Little King of Sorrows


Don't think he isn't on to you.
You not the mom I thought I knew,
These vicious lies you claim are true.

Although my savior sets me free,
You're quick to judge my life you see.
Playing God Self-righteously.
You thrive upon hypocracy.

Crooked path's you surely stroll.
A river of styxx you pay the toll.
If pearly gates remain your goal,
The Lord's rebuke must play a roll.

A magician and her rabbit.
You choke it as you grab it.
You claim the truth by habit.
But a back that's turned you stab it.

Sleight of hand, you thieve and steal.
Where they go, you don't reveal.
I don't fret, it's no bid deal.
Imagine how your God must feel.

Knowing well of how you sin.
You sell your soul to claim a win.
My torment sadly makes you grin.
To hurt my rep, you call 'All in'.

All you speak, the Angels hear,
You taunt and tease, then act in fear.
Progical son you don't revere.
He gifts you ease, you scorn him tear.

Wicked plots you do conspire.
The seeds I sow, you set afire.
My humble soul doth surely tire,
I dodge your stones upon this wire.

How dark this mind in which you dwell?
Tis more than words I hear you tell.
Who bid thee right my soul to sell?
You scream at me ' Go burn in hell'.

The guilt not found upon your face.
I walk in peace, you stalk and chase.
I run to God, you quicken pace.
I seek and end, you build a case.

No peace of mind, although you could.
Repent your ways, but never would.
Truth is light, God's way is good,
But you don't play like Christians should.

Submitted: Saturday, March 09, 2013
Edited: Saturday, March 09, 2013
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The greatest characteristics that make me, I learned by my mother who instilled the importance of God's word and values in my life. She has since gone wayward, and no longer resembles or practices any of the things she taught me. As I continue to walk in Faith, and adhere to the lords commandments, she has broken every commandment she can think of to disgrace my name. It's very sad, as she use to be my greatest mentor and friend.

Comments about this poem (Conviction by Little King of Sorrows )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  2. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  3. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  4. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  5. Warning, Jenny Joseph
  6. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  7. Inspiration, Henry David Thoreau
  8. The Saddest Poem, Pablo Neruda
  9. And Death Shall Have No Dominion, Dylan Thomas
  10. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou

Poem of the Day

poet Henry David Thoreau

Whate'er we leave to God, God does,
And blesses us;
The work we choose should be our own,
God leaves alone.

If with light head erect I sing,
...... Read complete »


Member Poem

New Poems

  1. Twelve Christmas Angels, Loyd C. Taylor
  2. When I am able to do what I like عندما ا.., MOHAMMAD SKATI
  3. At Poemhunter, Khairul Ahsan
  4. Within My Dreams, Michael P. McParland
  5. In their ears, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  6. بےچینی تمھارے بنا, Muhammad Farhan Ahmed
  7. Fear of Falling, Sierra Staten
  8. The Story That Doesn't End, Sierra Staten
  9. Combined Simple Aspect, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  10. Person and Personality, DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK
[Hata Bildir]