Poems about sin



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№ 1209230

The sin thing

Baptize me on the font of faults
I am locked already
Into the vaults.

Criticise me
Blind me in my eyes
Delilah sees and
Knows the reasons why,
This handsome samson
Has to die.

Truss me up and
Bus me out
I'll leave the epitaph to you.


sin,  thing.

Author: John Edward Smallshaw
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Date: 06/04/2020


№ 1206401

Sin was Crossed out

The crowds gathered around the hill where three men were hanged on a the cross. Two were paying for what they had done and one was not worthy of death, yet he was sentenced anyway. As the hung between two sinners, and innocent blood was shed, a list was blotted out by the Crimson stain. Between heaven and earth in anguish a price was paid and on that rugged tree sin was crossed out for all who would believe.


crossed,  sin.

Author: James M Vines
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Date: 03/04/2020

№ 1202045

Taste Of Sin

When the lust kicks in
Your whole world spins
Hoping for a taste of sin


sin,  taste.

Author: -
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Date: 30/03/2020

№ 1201454

Sin

I shed tears of moonlight
For every sin
I have yet to commit.


sin.

Author: Hannah
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Date: 30/03/2020


№ 1200616

Sin

We are full of it,
The stain of corrupt stained. flesh,
That should haunt our every being.
It is what we live with,
And feed until like an unwanted guest
Stares at us from the corner of a room
And fixes its eyes on us,
Helpless to its gaze.

It cusses and dam s us,
Corodes us until its acid rain rust particles form.
It's. Rebellious Angels drag us down
To the way of Cain,
Like The way of Kora we stand unflinching.
A spot on white gloss,
Like a muscle needs fibres to tear,
Blood to pump,
Oxygen to breath it is starved of such things.
A worm burrows through timber,
As water seeps into wood,
Is only fit for wood to be burnt,
Set ablaze into the nights sky,
And carbon fills the earth.

Like the toxins of cigarette smoke,
Into lungs no longer fit to breath
It's like a ticking of a clock,
Yet it bothers us not,
Lot and Sodam understood it not,
And death is its grim reaper,
An olive branch is cut off,

Thrown into the flame,
Yet one cup can cleanse a dying soul
Never to be thrown into the fire.
Sin.


sin.

Author: Traveller in time
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Date: 29/03/2020

№ 1200260

Donde sin quion

No hay
Ni un alma entre los arboles.
Y yo
No so adonde me he ido.


sin.

Author: Octavio Paz
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Date: 29/03/2020


№ 1198379

Sin Syndrome

Sprouted by vibrant sperms,
Sprang up in violent genes,
Life is a fount full of germs.

Truth is bitter and no better
He choses to keep life easy and rosy
Loves and leads a lazy legend
Hurts and hurls others to thrive
Feels safe and strong in flesh and blood
Enjoys the wealth of health in youth

Strong and selfish sign out morals
Week and meek lack morale
Mind is more money maniac
Sweeps off soul as silly sole
Skin is thick with sundry sins

As worms scooped out warmth of life,
Age squeezed flesh and blood from body
No scouts and screams for succour in sight
Save pale praying lips from kith and kin
Alas! Vexed soul vanished from forbidden body
In futile search of budding spirit to boom again.
Oh God! From tainted tomb to wanted womb.


sin,  syndrome.

Author: Bhupathi Prabhakara Rao
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Date: 27/03/2020

№ 1198030

Winds of Sin

Its putrid smell
Your secrets deep
To all will tell

Thick sweet scent
Composed of evil and blood
The winds blew seeking its victim
Comes the faceless demon on a fiery horse

Twisting black breezes
Race at a madman's pace
Cast monstrous shadows across the sky
Revealing the answer to questioning eyes
The soul was swallowed by its own lies


This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U. S. Copyright
Act, 17 U. S. C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby


sin,  winds.

Author: Tammy M Darby
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Date: 27/03/2020

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