23 Forgiveness Poems That Will Change Your Outlook On Life

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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
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

—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

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!


21. This Is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
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!


Forgiveness poems are all about helping your mind feel free from holding on to any personal grudges. It allows your heart to feel relaxed and improves your mental health. When you go through poems about letting go, you can analyze your situation peacefully and sensibly. Thus, it helps you make wise decisions and overcome feelings of unhappiness, anger, and sadness. Lastly, forgiveness allows the victim and you to liberate yourself from all the toxicity of your relationship.

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Ratika has experience writing in various fields including finance, education, lifestyle, and entertainment. After her masters degree in Commerce, she acquired a PG Diploma in Communication and Journalism from Mumbai University. She is inquisitive about human relationships and likes to study people and how they manage their relationships, during her freetime. At MomJunction, Ratika writes insightful and informative articles on... more