Poems About Shame Seeking Friendly Advice
#shame
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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moony_
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 6:42pm
11th Feb 2025 6:42pm
A Scarecrow
Yes
I am fragile
And I tend to break
But I know how
To hold up against
The words
Especially if I need to hear them.
I won’t break from honesty
I’ve learned how to stand with it
I am fragile
And I tend to break
But I know how
To hold up against
The words
Especially if I need to hear them.
I won’t break from honesty
I’ve learned how to stand with it
#regret
#shame
#strength
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Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 9:38am
9th Feb 2025 9:38am
Hollow Hands
I have seen you in the quiet—
where the world breathes slow,
where the light pools soft against the edges
of something I can’t hold.
You are there,
in the spaces between heartbeats,
in the hush before the storm.
And still,
I reach for you with hollow hands.
I have drowned in softer waters,
let the tide pull me where your voice lingers,
let the weight of your absence
settle in my chest like an old hymn.
I have called you back
in the language of the lost,
in the silence that follows
when a...
where the world breathes slow,
where the light pools soft against the edges
of something I can’t hold.
You are there,
in the spaces between heartbeats,
in the hush before the storm.
And still,
I reach for you with hollow hands.
I have drowned in softer waters,
let the tide pull me where your voice lingers,
let the weight of your absence
settle in my chest like an old hymn.
I have called you back
in the language of the lost,
in the silence that follows
when a...
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
#shame
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Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 9:37am
9th Feb 2025 9:37am
Broken Vessels
I feel you crawling through my veins,
not like fire,
not like ice,
but something quieter—
a weightless drowning.
Your name, still sharp on my tongue,
a rusted key in a door long closed.
Every breath I take,
a hymn in your absence,
a prayer unanswered.
And I swore I’d let you go,
but the echo of your voice
does not forgive,
does not forget.
So take what’s left,
wear my ruin like a crown.
Trace the map of me with your hands,
see where the fault lines tremble.
I was never meant to stand...
not like fire,
not like ice,
but something quieter—
a weightless drowning.
Your name, still sharp on my tongue,
a rusted key in a door long closed.
Every breath I take,
a hymn in your absence,
a prayer unanswered.
And I swore I’d let you go,
but the echo of your voice
does not forgive,
does not forget.
So take what’s left,
wear my ruin like a crown.
Trace the map of me with your hands,
see where the fault lines tremble.
I was never meant to stand...
#denial
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
#shame
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Nvmb
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 3:14am
6th Feb 2025 3:14am
Nullity knows my Name.....
I am weightless,
adrift in a silence so deep
it no longer feels like silence at all.
It is a hum, a whisper, a presence—
something ancient, something endless,
something that knows me too well.
I think it has always been here,
waiting beneath my skin,
behind my eyes,
in the spaces where feeling
used to live.
I do not hurt.
I do not ache.
I am nothing.
And the nothingness knows it.
It watches,
folding itself around me,
pulling me deeper,
closer,
until I cannot tell
where I...
adrift in a silence so deep
it no longer feels like silence at all.
It is a hum, a whisper, a presence—
something ancient, something endless,
something that knows me too well.
I think it has always been here,
waiting beneath my skin,
behind my eyes,
in the spaces where feeling
used to live.
I do not hurt.
I do not ache.
I am nothing.
And the nothingness knows it.
It watches,
folding itself around me,
pulling me deeper,
closer,
until I cannot tell
where I...
#apathy
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#shame
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Nvmb
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 00:46am
4th Feb 2025 00:46am
If I'd been there..
I hope you know I’m thinking of you,
while you lie in that cold, fluorescent haze,
counting the cracks in the ceiling,
listening to the hum of a world
that keeps moving without you.
I know how it feels.
I know how the walls whisper
like they want to keep you forever.
I know how the silence
can be louder than the screams
that got you there in the first place.
I’ve been there too.
More times than I care to count.
I know the weight of a locked door,
the way time slows down
until it feels like you’re drowning in days...
while you lie in that cold, fluorescent haze,
counting the cracks in the ceiling,
listening to the hum of a world
that keeps moving without you.
I know how it feels.
I know how the walls whisper
like they want to keep you forever.
I know how the silence
can be louder than the screams
that got you there in the first place.
I’ve been there too.
More times than I care to count.
I know the weight of a locked door,
the way time slows down
until it feels like you’re drowning in days...
#frustration
#loneliness
#regret
#sadness
#shame
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scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 6:12am
31st Jan 2025 6:12am
It’s a bit dramatic, innit?
Could it be twin flame
Diagnosis: insane
I’m unfit for this game
Mediocre chair
Floor laid in shorn off hair
I left a candle there
Eyes stare into mirrors
Judging his reflection
Swallowing the darkness inside
Rising for the masses
Kneeling upon ovation
But who catches the tears that he cries?
My darkened skies hold lullabies
Sung from a tongue that isn’t mine
It’s a tragedy, but I’ll survive
Diagnosis: insane
I’m unfit for this game
Mediocre chair
Floor laid in shorn off hair
I left a candle there
Eyes stare into mirrors
Judging his reflection
Swallowing the darkness inside
Rising for the masses
Kneeling upon ovation
But who catches the tears that he cries?
My darkened skies hold lullabies
Sung from a tongue that isn’t mine
It’s a tragedy, but I’ll survive
#admiration
#grief
#SelfReflection
#shame
#TimeHeals
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Nvmb
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 8:07pm
19th Jan 2025 8:07pm
No Way Out
I’ve been screaming at the glass all night,
But it only stares, it never fights.
Who am I? What have I become?
A shadow left of someone numb.
I reach, I claw, I beg, I burn—
But you just twist, you never turn.
If I break the glass, will I feel the pain?
Or am I nothing, just a stain?
Tear me down, I’m begging you,
Show me the truth I never knew.
Am I the curse? Am I the sin?
Or just the cage I’m trapped within?
I’m falling fast, there’s no way out—
Tear me down, erase the doubt.
I can’t stand this endless...
But it only stares, it never fights.
Who am I? What have I become?
A shadow left of someone numb.
I reach, I claw, I beg, I burn—
But you just twist, you never turn.
If I break the glass, will I feel the pain?
Or am I nothing, just a stain?
Tear me down, I’m begging you,
Show me the truth I never knew.
Am I the curse? Am I the sin?
Or just the cage I’m trapped within?
I’m falling fast, there’s no way out—
Tear me down, erase the doubt.
I can’t stand this endless...
#dark
#loneliness
#regret
#sadness
#shame
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HarleyQuinn80
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 3:22pm
10th Jan 2025 3:22pm
Naked Emotion
As I lay here naked on the foor, I think back to what we were. We were fun, we were free, we couldn't keep our hands to ourself.
Now I am broken by your tongue. Your words stab deeper than seraded blades. I just wanted to please you. What we had was great. Now it's gone. I am the fool I know. I gave you all that was me. You consumed.
I have no more to give. Your greedy paws your greedy jaws...you put me on a pedistool..only to point at my flaws. Im shamed, broken and alone. I was just a game, a passtime, a plaything. You made me a mockery. Now here I lay in puddled...
Now I am broken by your tongue. Your words stab deeper than seraded blades. I just wanted to please you. What we had was great. Now it's gone. I am the fool I know. I gave you all that was me. You consumed.
I have no more to give. Your greedy paws your greedy jaws...you put me on a pedistool..only to point at my flaws. Im shamed, broken and alone. I was just a game, a passtime, a plaything. You made me a mockery. Now here I lay in puddled...
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#rejection
#sadness
#shame
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 9:21pm
1st Jan 2025 9:21pm
Excerpts 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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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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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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