing.
A thief speaks; other thieves hear.
Then they disperse for works.
Speaking and hearing about sins
Sooth the burns of sins people make.
Hence people welcome religions.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Walk Like A Man
Man, the fights they had
He'd cover up his ears
He thought, "big boys don't cry"
Fought back all the tears
Mama'd use her makeup
To hide the bruises on her face
In the morning they'd pretend
That there'd never ever
Been a trace
His old man woke him up
To help him find the car
Take the bus uptown
Outside some run-down bar
Swore that he was quitting
And then he'd start to cry
And though the boy knew the truth
Sometimes he'd still believe that lie
[chorus]
When the sins of the father
Are the sins of the son
All you do is crawl
When you wanna run
But God gave boys their mamas
Cause they always see their promise
And they help them understand
How to walk like a man, walk like a man
They moved a lot of places
They never settled down
It got pretty old, being the new kid in town
He'd always tell his friends, "My daddy's sick today"
Said, he'd be rich if he had a nickel every time
He heard his mama say
[chorus]
The sins of the father
Are the sins of the son
Crawl before you walk boy
Walk before you run
Come on, stand up straight
I'm proud of you
Take my hand, I know you can
Walk like a man, walk like a man
Your daddy's demons are callin' your name
Don't you listen to them, cause they got no claim
Temptation may come, that ain't no sin
You get stronger everytime that you don't give in
The sins of the father
Are the sins of the son
You can't undo what has been done
You'll have to retrace his footsteps through the sand
And pray you'll find the love of a girl
And take her by the hand
And walk on
Walk like a man
song performed by by Tim McGraw
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Heroin
Well I wish, I was born
A thousand years ago
And I wish that I sailed
The darkened sea
On a great big clipper ship
Goin from this land into that
In a sailors suit and cap
Away from the big city -
Away from the big city
Where a man cannot be free
Of all the evils in this town
And of himself and those around
And Im closin in on death
And I guess that I just dont know
And I guess that I just dont know
Ah - jesus died for somebodys sins
But not mine
Jesus died for somebodys sins
But not mine
I dont know just where Im goin - ahh
But Im gonna try for the kingdom
If I can - yeah
cause it makes me feel like Im a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I tell you things arent quite
The same
Its a mainline to my pain
Jesus died for somebodys sins
But not mine - heroin
Jesus died for somebodys sins
(I can feel it)
But not mine - heroin
I said, jesus died for somebodys sins
But not mine - heroin
I have made a very big decision
I gonna try to nullify my life -
You know
I get so low and then the smack flows
I dont care Im gonna make it my wife
Because when the blood begins to flow
And shoots up the droppers neck
And Im closin in on death
You can all go take a walk
And I guess that I just dont know
And I guess that I just dont know
Jesus died for somebodys sins
But not mine - heroin
Jesus died for somebodys sins
(I can feel it)
But not mine - heroin
I said, jesus died for somebodys sins
But not mine - heroin
I said, jesus died for somebodys sins
But not mine - heroin not mine,
Heroin, smack attack
Jesus died for somebodys sins
But not mine - heroin
Jesus died for somebodys sins
But not mine - heroin
Jesus died for somebodys sins
But not mine - heroin
Jesus died for somebodys sins
But not mine - heroin
Smack attack
Dont touch that needle
V.r. h e r o I n
V.r. h e r o I n
V.r. hell h e r o I n (forever)
And Im closin in on death
H e r o I n
song performed by by Billy Idol
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Love N Hate
THIS IS A GIFT FROM THE DARK WORLD
WITH ALL MY HEART, WELCOME TO MY WORLD
IT IS GIVEN TO BELOVED ONES
A HEART FULL OF SINS
THE SINS OF THY BELOVED
RESTLESS, YOU'RE MY FEELING
DISAPPOINTMENT, YOU'RE MY COMPANION
FORGOTTEN, AROUND THE ONE I'VE LOVED
ISOLATED, IS WHAT I AM NOW
TO HELL WITH ALL THOSE SYMPATHY
IT'S ALL THE SAME TO ME
IN THE WOMB HAS WRITTEN MY FATE
LOSING ANY LOVE, IS ALL MY HATE...
*1st poem
poem by Ahmad Tarmizi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!