At times, we hurt our loved ones either intentionally or unintentionally. The damage could be repaired by sending forgiveness poems. Reading these poems can help them understand your actions and feelings and melt their hearts. Although it is not easy to forget the situation and forgive in a moment, it requires compassion and strength to let go of what happened and give a second chance. Nothing touches someone’s heart more than a wholehearted and sincere apology. Pick a thoughtful and relatable poem from our list and try your luck by sending it across. However, do give them some time to get you.
23 Poems About Forgiveness
If you are heartbroken or feeling negative, retrospect and lead on to the path of forgiveness for your own good through these heart-warming poems on forgiveness.
1. The Joy Of Forgiveness
The joy of forgiveness lightens one’s burden, It showers happiness, Showers our heart with blessedness, so we wake up in a lighter mood of wellness. Just try, unload your baggage, Throw away such garbage, Let our heart fly and set a voyage, Feel free to take out such bondage, And stop our physique from its wreckage. The joy of forgiveness is the key, To live on earth peacefully, And wake up the morning readily, A fresh air dominates comfortably, So sweet a conscience of harmony. I forgive you and you forgive me, Another flow of peace release, Another love and acceptance dominate, Let the trust once again surface, As we give each other a chance, We mean forgiveness at hand. —Susan T. Aparejo
2. Patterns Of Forgiveness
Seasons come and go, leaving memories of hereditary reminders on waysides of living. Gathering decisions like wild flowers in bouquets of reminiscence. Talking of vibrant issues within niches of coagulated being, recognizing interesting factions through patterns of forgiveness. Messages being sent to heaven in wisps of candle flames, rising higher with every prayer. Soliciting an attentive initiative towards endings of life. —RoseAnn V. Shawiak
3. The Rest
The rest of us watch from beyond the fence as the woman moves with her jagged stride into her pain as if into a slow race. We see her body in motion but hear no sounds, or we hear sounds but no language; or we know it is not a language we know yet. We can see her clearly but for her it is running in black smoke. The cluster of cells in her swelling like porridge boiling, and bursting, like grapes, we think. Or we think of explosions in mud; but we know nothing. All around us the trees and the grasses light up with forgiveness, so green and at this time of the year healthy. We would like to call something out to her. Some form of cheering. There is pain but no arrival at anything. —Margaret Atwood
4. Forgiveness
Now bury with the dead years conflicts dead And with fresh days let all begin anew. Why longer amid shrivelled leaf-drifts tread, When buds are swelling, flower-sheaths peeping through? Seen through the vista of the vanished years, How trivial seem the struggle and the crown, How vain past feuds, when reconciling tears Course down the channel worn by vanished frown. How few mean half the bitterness they speak! Words more than feelings keep us still apart, And, in the heat of passion or of pique, The tongue is far more cruel than the heart. Since love alone makes it worthwhile to live, Let all be now forgiven, and forgive. —Alfred Austin
5. May We All Ask Forgiveness To God
May we all ask forgiveness to God? Sometimes we are just too busy with our lives And we forget about you And the worst part is that when We remember that we forgot about you Is too late. —Aldo Kraas
6. Sorry
Dear parents, I forgive you my life, Begotten in a drab town, The intention was good; Passing the street now, I see still the remains of sunlight. It was not the bone buckled; You gave me enough food To renew myself. It was the mind’s weight Kept me bent, as I grew tall. It was not your fault. What should have gone on, Arrow aimed from a tried bow At a tried target, has turned back, Wounding itself With questions you had not asked. —R. S. Thomas
7. Forgiveness Is Divine
We are all sinners on this earth; So, let us forgive each other and live in peace. Forgiveness is divine! So, forgive one another and live in peace. Forgive your enemies and try very hard to forget their past mistakes! Yes, life must go on; With the muse of peace and love. —Edward Kofi Louis
8. Parable Of Faith
Now, in twilight, on the palace steps the king asks forgiveness of his lady. He is not duplicitous; he has tried to be true to the moment; is there another way of being true to the self? The lady hides her face, somewhat assisted by the shadows. She weeps for her past; when one has a secret life, One’s tears are never explained. Yet gladly would the king bear the grief of his lady: his is the generous heart, in pain as in joy. Do you know What does forgiveness mean? it mean the world has sinned, the world must be pardoned. —Louise Gluck
9. Forgiveness
Forgiveness, a heartfelt decision. The clearing of one’s heart without remission. A voice from deep within, contemplates, removal of festered thoughts of sin. Forgiveness, allowing positive energy to prevail. Wiping out all negativity along the trail. Forcing out emotions of darkness deep. Keeping straight, a good night’s sleep. —Melvina Germain
10. A Feeling For Forgiveness
When tempers flare harsh words are often said and sometimes not meant at all. Only in anger, are they expressed and not meant to be said. We all walk different roads and have differences of opinion, but a feeling for forgiveness must dwell within our lives. When we meet obstacles, we must always live and let live to survive. —David Harris
11. Forgiveness Please
I know what it takes to forgive And I’m asking so I can begin to live Again and not be so sad You have a right to hold it back and be mad But think of this in the end Forgiveness will be good to comprehend. —Paul Warren
12. Forgiveness Is The End
Forgiveness is the end of Past. Conceived ideas begin to form: An old mind crushing to dust: The brave survivor of the storm! As you reach your depths, you find A wiser man at ease, with pride. A passing sense of emptiness, Numb, as old emotions had subsided: Conclude that life is nothingness, And Hope arises to bright your side: In heart, the birth of a new dream, Shows you the future path fulfilled. —Mihaela Pirjol
13. Individual Forgiveness
Forgiveness is in the hands of individual hearts, sometimes being given, more often not. Feelings hurt, tears falling, staining self-esteem, never finding a way to find comfort from the abuse being given. Circumstances always essentially the same, yelling screaming, verbal, mental, and emotional. Falling upon innocent ears and minds, taking a toll on a child, filling them with endless fears and stress. Taking away their mental stamina and physical health, marring the childhood they were supposed to have. —RoseAnn V. Shawiak
14. Forgiveness
“My heart was heavy, for its trust had been Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong; So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men, One summer Sabbath day I strolled among The green mounds of the village burial-place; Where, pondering how all human love and hate Find one sad level; and how, soon or late, Wronged and wrongdoer, each with meekened face, And cold hands folded over a still heart, Pass the green threshold of our common grave, Whither all footsteps tend, whence none depart, Awed for myself, and pitying my race, Our common sorrow, like a mighty wave, Swept all my pride away, and trembling I forgave!” —John Greenleaf Whittier
15. The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods
If this importunate heart trouble your peace With words lighter than air, Or hopes that in mere hoping flicker and cease; Crumple the rose in your hair; And cover your lips with odorous twilight and say, ‘O Hearts of wind-blown flame! O Winds, older than changing of night and day, That murmuring and longing came From marble cities loud with tabors of old In dove-grey faery lands; From battle-banners, fold upon purple fold, Queens wrought with glimmering hands; That saw young Niamh hover with love-lorn face Above the wandering tide; And lingered in the hidden desolate place Where the last Phoenix died, And wrapped the flames above his holy head; And still murmur and long: O piteous Hearts, changing till change be dead In a tumultuous song’: And cover the pale blossoms of your breast With your dim heavy hair, And trouble with a sigh for all things longing for rest The odorous twilight there. —William Butler Yeats
16. Dark August
So much rain, so much life like the swollen sky of this black August. My sister, the sun, broods in her yellow room and won’t come out. Everything goes to hell; the mountains fume like a kettle, rivers overrun; still, she will not rise and turn off the rain. She is in her room, fondling old things, my poems, turning her album. Even if thunder falls like a crash of plates from the sky, she does not come out. Don’t you know I love you but am hopeless at fixing the rain? But I am learning slowly to love the dark days, the steaming hills, the air with gossiping mosquitoes, and to sip the medicine of bitterness, so that when you emerge, my sister, parting the beads of the rain, with your forehead of flowers and eyes of forgiveness, all with not be as it was, but it will be true (you see they will not let me love as I want), because, my sister, then I would have learnt to love black days like bright ones, The black rain, the white hills, when once I loved only my happiness and you. —Derek Walcott
17. A Lesson Of Life
Sins to reach clouds of sky sins nearly as great as earth sins as many as foams of ocean were you then to pray to God were you then to come to God were you then to ask forgiveness ascribing no partner to God so long as you call upon God ask of mercy and forgive to God God would bring you forgiveness God shall forgive you for what you have done God is the Most Merciful and Fullest of Forgiveness. —Ahmad Shiddiqi
18. Elemental Forgiveness
Lightning flashes, over the distant hills, The smell of rain is in the air. I love the way the the caressing wind feels, As it blows gently through my hair. A steel grey curtain, slowly descends, Kissing the lonely land. In a loving gesture, making amends, To the parched and burning sand. The tears come down on the grateful face, Of the Earth and she’s consoled. Her pain and sorrow now erased, The rain is welcomed to the fold. —Juan Olivarez
19. The Path Of Forgiveness
As I creep down the path of forgiveness and I search for my own lonely heart, I yearn for the feel of completion. I must finish what God made me start. I can see in the distant horizon there resemble someone I once knew. Do I have the strength needed to reach her? If I don’t, can I get it from you? Will you help clear my path as I’m trudging down that frightfully winding old road? Can I lean on your arm for my safety even though you can’t carry my load? This old path is alive in my memory. It knew I’d return on this day. I am listening to my own heartbeat while the unknown is leading the way. My legs have been turned into jelly. I see myself walking along. I wonder if I should be back here. For some reason this feels very wrong. —Mary Nagy
20. It’s Tough Without You
It’s hard to make you understand, But, believe me I don’t pretend, Mistake has happened and I won’t deny, Blame on the situation to defy, I just want that you forgive me through, So that I don’t feel blue, Please forgive me now, I don’t have any words or how! Forgive me! —Unknown
21. This Is Just to Say
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold. —William Carlos Williams
22. In Memoriam A. H. H.
Forgive what seem’d my sin in me; What seem’d my worth since I began; For merit lives from man to man, And not from man, O Lord, to thee. Forgive my grief for one removed, Thy creature, whom I found so fair. I trust he lives in thee, and there I find him worthier to be loved. Forgive these wild and wandering cries, Confusions of a wasted youth; Forgive them where they fail in truth, And in thy wisdom make me wise.” —Alfred Lord Tennyson
23. Things Do Happen
Things do happen with the flow of hour, In minutes two people can go far, I did not meant to hurt you in any way, I did not meant to misbehave that day, But, whatever happened, Please forget about it, Coz I now ask you to forgive me, I hope you will do it soon! —Unknown
