I am a man with many, many faults,
perhaps more than a mortal man can bear.
This knowledge my humanity assaults
and brings me to my knee in solemn prayer.
How can I be forgiven for my acts
when many are so blatantly unwise?
How do I now atone to face the facts?
Humility and candor, I surmise.
My heart is so enraged by other's sins
that I confess I want they should not live.
Yet, through my jealousy the demon wins;
my broken, contrite heart must now forgive.
My Guenevere, my love, I'll always see
as stainless throughout all eternity.
Author notes
I don't know... just came to me.
In a list
A contest entry
- Love, Love, Love. No PW by LanguishedLad.
700 points, ended March 17, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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well penned
Liked this alot and thanks for the entry, best of luck in the comp.
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This is wonderful, A beautiful poem.
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I don't know... just came to me.
or maybe you just came. Just a thought. This is very different and in a alas poor yorick way it seems to work. I have looked at this comp and I would say you have to be in with a shot with something like this. Unless ofcourse Laguished Lad is thinking, "I'm pretty sure this is English he is writing here?" Then you may have thrown a few pearls before swine
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A beautiful sonnet of a man on his knees humbled by his own weaknesses and those of others... yet seeing his lover as pure.
Wonderfully penned my friend!
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I love this, I love the directness and to the point the message is. I think we all tend to be a bit too hard on ourselves. I see this one wearing gold.
Love,
Amera♥
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Well I must say this one hits home doesnt it???? Perfectly penned and i truly believe how many feel at times. Great job here. Best wishes to you in the contest.
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