Guilt Poems
On A Journey of Guilt
by Ololade Raji
I entered the room for a thousandth time
Is this a syndrome of amnesiac I seldom dreaded?
Yet I never forgot the cause for my wandering tour
But no stealthy feet could have filched a golden watch
A heavenly gift from whom I see no more
Can a crook creep through the cranny of this fortress?
Not found, this abode will whiff a stale stench from same sweet aroma
You will weep as you sweep, as your broom sweeps no room
Call the driver! And that old the gardener is doomed
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The Shame of Gaza
by Richard Randolph
If the six million Jews who died in the Holocaust
saw their descendants treat an ethnic minority as second-class citizens,
what do you think they'd feel?
And if they saw them relegate these people
to poor ghettos, deprive them of basic rights,
and then systematically steal their lands,
what do you think they'd feel?
And if they heard them refuse to help these people
have a homeland of their own, claiming there’s no room,
while they live on lands taken from these very people
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Window of a scarred heart
by Cash Olds
LOOK AND SEE. Start from within, being as truthful as you can possibly be. Look out from the scarred window pane of your very own heart. LOOK AND SEE; the pains of this world that have overtaken your trust, your innocence, none the less your ability to live. To live as you had as a child when the sun would glow and the sounds of this world were welcoming rather than deafening.
All of us! All of us that are unable to not be weighed down, and who are chained to our thoughts of wrong, a wrong being held upon us that has no clear sentencing, no clear solution, nor an outcome that could ever possibly draw any closer than unattainable. The baggage we feel we are responsible for on our very own that no other could quite possibly come to grips with.
How can we still hold the belief that happy, not just a momentary experience but as the very climate of an unwavering constant could exist, much less be close enough to strive torwards?
As I look out my window and once again take a necessary assessment of the world that surrounds me i find it is not the lost and misguided who hold no truth that oppress me, but it is their unknowing mis-guidance and the forces that bring about their deprivations that do so. finally, yet maybe most important a lack of unconditional love that bring such pain about it must be unloaded unto others a pain so full that it must literally spill out into the laps of others; often interpreted as hate and discord.
Whoever has the wisdom to see it as so, LISTEN! can we really exclude ourselves from that which we despise? Can we really talk about it as if we never willingly shut our own eyes in order to take part, no, not one of us can. Not one of us can boast of perfection.
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Holes
by Steve Otieno
if you ever cut yourself out of the frame,
you are responsible for how softly
or crudely
you lower yourself to the ground,
you should lower yourself softly,
so you won't have to remind all and sundry
how no one was there to catch you
when you fell,
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Out of guilt
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I think about,
the right and wrong.
And good and bad,
that comes along.
So on my guitar,
I play a song,
to ease the pain,
of morals gone.
For every tune,
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My Murder Confession
by Melvyn Kairupan
In a haze, I stumble,
tripping over my own feet,
dragging my breath through a hill drowned in fog.
Cold. Fucking cold.
Solitude chewing through my skin,
biting into my bones.
And then—
you.
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Out of guilt
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I think about,
the right and wrong.
And good and bad,
that comes along.
So on my guitar,
I play a song,
to ease the pain,
of morals gone.
For every tune,
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Mr. Tree
by Rohan Dhulipalla
the sakura tree
in the dusty ol’ dark corner of the failing shop,
(although the owner would beg to disagree)
priced at $7.95
with a cardboard sign fastened with white cable ties
reading “UNLIKELY TO STAY ALIVE”
it appears that it was trying to expand,
to spread its branches,
but expansions weren’t in demand
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The Shame of Gaza
by Richard Randolph
If the six million Jews who died in the Holocaust
saw their descendants treat an ethnic minority as second-class citizens,
what do you think they'd feel?
And if they saw them relegate these people
to poor ghettos, deprive them of basic rights,
and then systematically steal their lands,
what do you think they'd feel?
And if they heard them refuse to help these people
have a homeland of their own, claiming there’s no room,
while they live on lands taken from these very people
......
Forgive me
by Sonja D.
I don't know you, woman,
I see your wit and charm
a soul so brave and good
fighting for just and right.
Can't help but wonder, lady,
what story behind that image
careless whisper boldly say
you are none of my concern.
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