Love Poems About Redemption or Redemption Love Poems
by Brian Anderson |
Categories: love, passionme, me,

Yin & Yang ( a Love Letter )

she's absolut
i'm hennessy
i'm rush hour traffic in L.A.
she's a small town in Tennessee
she's left handed
i think i'm always right
i love the way she will compromise
i never give in without a fight

hard/soft

she's satin sheets
i'm the body wrapped within
together were complete
without her i feel without a friend

i'm lust
she's desire
she's my redemption
my salvation from the fire
and while were not exactly opposites
she compliments me beautifully
picking me up when i fall
and standing by me dutifully

by Lu Loo |
Categories: dedication, love,

A Backwards Poem-Needing Each Other

me needing you through good and bad times shared of joy and love with forgiveness linked into redemption saved through troubled times with truth is grace loving daily portrayed and pure is love through me needing you Forgive me, the "Backwards Poem" form is not an option on Poetry Soup so I listed it as a "verse". It is a form of poetry which can be read correctly downwards and upwards also. I used a strict syllable count of: 1-2-2-3-3-4-4-5-5-4-4-3-3-2-2-1 Date Written: June 30, 2016

by Laura Leiser |
Categories: christian, jesus, love,

Red Redemption

The Rose of Sharon bled holy red
with a crown of thorns upon His head
His blood flowed through time and space
pleased the Father, covered our disgrace.

How great Thou art, oh spotless Lamb
to suffer for the souls of man
innocent, beaten, torn and scarred
healed by Your stripes from eternal harm.

Believe in the power of the blood
shed freely on that cross above
cleansed and forgiven when we believe
new life is given when we receive.

The Rose of Sharon bled holy red
with a crown of thorns upon His head.





Written 2017


by Regina Elliott |
Categories: 7th grade, 8th grade, age, dream, lost love, men, moon,

Three Good Men

In my foolish young adult years,
three good men came along,
but their eyes brimmed with tears.
God must of sent them,
offering me love's redemption.
Not realizing they were gifts to me,
like mystic trains sent away to
wend on another journey.



The summer moon's love bathes me
in her eternal silvered glow,
upon my bed dreaming of happiness
I let go.
I do long for youth again,
to say I'm sorry for wounding them.
Was I rejecting love or myself,
placing their hearts on a shelf.

Forgive me, please,
as I age with unease.
Three good men with souls of gold,
I hope with wives who cherish them
as they grow old. ~

by Matt Mccallahan |
Categories: imagination

I Imagine You

I imagine you softly
  Like a sound on the air
The touch of your hand
  The smell of your hair...

I imagine your voice
  Gentle with the night
I hear in it the courage
  The laughter and the light...

I imagine your eyes
  all the love they hold
I see in them redemption
  the pain you never told...

I imagine your body
  The heat from your skin
I imagine your embrace
  I imagine it again...

I imagine you
  The way you imagine me,
I imagined you today
  Imagining me...

by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: day, faith, light, thanks,

Redemption Day

Through open window floats orange sun,
blaze settling on my wrinkled brow.
Closed eyes spur visit from days done.
Dark thoughts escape to highest bough;
new freedom builds the here and now.

Past shadows meld into the clouds.
On highest bough I perch upon,
my teardrops fall with sorrow’s shroud.
As orange pulp bursts through misty dawn,
the burden of my shadows gone.

My spirit flies since freed from cage
with joyful love in morning light.
A songbird from the gilded age,
Sweet music lingers into night.
Praise drifts then clings to page of white.

With humble words, I thank the one
Who made this day and gave the sun.

by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: jesus, passion, truth,

Aftermath of Our Lord's Passion

You have sacrificed yourself sweet Jesus for our redemption

Yet we celebrated Hare's Day instead of Your holy Resurrection! 






© Demetrios Trifiatis
        17 April 2017

* Although the poem that was chosen as POTD on Easter Sunday is a fine one as a poem, I find it most inappropriate to celebrate our Lord's Resurrection. We have to remember that Easter Sunday has to do with our Lord's victory over Death and not with a hare's sweet eggs. 

It is not the case that I do not love the poet or the poem but I love Jesus more! 

PS: I know this might cost me dearly but I must defend our Lord's Passion.

by Arturo Michael |
Categories: encouraging, god, inspirational love,

You'Re Never Alone

Hope Faith Deliverance~Thanks Praise Redemption~Feel God's Power of Love

by Clay Young Jr. |
Categories: angst, life, loss, lost love, recovery from...,

Edmond's Alternate Ending

Edmond’s Alternate Ending I am about to move Though I’ve yet to move on… …now that I’ve moved on Or was it moved back I found all the lack In my alleged desires A mind of loss conspires For redemption, or revenge My vengeance consumed me Began to eat me whole Til I realized I was the one chewing And the graves that I was digging Were nothing more than holes So I stopped biting And recovered the Earth Won’t belittle myself by fighting Or lower my self worth Stooping to do battle with the trolls I’ll just let them dig their own holes

by Matthew Miles |
Categories: on writing and wordstime,

Creative Undead

The street lights switch on & so does my head,
From my mind flows prose, compose, no time for bed.
Who knows if those thoughts are chose to come again,
No time to doze, put on some clothes & grab yourself a pen.

The dawn breaks & so does my stride,
Thoughts turn to dust in my mind,
Another artistic vampire, the creative undead,
Time to return to my coffin, my bed.

Here lies the great day sleeper,
Known to few, respected by none, most thought him daft,
His heart burnt bright with the love of his craft,
Fueled by the fires of passion & drive,
Doused with a lack of any real substance.

R.I.P.
Redemption In Poetry.

by L'Nass Shango |
Categories: passionlonging,

This Is the Brawl

This is the brawl in which my life began
For I did not live, did not become a man
Until I could speak in the chaos of the crowd
Ran with smoky eyes 
Beside the living love of a fellowman
While police dogs sniffed our heels
And bit the butt of our debates
Leaving only mangled arguments
About decisions being made for us.
Today in London I measure growth
In the fraction of our blood
That flowed more like rivers before
And always I remember the taste of salt
The natal blood on my tongue
God's own symbol of my redemption
Each time I am born
So this fire alone I come fearless
Of death, longing to be born again.

by Geoffrey Brewer |
Categories: death of a friend, happiness,

The Spirit of the Sun Dial

THE SPIRIT OF THE SUN DIAL

I tell the sunny hours throughout the day
From dawn til dusk imparting my fair message
Evoking warmth and love throughout the day
No time for shadows hinting at dark presage

But when the shade of night engulfs my dial
A darkening of spirit, life force scorns
The moon now points the hours of denial
Its gleam bare luminating dismal forms

I see the blackness in the hearts of men
And feel despair that overcomes the soul
My spirit plumbs a dark and secret glen
Til lambent rays tint peaks; at last console

Then blessed dawn brings sun in its ascension
Restores my purpose vital, my redemption

by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: analogy, animal, caregiving, forgiveness, god, humanity,

Please Just Love Me

Righteous Father hold me
With my heart remold me
Embrace this my vessel

Please just love me 

Console me captivate myself 
Increase your breath of life in me
Mighty awesome come before me

Please just love me

I am your patched up vessel 
Pour into me
Fill me within your goodness 

Renew me my mind, body and soul
Give me your love to give out
I love you Father, Daddy take me higher

Mistaken misfortune sinner 
Guilty broken forgiven enriched salvation
 solid in my Redemption repented learnt lessons 
In my downs now I am up...yet in still
Yet you just love me 

1/27/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23 (c)

by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories: love,

Gratitude

With words of gentle beauty,
your heart a lightning rod,
you grace us with your poems
that portray the face of God.

You sustain your themes so poignantly
ne'er straying from your track,
you always plumb the core of things,
of candor there's no lack;

and you're a friend to loneliness
to anger and despair, yet
you always find redemption
in a plea or in a prayer.

My dear your prayers are answered
and your dreams are coming true;
how could I be so lucky
to have found a girl like you?

by Mark Koplin |
Categories: prayer,

Gods Chosen One

Born from sincere love, under onyx skies
Is the righteous One of soft golden hue
This child is the world’s redeemer, its prize
Rescuer of men, His light will shine through

To deliver souls from the Hell fire
Jesus, selfless Lord, is God’s Chosen One
Settling men’s debts is His only desire
In sermons before His work would be done

He brought forth the truth of God’s Holy Word
Telling people of the Kingdom to come
Giving up His life; the cost He incurred
First, bloodied by thorns, he then did succumb

Let us rejoice in His victory won
Divine redemption by God’s only son

September 11, 2020

by Gordon Mcconnell |
Categories: god, gospel, spiritual,

Eternal Redemption Applied

God is the God of eternal redemption
sending for my salvation His dear son
who became my redeemer that lives
paid the price for my sins atonement done

God requires me to believe in Him
providing knowledge so I would know
that Jesus redeemed me from all my sin
so I could go on to spiritually grow

God proves His great love for me
sticking close by me forever and a day
for Jesus, His dear son died for me
so my sure foundation will always stay

God has proved He's my loving God
for my Redeemer lives eternally true
He'll stand on this earth at the final day 
showing that I'm part of His heavenly crew

by Regina Elliott |
Categories: 6th grade, 7th grade, blessing, celebration, christian, forgiveness, jesus,

Christian Lioness

I'm a Christian Lioness
of the Lion of Judah,
I had a tumultuous youth
and came to redemption.
To be forgiven as to forgive.
In His blessed mercy 
I have pardon.
In Him there is pure love's
Holiness,
In Him there is forevermore.

I sing to Him in exultation,
or softly as an April whispered
breeze.
As I lift prayers to my Yeshua,
Rabboni, I cherish You!
You love humanity,
despite our grieving You,
and accepted willingly my
prodigal return with my
heart in joy for You.
I'm a Christian Lioness
of the Lion of Judah. ~


by Audrey Haick |
Categories: life, seasons,

Cool Spring

Cool
spring
stirring
in silence
beneath winter’s breath,
its eternal magic potion
which awakens strength, life, love, hope and second chances
It is a gift that is freely given- renewed life and redemption for all that breathe.
~*~

by Joy Wellington |
Categories: lost love, recovery from..., red,

Frozen Heart

I will move away
from his winter bleached white heart 
       Redemption draws nigh

     The place I met him
no longer its warmth entice
     Serve me a red heart

   Thoughts of him gone cold
as red scorn bled love vein dry
    Green pastures I see

by Edward Ebbs |
Categories: analogy, anxiety, depression, desire, destiny, emotions, identity, life, psychological, self, trust,

Depression's Illusion

The horizon
desolate
it matters not
what you were
memories
are just that
memories
a familiar road
peering within
inadequacy 
reaching out
to what end
tomorrow 
matters more
without performance
love has conditions
a battered heart
realizing
I am nothing 
life’s miscarriage
so what is left
redemption
maybe a tear
I do not think so
life moves on
a judgement
my memories
scattering
empty spaces
no hand awaits
erase me.

Edward J Ebbs - February 20, 2016

by Anthony Lyrics |
Categories: angst, childhood, death, depression, life, sad, sympathy, teen,

Young Girls Pain

Love
Deceitful, wicked
Weeping, cringing, loathing
Things children shouldn’t feel
Hate
 
Intimacy
Repulsive, severe
Struggling, bleeding, collapsing
My pain continues unheard
Father
 
Hope
Abandoned, faulty
Hiding, listening, praying
Life is my suffering
Justice
 
Purpose
Forbidden, fruitless
Reeling, clutching, grinning
The agony has ended
Redemption

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by Clifford Villalon |
Categories: funny, sad, words, writing,

I Love You For Being You

Ideas conveyed in trails of semantics
Or moving over horse and bars in gymnastics
Tumbling, rolling, scribbling phonetics
Reeling, shrilling, scorching like ballistics

Quibbling over ideas and reams of whims
Rattling odd stories of soul's whines and trims
Yours is the power over lines and grims
Absolution or redemption atop one's dreamed
  old gym hymns

by Matt Caliri |
Categories: baby, daughter,

To My Newborn Daughter, Years From Now

Standing high upon the knot 
In my ladder years,
I claimed to be the king.
Now, the crown horrifies me.
Still some gentle cruise is within me.
Like Saturn turned upside-down.
Would we notice the madness in the crème?
If there’s anyone that’s going to point the way for you it’s me.
Not out of self-aggrandizement, out of pure love,
And full, final redemption for all my short-comings.
How do I stop the avalanche?
Why do I feel I need to stop the avalanche?
Is it really an avalanche?
Or do I like playing with visions,
Responding to my own antics with mock melodrama?
Let the bizarre stay bizarre. 
I’ll be in the corner selling coconuts.

by Funom Makama |
Categories: emotions, life, woman, women,

Dwindling Feminine Moods

Seeking redemption is seen as the reason for sweet adjectives
prone to behavioral constipation, refusing the laxatives
Sincere actions of love so pregnant
may also give images so poignant
emotions always cloud reasoning from seeing actual motives.

by Tahirih Montes De Oca |
Categories: change, desire, for him, longing, love, sorry, together,

Making Amends

There are still things to be done.
Places within you that I can call home.
There are depths to dig
And heights to climb,
There are still things about you that have yet to blow my mind.
There are kisses beneath the moon.
Stars to wish upon.
There is a world in your eyes that awaits for me to find.
There is still room for redemption.
We can shed our skin and never have to look at the bruises from our past.
We can sculpt our faults and singe our scars to the wind.