Guilt Poems
Let the nightmare go
by Beatrice Knox
Can’t sleep
Can’t be awake
Nightmares are night and day
Daytime comes
Reality hits me
In my chest
Punches me in the throat
Can’t breath
Can’t scream
Tears are silent
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Invocation
by Brentley Powell
I pray,
Interim hope rewarded
Heaven's e'ry host afforded.
To my merit, deeds comport it.
Save my soul, tortuous-ported.
Humbly holding words, un-courted
Occupants do torment, sordid.
I, though none yield, beg the pardon,
Pyramidal fortune thwarted,
Passion sick, compassion bartered,
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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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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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Hard to breathe
by Sorrowless 101
I wake up with a feeling of guilt
Should be ashamed of each breath i take
Can i share some weight please!
But im sinking and no one's listening
It feels like I'm screaming
Yet i don't want to make a sound
I want everyone to notice
But i don't want your pity
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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
......
Hard to breathe
by Sorrowless 101
I wake up with a feeling of guilt
Should be ashamed of each breath i take
Can i share some weight please!
But im sinking and no one's listening
It feels like I'm screaming
Yet i don't want to make a sound
I want everyone to notice
But i don't want your pity
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Guilt and Shame
by Mengorbit .
I'm haunted by them
The fighters have lost the battle
The self-acceptance and confidence
have left the battlefield
I'm bleeding, I'm injured, I'm wounded
The brain has been infected
Taking my sanity away
replacing it with craze
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Invocation
by Brentley Powell
I pray,
Interim hope rewarded
Heaven's e'ry host afforded.
To my merit, deeds comport it.
Save my soul, tortuous-ported.
Humbly holding words, un-courted
Occupants do torment, sordid.
I, though none yield, beg the pardon,
Pyramidal fortune thwarted,
Passion sick, compassion bartered,
......
Scorpions legacy continues
by Beatrice Knox
Bad little scorpion
Lying to the frog
The frog trusted you
Instead you break its spirit
You break its body
You broke my trust
You’re a bad little scorpion
But your lies are big
Our game of poker became pointless
When you won all the time
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