Best Ashamed Poems
There was a time in America, when the Bible
was taught in the schools.
The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.”
There was a time in America, where the
cross could be displayed.
Even in public places, people came together and prayed.
There was a time in America,
there was no “church and state” separation.
As people all across this country asked God to help this nation.
There was a time in America, where
people knew right from wrong.
You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song.
There was a time in America where one
was proud to be a Christian.
One could take stand for holiness,
without coming under “suspicion.”
There was a time in America, when
mom and dad were together…
Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever
There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.”
There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.”
There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say;
“I’m going to read the bible and go to church on Sunday.”
This is the time for America, to wake
up and try to understand.
We need to seek God right now! All over this land!
This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear…
The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near!
NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found!
The word of God needs to be read in every city and town!
Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today?
Simply give him your heart and life… This could be YOUR day!
By Jim Pemberton
A Bible thumper how sweet the sound,
That means I’m in search of hallowed grounds.
That means I was lost but now am found,
And know the meaning of Heaven bound.
That day His blood was spilled upon the cross,
To bring salvation and hope to all who are lost.
Father forgive them for they know not what they do,
Even to this day those words still echo true.
I pray for those who laugh and curse His name,
For one day they must answer for their words of shame.
There is not a lot I can say except I believe His word to be our greatest gift,
And know that His return will be mighty and swift.
I pity those that don’t believe an take His name in vain,
For upon His return it will be too late to take part of our Saviors reign.
For upon that day they will be cast away to suffer in torment for evermore,
I just pray they open their eyes before it is too late and see what they all have in store.
Bible thumper, holy roller that pretty much describes me to a tee,
I love the one called Jesus and know He died for me.
Should you ever choose to cross over that line,
I’ll welcome you as a friend if that is not being too asinine.
Even if I could mend it,
I would still be useless.
Even if I could stitch myself up,
the seams will fall apart again.
The mould couldn’t hold itself together
as it melted in the sun.
I’m still unworthy of your image.
Your expectations failed to notice
that anything built on poisoned soil
would be tainted from within.
Even if I kept healthy,
I would still be useless.
Despite the time- you spent to mould me
The acid rain will eat me away.
Even if I had a spine,
I would never be a man.
I’m not one for meeting standards
as I have never had any.
Even if I could meet them,
I would still be useless.
I’m not ashamed of what Jesus has done for me!
He took away my sin, that I might be free!
I’m not ashamed of the love that he brings!
He’s brought to me true life!
He’s my everything!
I’m not ashamed of his sacrifice on the cross!
He picked me up, when I was utterly lost!
I’m not ashamed of his glorious good news!
Jesus brings the victory!
He’ll never lose!
I’m not ashamed to introduce him to YOU!
He can change and make
your life BRAND NEW!
I’m happy to know him as my Lord
and shining light!
His spirit is there to guide me,
each day and night!
I’m happy and thankful! Yes indeed!
Jesus has come, and met my every need!
I’m thrilled to know him! I expect him any day!
I want to be attentive to what he has to say!
I’m glad to know Jesus! He’s beautiful to me!
I’m happy that I’ll be with him, for eternity!
Baby
I can already see it.
You
walking on a sheer floating gossamer wave
where the stars drip from the cieling like hot wax
Your hair sweeping over your eyes like a seductive ballerina
And all I can think about is your beard tracing the curvator of my body.
Let your your cologne be the treasure map of our once adventurous ecstacy
You bring out the sun of my smile
Cascading my light around the circumfrence of my world like a spotlight
This daydream of mine, brings me such peace
and You whose tuxedo body..... is mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Better than that ever of Leonardo Dicaprio or George Clooney
You are Apollo's finest work of art
You mortal Renoir
Your body is the epitomy of masculinity
Your arms are stronger than that of the ancient oak
I like a sleepy mischevious cat, is just dying to fall asleep in them
But oh from so high, how will I ever climb down again?
You have a bottom like a warrior
Yes I have taken notice of it....
You are built for the wieght of the world
Your chest holds the rythmic life Snare Drum
I am mesmorized by the cavity where the angelic source of laughter derives from
No I am not ashamed
Walking next to you is like.....trying to walk behind a King
when I am only but a french maid
Shocked, ashamed and mortified
How could a man from the church, a clergy man touch our young girls?
How do you look on a child for pleasure when you preach of honesty and trust?
How could you abuse the innocence of a young girl when she looked to you for guidance?
How many others have there been? I am sure it’s not just one
Is there any carrying your child?
Shocked, ashamed and mortified
How could you a man that calls on God look on a child for sexual pleasures...she's a child, she's now scarred for life, abused by the one man she should trust
You preach of wolf in sheep clothing and yet you were the wolf of which you speak ...she's damaged by your touch
Shocked, ashamed and mortified
The devil you speak of lives within you…you are your own demon
How can you look in the face of a child and rob her of her life ...how?
God, I don't understand why a man that calls your name… damaged this child ...Father why?
She will never be the same, the church she can't trust and neither can I ...Father God, she’s damaged for life
So now we see the teachers and preachers can't protect our child so how can they protect our soul?
She’s damaged for life
Shocked, ashamed and mortified
I am tired
I am weak
I am fragile
I sit in the corner
My weary head rests on bent bruised knees
The dark and musty room reflects how I feel inside
My bloodstained clothes are torn
I sob into my dress
As I sit
Behind closed doors
Salty tears sting my face
Pain sears through me
I tremble with fear
It hurts
I am critically wounded
I am not good enough
Hopeless and useless he mocks
I made him do this
It is my fault
My drained body and hands shake
I want to sleep
The door slams
Has he gone?
I can’t take any more
My battered body lays still
In the dark stale corner
Silence... glorious silence
He is gone
No more shouting, slapping and kicking
No more clenched fists forcefully contacting my face
Swollen and sore, I cry and scream
He gags my mouth with his fist
My jaw cracks
Pain surges through me
He doesn’t care
An uncontrollable rage, a furnace within himself
Angry eyes, empty, dark & dangerous.
Evil.
I want to move
My broken bones prevent
My frail shattered body screams in agony
Tortured, crimson blood pours from my wounds
My tattered clothes
Covered in the sticky red substance
My battered, bruised and damaged body
All tell my story
Of suffering
Of domestic abuse
Exposing me as a victim
Of what goes on behind closed doors
I lay down, too tired to sit
I feel my life draining from me
I close my eyes
I need to sleep
I am weak
I am tired
I am fragile
I am not scared any more
As my life slowly ebbs away
I am happy to leave
Do not cry for me
I suffer no more
The angels have come to rescue me
Back on track with
my faith. Sometimes
I just feel ashamed,
chained down a disgusting
disgrace.
Why do I once again
slide away unsure if I'm saved?
I hold onto God's grace, a free gift
showing how much he truly loves
us.
Christ alone is my cornerstone.
I could never survive this journey on
my own faith alone.
By
STREET CRIES
AM I ASHAMED OF ME
SEE THE CITY WHERE I LIVE NOT OFTEN I SEE ME
MY JOB TEAM ONLY HAS ME
THAT LOOK LIKE ME
IS IT POSSIBLE THAT I HAVE FORGOTTEN ME
WOMEN THAT I AM ATTRACTED TO SOMETIMES
DON'T LOOK LIKE ME
PEOPLE THAT I OFTEN TALK TO DON'T SOUND LIKE ME
I AM SO USE TO NOT SEEING ME
SOMETIMES I DON'T EVEN SPEAK WHEN I SEE ME
TV SHOWS ME NEGATIVELY
IS THAT THE WAY I REALLY SEE ME
IT'S FUNNY HOW PEOPLE WHO DON'T LOOK LIKE ME
ACT LIKE ME
BUT DON'T WANT THE REALTY OF BEING ME
THIS COUNTRY WAS BUILT ON THE BACKS OF ME
WHEN THEY WHERE FINISH PUT WIPS ON THE BACKS
OF ME
TOLD ME I WAS UGLY NO BEAUTY IN ME
SEPARATED MY FAMILY SO THERE'S NO UNITY
THE BLOOD OF A SLAVE RUNS THROUGH ME
IS THAT WAY I HAVE A DISTORTED IMAGE OF ME
GET HIGH AND DRUNK TREAT MY WOMEN ABUSIVELY
CONSISTENTLY SEEKING THE DESTRUCTION OF ME
OBVIOUSLY WE NEED TO WAKE UP
LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND LOVE WHAT WE SEE
What I thought would be a moment of weakness turned into a moment of bravery
When I was 15, my suicide note turned into a poem that saved me
All I could do was use a pen to express the pain in my heart
They are proof that I survived so I'm no longer ashamed of my scars
My favourite time to write is when I have a heart full of pain and ideas in my head
Looking back, anytime I fought back against depression it was me who bled
7 years free from Self-harm, I used to wear long sleeves on summer days
Never been to prison, but due to depression I know what its like to be caged
Every man for himself is the only thing that my sperm donor taught me
He made me realise my own strengths by not being there to support me
I used to talk to myself, but when around others, I was never comfortable speaking
I would bury my emotions and hide my feelings because I wasn't good at grieving
I've faced so many obstacles that my life feels like a survival course
I've spent nights alone fighting suicidal thoughts
Followed by days of battling monsters and demons
Depression told me we were on the same page, I changed the script and stopped reading
I put it all on the page because people will always try to reveal and expose your insecurities
I've got nothing to hide, I put it out for the whole world to see
I've made mistakes, but this is about my growth and maturity
I always try and remain warm hearted even though it's a cold world for me
Some scars are still bleeding but I'm finally healing within
November 14th 2019 I was sexually assaulted on a night out and I'm slowly starting to have sexual feelings again
I was broken when my ex girl told me I should just get over it, I understand she was frustrated that I wasn't ready to be intimate or perform
But I found it easy to let her go, that was one loss I don't have to mourn
I won't apologise for taking my time to heal and working at my own pace
I have to live with the pain in my heart, and I'm just trying to make this home safe
All I can do is write a poem to express the pain in my heart
I used to be embarrassed, but I'm no longer ashamed of my scars
Not Ashamed of Jesus
I am not ashamed of Jesus
Nor ashamed to call Him trustworthy Friend
He has proven His Word is Truth
And in it I can depend
He has shown me Love and Mercy
Protection and His saving grace
Provided the courage I needed
For life's battles I had to face
His love some say is unconditional
But I say conditions sometime apply
You may never know Jesus
Unless He's the Apple of your eye
You may journey with Jesus
Yet never truly know Him it is true
The walk mightn't get you life eternal
But the " Knowing " and " Obeying " Him will
His Ways ,Thoughts, His Desires are not yours nor mine
We must follow Him by faith as we earthlings can be blind
Many He calls but few He chooses
And if the latter you are among
Consider yourself " Special "
For you are a reflection of God's Holy Son
Inspirations by Joan Donnelly Ellis January 2016
Would Jesus Be Ashamed of What We Watch on T.V.?
Do you accept the ungodliness on t.v.?
I can't believe what many
Christians watch and see.
Every sort of wickedness and
lust is now on the screen.
How can one be Godly,
when their eyes are “unclean?”
Our body is to be the temple
of the Holy Spirit.
It's one thing to say... Another to live it!
Let’s be careful of what we allow
our families to watch!
Godliness in the household must be taught.
Cling to that which is wholesome,
virtuous and good.
Let’s watch the kind of shows only
a child of God should.
The temptations on television
try to allure.
Let’s think on thoughts that
are clean and pure.
What kind of choices in our
lives have been made?
Are we living in victory?
Or television's slave?
Remember that for us, our savior
came and died.
It’s living 100% for Jesus that we’re
truly satisfied!
By Jim Pemberton
I am hungry, what will it be?
Ham, turkey or that nasty bologna?
I am hungry, chickpea mash?
Spam or that disgusting Hash?
I am hungry, mountain oysters anyone?
Fish eggs? Or sushi that is "not done?"
Such meager questions on what to eat.
There are people out there who are starving.
I feel ashamed and should do my part.
To give the shirt off my back would be a start.
Black people ashamed of their beauty
Ashamed of their human race
they cried
they run
they hide their face
because of their black color they are disgraced
The whites, the browns, the Chinese, the Indians uttered black, black they run
gone in the cool-shade far away from the sun
running away from the sun-bun
they say made them black
Fear to say they are black and proud
they will rather hide themselves behind the crowd
so many things they will do just to become white or brown
they are shamed
shamed for what?
that they are too black.
Demeter Edwards
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Open up my pane and seep in my pain
I weeped too long without you
Open up my pane and let in some rain
Shower down my face...so you won't see me blue
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
I need some clothes to support me
I need to embrace you to live my fantasy
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Turn away
Don't look my way
Don't look at me
I'm not the sparkly sea
As you can clearly see...
I'm naked with shame
There's no one to blame...
but I...this humiliation remains the same
But I must flee sooner than they think
I need some time alone... To think... to ponder as I sink
Into my sea of thoughts and paradise...
I'm on a mission... To discover a previous prize
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
If you blink, you'll miss the love scene in Romeo and Juliet
That was made for us to see and experience for ourselves...
Don't leave me on the shelves...
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Curiosity drives us to our feet...
You make my heart beat
In perfect rhythm... I appreciate your blessed benevolence (towards me)
But I'll try to stay proper and discreet...
I wish I could take a piece of your pure prudence (I want to watch you flee)
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Hey x3
You clothe me up...
What's up with you today?
I'm naked and ashamed
Turn the other way...
'Cause today is not the only day
I feel so damn afraid...
But hey x3
You make me feel whole
How was your day?
Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray