Shame Poems
#shame
Painful poems about shame and feelings of a distress for a regrettable situation. Shame poems includes poetry about being ashamed of a something which was not your fault.
ShaleeSue
Shalee
Shalee
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 8:39am
20th Apr 2025 8:39am
No Answer In The Room
#abuse
#hurt
#MeToo
#secrets
#shame
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nostalgic_being10
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 7:53pm
8th Apr 2025 7:53pm
Glass Pieces
Pieces of glass prick beneath my skin,
Pricking me until I bleed from within.
They itch, they scratch, they hurt so much,
I leave them alone, yet their lingering touch
Cannot be ignored,
Even when old skin is restored.
Forcefully, I tore the glass pieces away,
Yet despite my efforts, I couldn't stay.
Still, I scratched and bled,
Until I saw the wounds- throbbing and painfully red.
I should have known better, I know that
Yet you cannot leave the glass alone
It fragile after all
I should have stopped touching those...
Pricking me until I bleed from within.
They itch, they scratch, they hurt so much,
I leave them alone, yet their lingering touch
Cannot be ignored,
Even when old skin is restored.
Forcefully, I tore the glass pieces away,
Yet despite my efforts, I couldn't stay.
Still, I scratched and bled,
Until I saw the wounds- throbbing and painfully red.
I should have known better, I know that
Yet you cannot leave the glass alone
It fragile after all
I should have stopped touching those...
#anxiety
#emptiness
#shame
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 6:47pm
29th Mar 2025 6:47pm
THE PROMISE
He knelt before her
With sweaty palms and on feeble knees
The future before his eyes forever a blur
As he took his hand in his to make his plea
Opening the ring box – he made his proposal
Wondering with heart-racing pounds if she’d accept or deny
His plea he placed at her mercy or disposal
Seconds seemed long before her reply
Granting her final answer with acceptance
With only a few months to retract her admittance.
Sliding the ring on her finger – he betrothed
As they exchanged their personal oaths
Promising each other...
With sweaty palms and on feeble knees
The future before his eyes forever a blur
As he took his hand in his to make his plea
Opening the ring box – he made his proposal
Wondering with heart-racing pounds if she’d accept or deny
His plea he placed at her mercy or disposal
Seconds seemed long before her reply
Granting her final answer with acceptance
With only a few months to retract her admittance.
Sliding the ring on her finger – he betrothed
As they exchanged their personal oaths
Promising each other...
#grief
#heartbroken
#rejection
#sadness
#shame
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Betty
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 12:45pm
21st Mar 2025 12:45pm
That knock on my broken screen door
The neighbors
sit on broken
lawn chairs
as I run screaming
down our dirt road
throwing empty
beer cans
at the car you
stole to
leave me
And they offer me
sympathetic
glares and shots
of whisky
while taking in
the green-stick
break on my heart
(I fell down the stairs)
the two purple
fist marks
on my soul
(I ran into a wall)
And the missing
patches of
self worth
that looked
like they were
yanked out ...
sit on broken
lawn chairs
as I run screaming
down our dirt road
throwing empty
beer cans
at the car you
stole to
leave me
And they offer me
sympathetic
glares and shots
of whisky
while taking in
the green-stick
break on my heart
(I fell down the stairs)
the two purple
fist marks
on my soul
(I ran into a wall)
And the missing
patches of
self worth
that looked
like they were
yanked out ...
#lust
#obsession
#shame
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 4:46am
11th Mar 2025 4:46am
Toothpaste We Can't Put Back In
Stupidity is contagious
Stupidity is spread
Ignorance is ostentatious
And ignorance is bred
We say what we want
Irregardless of facts
We worship as servants
While our hatred attracts
Other people like minded
No one thinks for themselves
The system keeps us divided
And we no longer delve
Into information to learn
Or things that really matter
We'd rather the world burn
And be torn and tattered
We live in our hatred
While being...
Stupidity is spread
Ignorance is ostentatious
And ignorance is bred
We say what we want
Irregardless of facts
We worship as servants
While our hatred attracts
Other people like minded
No one thinks for themselves
The system keeps us divided
And we no longer delve
Into information to learn
Or things that really matter
We'd rather the world burn
And be torn and tattered
We live in our hatred
While being...
#disappointment
#sadness
#shame
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 7:37pm
9th Mar 2025 7:37pm
Horrible
And now.
The depression sets in.
As the SSRI leaves my body.
And in this muck, this helpless mire.
I feel the constant sensation.
Of wanting to die.
Hoplessness.
Dichotomous thinking.
A general feeling of dis-ease.
Guilt and a desire to punish.
Myself.
Sober?
Why?
So I can sleep all day.
Starve myself.
Self crit with self abuse?
Another psychotic break with reality?
It's not like I painted it all black.
It's more despair.
At the incompetence of my life choices.
It's just a...
The depression sets in.
As the SSRI leaves my body.
And in this muck, this helpless mire.
I feel the constant sensation.
Of wanting to die.
Hoplessness.
Dichotomous thinking.
A general feeling of dis-ease.
Guilt and a desire to punish.
Myself.
Sober?
Why?
So I can sleep all day.
Starve myself.
Self crit with self abuse?
Another psychotic break with reality?
It's not like I painted it all black.
It's more despair.
At the incompetence of my life choices.
It's just a...
#despair
#emptiness
#shame
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 00:15am
8th Mar 2025 00:15am
Garment Watchers
Sister G was an elderly Christian woman. She invited a man named Malcolm to a church in Old Harbour. Malcolm was not a churchgoer, but he decided to pay a visit to the church. On the second Sunday in February, he went to the church, and he wore the only suit and the only necktie that he had. Nobody said anything to him about his outfit on the first day.
The following Sunday, Malcolm wore the same suit and the same necktie to church, and nobody said anything to him about his clothes on that day either. He started to get a good feeling about the members of the...
The following Sunday, Malcolm wore the same suit and the same necktie to church, and nobody said anything to him about his clothes on that day either. He started to get a good feeling about the members of the...
#Christian
#God
#religion #shame
#religion #shame
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poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 11:37pm
6th Mar 2025 11:37pm
Someone like me
Someone like me
You won't find anywhere else
I Iive on earth
And I enjoy living on earth
There are people
That are trying to change me
They say that is not good
For me to be a Christian
Also they want me to be perfect
I will never be that
Because I have my faults also
You won't find anywhere else
I Iive on earth
And I enjoy living on earth
There are people
That are trying to change me
They say that is not good
For me to be a Christian
Also they want me to be perfect
I will never be that
Because I have my faults also
#anger
#boredom
#despair
#heartbroken
#shame
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 4:42am
6th Mar 2025 4:42am
The Art Of The Steal
Shed your country's blood
Give away all your land
We'll take away your minerals
Do you understand
No promises for your people
There are no guarantees
You should be more grateful
And begging on your knees
For protection we won't promise
Our word's no longer good
But unless you want WW3
We recommend that you should
Surrender to this extortion
What choices do you have
You don't have the cards
You must want a bloodbath ...
Give away all your land
We'll take away your minerals
Do you understand
No promises for your people
There are no guarantees
You should be more grateful
And begging on your knees
For protection we won't promise
Our word's no longer good
But unless you want WW3
We recommend that you should
Surrender to this extortion
What choices do you have
You don't have the cards
You must want a bloodbath ...
#frustration
#heartbroken
#sadness #shame
#sadness #shame
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Nvmb
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 5:18am
28th Feb 2025 5:18am
Throat Full of Glass
I've seen your face in the fever —
a bloom beneath black water,
your hands pulling constellations from my open mouth.
You wear stillness like a wound —
something holy, something breaking.
I would bleed to taste you —
split my throat on your name,
let the hymn of you hollow me out.
Every breath is a needle in the dark,
every prayer —
a slow crucifixion beneath your weight.
If I begged you to keep me,
would you wrap me in wire?
Would you carve my ruin
into something worth worshipping?
Or would you leave...
a bloom beneath black water,
your hands pulling constellations from my open mouth.
You wear stillness like a wound —
something holy, something breaking.
I would bleed to taste you —
split my throat on your name,
let the hymn of you hollow me out.
Every breath is a needle in the dark,
every prayer —
a slow crucifixion beneath your weight.
If I begged you to keep me,
would you wrap me in wire?
Would you carve my ruin
into something worth worshipping?
Or would you leave...
#bittersweet
#dark
#loneliness
#sadness
#shame
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poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 4:00pm
19th Feb 2025 4:00pm
I will rise and shine
I will rise and shine
Early tomorrow morning
I am not planning to sleep in
During the morning
And waste a day
Also father you brought more snow
It snow last night when I was sleeping
And this morning still snowing
I hope it ends this afternoon
I am not planning to go out
Anywhere today
I will stay in today
And I will do some work for my Father
Early tomorrow morning
I am not planning to sleep in
During the morning
And waste a day
Also father you brought more snow
It snow last night when I was sleeping
And this morning still snowing
I hope it ends this afternoon
I am not planning to go out
Anywhere today
I will stay in today
And I will do some work for my Father
#confusion
#grief
#hate
#sadness
#shame
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Artavious25
Taypen99
Taypen99
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 4:42pm
18th Feb 2025 4:42pm
Between These Lines
Let my tears fall between these lines
Because I feel too empty to let them fall down my face
Confidence I had to front cause I never had it
Writing is therapeutic so I used that to cope
I contemplate if happiness can save my soul
Trying to wiggle through this maze to find my worth as a man
My mind backpedaling to the demons I can’t seem to exercise
Middle of the night I wake up to my own cries
I keep running away from my insecurities but they keep catching up to me.
Because I feel too empty to let them fall down my face
Confidence I had to front cause I never had it
Writing is therapeutic so I used that to cope
I contemplate if happiness can save my soul
Trying to wiggle through this maze to find my worth as a man
My mind backpedaling to the demons I can’t seem to exercise
Middle of the night I wake up to my own cries
I keep running away from my insecurities but they keep catching up to me.
#dark
#emptiness
#fear
#sadness
#shame
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