Thursday, April 8, 2010

Cliché-ly Titled Poem?

Another poem from my poetry writing class. The assignment was to do a metered poem. I chose iambic tetrameter--that is, four iambic feet, which consist of an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable.

As usual, your criticism is welcome.


Some Lines On Romans 1-8
2009

The law, the law is everywhere.
In everyone you meet--it's there.
It's written on our hearts--and still,
We each will do what each one wills.
Oh what a wretched man we are,
We hit the ditch when aimed for stars.
But what's a wretch who doesn't know
What he will reap from what he sows?
In love, in love is everyone
With all the different things of fun.
And given over, righteousness
Is put on hold for things much less.

Now what's the wrong of all of this?
What's right with what you say we've missed?
And who's to say it's wrong at all?
We're past some dumb, archaic Fall.

Indeed we are, and so it seems,
We still cannot fulfill our dreams.
As slaves to passion, pleasure, hate,
That promise much but don't placate,
We map a self destructive course,
And of us all, I am the worst.
Yet all things work for me, for best.
That's not the verdict I'd have guessed.
It seems the last thing left to see
Is: Oh, who will deliver me?

1 comment:

  1. From the beginning it was He
    Who's Father decided it for me
    That life or death was in his hands
    Along with nature he commands.
    Yes free will was a gift to us
    But in the end all bow we must
    To stand before on judgement day
    With life to account and sins pay.
    The Father's Son stood in the rift
    For sins atone and life to gift.

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