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POEM STARTER
Submitted by Maranda Quinn
They say forgiveness is a virtue, but I’d rather keep my anger.
Use this line as inspiration for a poem.
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Forgive?
Forgiveness has abandoned me,
As my skin twists,
And my expression dulls,
Forgive?
You know not what lurks beneath,
The ugliness which festers in my gullet,
Anger,
Forgive?
Anger beckons me,
And I heed its call,
Tell me what you yearn, so I may snuff it out,
Forgive?
Tell me what you crave, so I may spoil its taste upon your tongue,
Tell me what you fear, so I may feast upon the way you tremble,
Tell me what you hate, so I may embody it,
Forgive?
No,
My anger soothes,
Nurturing the grotesque,
Poisoning my soul,
Forgive?
It is anger I seek,
It is anger I’ll keep.
They say forgiveness is a virtue, but I’d rather keep my anger. It was having sympathy that put me in this present danger. I was taught to show love to everyone, including strangers. And to help those in need, do society a favor.
But what have I gained from it; where's my reward, society? Why is it that when I help others they all throw stones at me? What crimes have I committed against you? On the contrary, I believe that I've served justice and improved the lives of many.
So quick to judge when its not you behind the mask And risking your life for others is not a daily task They once called me a hero, a light in a loathing darkness But now I become what I once fought, since my heart they've hardened.
They say forgiveness is a virtue, a saintly, hallowed grace, A cleansing of the wounded soul, a smile upon the face. A turning of the other cheek, a soft and gentle sigh, A whispered prayer for those who hurt, a tear wiped from the eye. But I would rather keep my anger, a fire in my chest, A burning coal of resentment, where fury finds its nest. Forgiveness may be praised by all, a path to inner peace, But anger, raw and visceral, offers a different release. It hisses like a viper, coiled within my core, A venomous reminder of the wounds I still deplore. They say forgiveness sets you free, unlocks the chains of pain, But anger, oh, it binds me tight, again and again and again. For in its fiery embrace, I find a twisted art, A bitter satisfaction that tears my soul apart. Each memory, a poisoned dart, flung from the bow of hate, Lodged deep within my aching heart, sealed by a cruel fate. They preach of healing, letting go, of rising from the fall, But anger whispers, "Hold on tight, remember it all." Remember every slight and scorn, each treacherous deceit, The hollow words, the broken vows, the bitter, cold defeat. Forgiveness, they say, is strength, a noble, selfless deed, But anger screams, "Remember them, the ones who made you bleed." It paints a vivid tapestry of wrongs I can't erase, A gallery of grievances, etched upon my face. They say forgiveness is a gift, you offer to yourself, But anger is a weapon sharp, honed on a mental shelf. It guards against the vulnerability, the softness of the heart, A fortress built of bitterness, where love can play no part. Forgiveness may be wisdom's path, the enlightened ones proclaim, But anger is a primal force, a raging, hungry flame. It scorches every bridge I cross, leaves ashes in its wake, A desolate and barren land, a choice I make and make. They say forgiveness brings you close to grace and inner light, But anger is a shadowed realm, where darkness holds me tight. It whispers tales of vengeance, of retribution's call, A siren song of sweet revenge, where justice will befall. Forgiveness may be medicine, to mend a shattered soul, But anger is a potent drug, that takes its cruel control. It floods my veins with burning rage, a fire in my blood, A tempest in my tortured mind, misunderstood. They say forgiveness opens doors, to empathy and care, But anger slams them shut with force, leaving me bare. Alone I stand, within the walls, of my self-made despair, A prisoner of my own design, consumed by bitter air. Forgiveness may be freedom's key, to break the chains that bind, But anger is a heavy weight, I willingly leave behind. A burden I refuse to shed, a comfort in its hold, A twisted sense of power gained, a story to be told. They say forgiveness is a choice, a conscious act of will, But anger is a reflex swift, an instinct hard to kill. It surges through my very being, a force I can't deny, A primal scream, a bitter cry, that echoes in the sky. Forgiveness may be beauty's touch, a gentle, healing hand, But anger is a twisted mask, I hide behind, unplanned. It shields me from the world outside, from kindness and from grace, A lonely, isolated soul, lost in a desolate space. They say forgiveness is a virtue, a path to higher ground, But anger is the quicksand deep, where I am forever bound. And though it drags me down and down, into its dark embrace, I cling to it with all my might, in this forsaken place. For in this realm of bitterness, I am the master of my fate, A king of desolation, reigning in my hate. And though it may destroy me, consume me whole, I'll keep my anger close at hand, a poison in my soul.
They say forgiveness is a virtue but I’d rather keep my anger, patronising and belittling me , inside jokes kept all to yourself. laughing manically as im brought down to my knees, with every whip I took he stood and watch me bleed.
Insulting my intelligence renaming it banter, each and every night I cried, laid next to me pretending not to notice blissfully falling asleep even sitting in the same house suffocated me. Stuck in hell but I couldn’t leave, threats running through my veins, a shadow of myself as I began to fade away.
Called me crazy enough times it became a fact. Scared little me has long gone now, buried underneath incessant rage, The strength I swallowed deep is finally Leaking through there’s about to be a fucking storm, heading right for you.
Walk a mile in my shoes and tell me what you see, I tried to play nice with my past but it keeps on hunting me every dark Corner looming over my bed, the sound of your voice on repeat constantly in my head.
Tell me how can I forgive and forget each way he tortured me. Tell me how to move on when subconsciously I’m being haunted by the evil in my past. Every day I pray that it’s all just a bad dream.
How many likes define my worth? When will I prove myself to you? Ignored with 100 likes. Ignored with 500 likes. Ignored with 1,000 likes. But what if 100,500,1,000 people came up and said they liked you Endeless suitors You may say But most still scroll right past My posts Don’t last My words don’t matter I try to speak up to advocate To reach out I am shut down and shut up My words reach few but those who are pretty those who are rich those who are famous They get recognition for doing silly dances Teling stupid jokes Faking laughs I am trying to help the world To spread my words To encourage the people But how many likes define my worth? How many subscribers until i am relevant enough for you? How many shares Until i go viral? How many negative comments before I give up. Because without the likes And with the hate My words wont reach the people How many likes define my worth? How many times do I have to ask, before you listen?
I’ve always wanted to forgive him for treating me wrong. I’ve always wanted to forgive him for cheating. But, I knew I had to forgive myself first. Deep down inside, the thought of him being with someone else after I was all in for him for months hurt me. It hurt me bad. It hurt me to the point where I felt like giving up all over again. Was I ever enough? Did I do enough? These questions were always going through my head. But, It wasn’t the first time. No, not at all. It wasn’t the first time I felt like this. Even though he tried to take the blame for my depression, I know it wasn’t him. It was me. Even though he tried to tear me down. It wasn’t him that brung me in this hole, it was me. I did this, I hurt myself once again. I put myself in a cycle of endless pain everytime I dwell on a situation. So no, I cannot blame anyone for what happens to me because deep down I know it’s me. Its my fault.
They say forgiveness is a virtue But I would rather keep my anger Even though it will put my heart In a constant state of mortal danger For to keep the anger going Gives the body toxins by the score And I do not really want to see My helpless body lying on the floor So maybe the virtue called forgiveness Should be my gift to others and to me Maybe graciousness and forgiveness Will be my new virtues that all will see