Poems About Shame Seeking Friendly Advice
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:21pm
Yesterday 9:21pm
Exerts from Future
Kneeling amid the ruins of what should have been,
haunted by the ghosts of what could have been,
holding the entrails of last years empty promises,
hoping and praying for more of the same.
Don't rock the boat, keep it a float, close your eyes and believe,
believe believe believe in our addiction to the lotus tree,
close the mind, empty the soul, of the doubts that we're not free,
that something is terribly terribly wrong with us
taking an eye for an eye until the whole world's blind,
...
haunted by the ghosts of what could have been,
holding the entrails of last years empty promises,
hoping and praying for more of the same.
Don't rock the boat, keep it a float, close your eyes and believe,
believe believe believe in our addiction to the lotus tree,
close the mind, empty the soul, of the doubts that we're not free,
that something is terribly terribly wrong with us
taking an eye for an eye until the whole world's blind,
...
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#frustration
#shame
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3 Comments
Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 11:15am
15th Dec 2024 11:15am
Indulge
He indulges,
Until his belly, metaphorically bulges.
Jesus saves,
But still he craves....
His addiction,
Is the female depiction.
Her friction,
Is both his pleasure, & his affliction....
He tries, but his acts, they live in stark contradiction.
Praying victory, but it reads just like fiction.
Pondering the crucifixion....
Until he feels a Spiritual conviction.
But still, he remains a slave....to this damning infliction.
Until his belly, metaphorically bulges.
Jesus saves,
But still he craves....
His addiction,
Is the female depiction.
Her friction,
Is both his pleasure, & his affliction....
He tries, but his acts, they live in stark contradiction.
Praying victory, but it reads just like fiction.
Pondering the crucifixion....
Until he feels a Spiritual conviction.
But still, he remains a slave....to this damning infliction.
#frustration
#God
#prayer #shame
#prayer #shame
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2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 11:45am
11th Dec 2024 11:45am
canary bird
A canary bird in its cage placed near a window
a leafy tree of spring, where lesser sparrows sat
wished for the mystical word, freedom
Was the freedom the canary bird saw real or not
constructed by an AI method, like the journalist
in a famous newspaper had seen a clip where
her husband was eating lettuce with a rabbit
Ai, opens up a scary world, where fake is true
and we can't know the difference
The eyes seeing us are blind, they have no life
and do not know they are construct
but human-like robots might in time develop
a...
a leafy tree of spring, where lesser sparrows sat
wished for the mystical word, freedom
Was the freedom the canary bird saw real or not
constructed by an AI method, like the journalist
in a famous newspaper had seen a clip where
her husband was eating lettuce with a rabbit
Ai, opens up a scary world, where fake is true
and we can't know the difference
The eyes seeing us are blind, they have no life
and do not know they are construct
but human-like robots might in time develop
a...
#regret
#rejection
#sadness #shame
#sadness #shame
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 10:05am
10th Dec 2024 10:05am
Twin Flame
But I know he's my twin flame. I've looked up this stuff many times, and I did yesterday.
I know what I felt was true. You only have one twin flame, and I believe it.
I never want a soulmate because I can only love what transformed my entire life. He's the reason I believe in God the way I do. It's all because of his mark on my life. He's the reason my life makes so much sense yet it doesn't. I have memories...memories of a pre spiritual life with him before all this. Those pictures I drew in 2012 college art class. It all makes sense what it represents, and the bravest...
I know what I felt was true. You only have one twin flame, and I believe it.
I never want a soulmate because I can only love what transformed my entire life. He's the reason I believe in God the way I do. It's all because of his mark on my life. He's the reason my life makes so much sense yet it doesn't. I have memories...memories of a pre spiritual life with him before all this. Those pictures I drew in 2012 college art class. It all makes sense what it represents, and the bravest...
#fear
#shame
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 3:24pm
29th Nov 2024 3:24pm
Wraith
I'll be home for Christmas
Sitting all by myself
Alone and self forsaken
Refusing anyone's help
Too many mistakes
That I've made
Too many memories
I've lost along the way
Surrounded by empty bottles
Knowing it's too late
Wondering how I can still love
Something I've grown to hate
If I could turn back time
I would've taken a different road
Wish i could've seen
How things would unfold
To turn my back on everything
That I've ever held so dear
Just to wallow in self pity ...
Sitting all by myself
Alone and self forsaken
Refusing anyone's help
Too many mistakes
That I've made
Too many memories
I've lost along the way
Surrounded by empty bottles
Knowing it's too late
Wondering how I can still love
Something I've grown to hate
If I could turn back time
I would've taken a different road
Wish i could've seen
How things would unfold
To turn my back on everything
That I've ever held so dear
Just to wallow in self pity ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#dark
#despair
#shame
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oskar
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 11:00am
26th Nov 2024 11:00am
Paramaribo
In Paramaribo
I met a girl, half Indian and beautiful
there was a big church and a castle
to defend Dutch interest
A hot and swampy place, which I liked
coming from Norway, a cold country
with a poor working- class who sent
their sons to join the merchant marine
The housing estate in Paramaribo
consisted, mostly of shacks, among
romantic palms
Had I married the girl and settled
I would have been a beneficiary of
the promised oil wealth
As it is, as a Norwegian, I get a pension
so mean, I have to live in...
I met a girl, half Indian and beautiful
there was a big church and a castle
to defend Dutch interest
A hot and swampy place, which I liked
coming from Norway, a cold country
with a poor working- class who sent
their sons to join the merchant marine
The housing estate in Paramaribo
consisted, mostly of shacks, among
romantic palms
Had I married the girl and settled
I would have been a beneficiary of
the promised oil wealth
As it is, as a Norwegian, I get a pension
so mean, I have to live in...
#loneliness
#regret
#rejection
#sadness
#shame
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Maple666
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 1:04am
24th Nov 2024 1:04am
QUIET.
Funny she cannot find the words to convey how she feels. She is normally a nonstop talking machine you would have to pay her a hefty sum to just shut up.
She makes recounting an event into a feature film arms waving eyes bright and her vocabulary quick fire but articulate. Nothing is left behind every minuscule detail displayed as if on a counter of a jewellery shop. Where the gems twinkle and entice you in.
Now she is silent most days cannot even concentrate on her most beloved poems or books. Nothing has the hook to ignite her imagination and stoke the fire of...
She makes recounting an event into a feature film arms waving eyes bright and her vocabulary quick fire but articulate. Nothing is left behind every minuscule detail displayed as if on a counter of a jewellery shop. Where the gems twinkle and entice you in.
Now she is silent most days cannot even concentrate on her most beloved poems or books. Nothing has the hook to ignite her imagination and stoke the fire of...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#loneliness
#regret
#shame
97 reads
6 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 10:01pm
20th Nov 2024 10:01pm
Being (Of Flesh)
Flesh is the enemy that keeps me tied to the rotting earth
Flesh is the captor that sings me sweet promises of joy and freedom
I try to do away with flesh
But it clings to my skin and bones desperately
The foul stench of life is overbearing and bright
Red hot breath croaks its way out of lungs
Leaving a trail of blood everywhere I go as my flesh scrapes on the street
No matter how long I walk I may never reach bone
A person
Made of flesh and love
I am not
I am a human among people ...
Flesh is the captor that sings me sweet promises of joy and freedom
I try to do away with flesh
But it clings to my skin and bones desperately
The foul stench of life is overbearing and bright
Red hot breath croaks its way out of lungs
Leaving a trail of blood everywhere I go as my flesh scrapes on the street
No matter how long I walk I may never reach bone
A person
Made of flesh and love
I am not
I am a human among people ...
#apathy
#emptiness
#shame
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1 Comment
Nixprty
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 3:03am
16th Nov 2024 3:03am
Retire (The Morning After Forever)
The morning will be waiting by the door when I get home.
The ground will be waiting for my arrival,
The bathroom sink calls,
Blood flows smoothly down the drain.
Past my eyes is a reservoir full of water,
It leaks out of my mouth and ears.
I hate the way the water tastes,
I hate the way I can feel my tongue on my own lips.
When I slice the surface of my vessel,
My soul spills out onto the floor,
It flows smoothly down the drain.
The morning will be waiting by the door when I get home.
I wade through the world like a husk,...
The ground will be waiting for my arrival,
The bathroom sink calls,
Blood flows smoothly down the drain.
Past my eyes is a reservoir full of water,
It leaks out of my mouth and ears.
I hate the way the water tastes,
I hate the way I can feel my tongue on my own lips.
When I slice the surface of my vessel,
My soul spills out onto the floor,
It flows smoothly down the drain.
The morning will be waiting by the door when I get home.
I wade through the world like a husk,...
#dark
#despair
#SelfHarm
#shame
#suicide
113 reads
3 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 3:01pm
15th Nov 2024 3:01pm
Icarus
History is unkind to my kind
Mankind so horrid we can only call them man
I’m a star burned too bright
The ripples of my nova will burn for miles
But I am made not of purple or gold
I am a hurt made of dust and rock
A fool for the history books
I am the too hot and too small and too much
Gone and going on forever
I may never fall beneath the waves
I have not wings to melt
But I still see the world too high
I can’t catch up
I was chasing the sky
I couldn’t seem to grab hold
Icarus
By name
Mankind so horrid we can only call them man
I’m a star burned too bright
The ripples of my nova will burn for miles
But I am made not of purple or gold
I am a hurt made of dust and rock
A fool for the history books
I am the too hot and too small and too much
Gone and going on forever
I may never fall beneath the waves
I have not wings to melt
But I still see the world too high
I can’t catch up
I was chasing the sky
I couldn’t seem to grab hold
Icarus
By name
#emptiness
#hate
#shame
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tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 3:17am
11th Nov 2024 3:17am
Dim
Pull away from me
And don’t stop
Until my tears turn to blood and wash me away
With nothing more to give
And everything to take
Like you wanted
That’s what you wanted, right?
When you held me close for only enough time to suck every breath from my lungs
And break every bone in my body
And use it for your shelter
To build the home we started together
For you to shatter every minute that felt tender
Because I could never be her
The one you painted with mirrors
To be reflections of me
Where only you could be free...
And don’t stop
Until my tears turn to blood and wash me away
With nothing more to give
And everything to take
Like you wanted
That’s what you wanted, right?
When you held me close for only enough time to suck every breath from my lungs
And break every bone in my body
And use it for your shelter
To build the home we started together
For you to shatter every minute that felt tender
Because I could never be her
The one you painted with mirrors
To be reflections of me
Where only you could be free...
#betrayal
#hurt
#loneliness
#love
#shame
151 reads
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 8:43pm
8th Nov 2024 8:43pm
Unbeknownst
I didn’t know that it would hurt so much,
fettered porcelain ankles draped in the
red clothes of agony, arms flailing against
the painful draperies that blind the self,
ever so slowly drowning in the guilt
Soft whispers claw at the ears telling
secrets, the truth is I was never worth
anything, nothing changes beneath the
rainbow of the chameleon and loss
brings the strongest flower to wilt
I’m tired of fighting, the best part of me
walks a desolate desert highway in
California, sun in my face, it was such
a good...
fettered porcelain ankles draped in the
red clothes of agony, arms flailing against
the painful draperies that blind the self,
ever so slowly drowning in the guilt
Soft whispers claw at the ears telling
secrets, the truth is I was never worth
anything, nothing changes beneath the
rainbow of the chameleon and loss
brings the strongest flower to wilt
I’m tired of fighting, the best part of me
walks a desolate desert highway in
California, sun in my face, it was such
a good...
#anxiety
#dark
#frustration #shame
#frustration #shame
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