Best Blame Poems
Quote: A man can fail many times, but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.
John Burroughs
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Inspired by life’s goals, winners are intuitively aware,
A loss is but a steppingstone, not a reason to despair;
Again and again, with certitude they play the game,
For triumph, they envision, is written in every name.
They never seek to blame others, for own mistakes,
Instead, they course-correct, averting heart-breaks,
Re-learning, deep in introspection, as they re-assess;
Ameliorating ways of failures, reaching for success.
When life is perturbed in adversities, they fear not,
Cognizant~ anything worthwhile must be hard-fought;
Summoning conquering ways, every failure taught,
To attain ultimate milestone, reveries of victory sought.
They accept, they advance, when things go wrong,
Strumming theme winsome, emanating from life’s song,
Echoing a pledge revered, treasured for quite long;
Avowing~ to them, the reigns of future shall belong.
Dreams of passion, dreams coveted, refuse to die,
For resolutely their objectives, driven believers vie;
Until triumphantly, bells-elated, of success chime,
Trumping sad sighs of failures, defeated over time.
A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until
he begins to blame somebody else—John Burroughs
Blame
Underneath a belt of stars in stratosphere’s arena
There, blood rushes within each lover’s heart
Veiled by the silky fibrils of the cortina
A solid dome in the deep vast expanse, heaven’s vault
Ever debuts Dante’s Paradiso,
Where angels fear to tread, far off and away
they stay from the milky orb, be it so, and instead,
for fear of the mid-night’s enticing allure, and
love’s lasting doom, they…
Blame the Moon
Orion rises in the Orient East,
it sets in the wide Occident West
Antares only rises once Orion sets, vice versa!
Spellbound, forever severed, and a lunar eclipse longing
An affair’s unrest, not potions nor a test or curse, ah
Their quest to finish weakened minds
Seduced by halos ivory glow in twilight
Lusting mortals, passionate kinds
Held captive, never to unite ‘neath
the pearlescent orb’s sheen at midnight
Gold-leaf doors unbarred, luminous lune art
Seduced as pleasing colors meld white to blue
Ere a raging tempest rips apart the seether
Empyreus, quintessence, searing crimson love they’ve fallen into
True Aristotle’s aether
in bloom,
Hark! Blame not each other…
Blame the Moon!
I blame you, moon, for bringing thoughts of love
in night to charm my eyes in slumber deep.
Dreams drift bewildered in my head above
til’ morning seizes passion’s grip from sleep.
The moon shines careless on this lonely soul
and beckons prey to seek the hunter’s fang.
As dark expands in shadows to console,
they slice the skin releasing bitter pain.
In dreams, I feel a heart beating with mine,
a stranger once becomes now all I know.
Familiar taste upon my lips like wine
flows perfectly from starry tide aglow.
How do I live in sunlight’s looming grave,
deadened by numbing rays of ruthless sun?
How do I live without the arms I crave,
amongst the crowds until the day is done?
I blame you, moon, for rousing dreams within
to taunt me with a lover’s longing smile.
Beneath closed lids, I’m lost in timeless spin.
Winds whisper, moon, please let her sleep awhile.
for Gautami Phookan's Waking Dreams Contest, 12/1/14
A shattered heart; tears spilling like rain
No one would ignite the flames of my desire
To this, I swore an oath to never love again
until the kiss of a friend, kindled in me a fire
His touch was not expected, but felt so right
He quoted poems of Byron and then his own
Poetry 'neath the stars, I fell in love that night
I gave myself eagerly; my heart did condone
We walked along the shore, clasping our hands
He pulled me close, then we began to explore
A time of awakening was not among my plans
I quivered in his arms, wanting so much more
My oath was then rescinded, but I'm not at fault
I'll blame it on the moon, the glimmer of stars,
and passionate kisses that unlocked the vault
to rid my wounded heart of its jagged scars
~ Inspired by Katie Melua's 'I'll Blame it on the Moon,'
written by Mike Batt.
"I blame you for the moonlit sky,"
in its grandeur our souls would fly.
We were devoted just like stars,
wrote about it in our memoirs.
But your love changed then wonder why
I blame you for the moonlit sky?
"In the rush of the race" for dawn,
you vanished to leave my heart torn.
"Don't blame this sleeping satellite,"
like me it's silent at twilight.
I blame you for the moonlit sky -
curse the night when you said goodbye.
"Did we fly to the moon too soon?"
Or did my dance not match your tune?
Now that stardust tears have run dry,
I blame you for the moonlit sky.
Song choice: Tasmin Archer - Sleeping Satellite
Lyrics used:
"I blame you for the moonlit sky."
"In the rush of the race"
"Don't blame this sleeping satellite."
"Did we fly to the moon too soon?"
America, trillions in debt
gives to many nations!
Alas, what for, we are seen
as a selfish nation?
Homeless populate the streets
of LA.(thanks to governor Newsom)!
Yet don't you get it, we have
no extra money to pay.
No hidden vaccines do we store.
But all nations yelling...
More, more, more.
We are not a vaccine store!
I have no idea why we ever
helped our allies?
They do, to this day, forever
despise us
I would not come on an international
site.
Insulting any nation, as though what
they had, was my right.
We are on the road to becoming
Venezuela, two.
People waltz in here, like
we owe them a living, too.
Besieged with Covid at our
borders.
Thousands for a free monthly
check plus medications, such
hoarders.
There are people legally, wanting
to move here.
Overrun by gangs, the Cartels,
who have no fear.
I grew up in Chicago, quite
international.
Relatives, legally arrived when
LAW was still fashionable.
But we are expected to take all in,
as if we are a bottomless money pit.
Don't you understand, we've
surpassed our money limits?
Stop lying and saying we are
hoarding vaccines.
You are listening to the Cancel Culture
station, in itself, worse than the disease!
3/16/2021
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Blame It On the Moon
I found her in the starlight
Just gazing at the moon
And knew that very instant
Our souls were so in tune.
It was just a brief encounter
There, standing side by side
Many things were found
In which we could confide
We each cast such an aura –
Two mysteries were we.
We did not have to say a word –
We both knew, instantly
Lonely hearts came together
On that starry, Summer night -
Could it really be so wrong
When it felt so very right?
So, blame it on the moon -
It all seems such a shame –
I’m now in love with someone –
And don’t even know her name
Chance Meeting.
10/27/13
I dare you to say,
"It's because of the full moon."
My heart is not made of iron.
No magnetism
Pulls me like the ocean's tide,
Holding me here by your side.
Instead, please tell me
That our hearts will beat as one
Regardless of the moon or sun.
Say that you'll be here
When we become old and gray...
Then, say the moon made us that way.
Ray Dillard 10-13-11
Blame it on the moon
The moon, who’s intentions, I believe
Are not beyond her muses to deceive
Casting down her beams so they reflect
The postures and the features to perfect
For lovers meeting secret sets the scene
Colours dim and svelte will be her sheen
With shadows for effect she does create
So each believe they see their one true mate
The atmosphere she shrouds in mystery
Adding strings of unheard symphony
Sets the mood with melancholy strains
Removes all senses common from their brains
And yet I find myself, I’m not immune
With ease she has me dancing to her tune
Sleep I can’t feign. I hear the falling rain
tapping a refrain on the window pane.
My throbbing pain recedes and I obtain
relief from the migraine which had free reign
like a freight train, a cause for mental strain.
Drat the champagne! Don’t blame the quiche Lorraine.
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Contest: Rhymers Delight Internal Monorhyme
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placed 2nd
© 7th January 2017
Why is it hard for some to understand
That history is kept for us to learn
Misdeeds of generations past, unplanned
Will be repeated if we're not concerned
The easy part of life is looking back
We sit in judgement with that luxury
Bad deeds done long ago we now attack
Old customs taught back then which they believed
Now history tells us beliefs have changed
Are we responsible for their mistakes
To burden us with their shame now seems strange
The problem comes when we try to erase
Our unborn generations aren't to blame
For wrongs which we commit, for future's shame
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Don’t point your finger at the thief
For losing sovereignty
It’s not the fault of Hollywood
If God, we don’t believe.
The pace of life accelerated
When first we wouldn’t wait
To seek Divine direction at
The start of every day.
Then babies resting in the womb
Broken, limb from limb,
With suctioned brains in bio-bags
Or moved to stem-cell bins.
Children raised by villages so
They won’t be in the way
Of self-absorbed, unfeeling parents
Selfishly at play.
We teach them they are primates
With no purpose to their life,
Then wonder why some children
Choose death to calm their strife.
Eight were saved from flooding rains
And four from Sodom’s Gloom,
Where are the righteous found today
To escape a pending doom?
The Second book, Chronicles,
Gives warnings we must heed
To evade the coming judgment in
Chapter seven and verse fourteen.
Yes, judgment stands before this land
We call the U.S.A.
The source is not the sinner but
Those called by HIS own name.
Would be better to deny HIM,
To remain one with the world,
Than to falsely represent HIM
And defile HIS HOLY WORD!
The third of HIS Commandment Laws
Means more than blasphemy,
It’s how we wear the name of Christ
When someone else can see.
God’s patience thins so GRACEfully
Til Israel stands alone,
Then comes our condemnation from
“I AM”, still on HIS throne.
Yet the only way to turn around
Fierce judgments sure to come,
Depends on true repentance from
The ones that wear HIS name.
To those of us, HIS Mercies claim
Let’s join, repent, and pray,
That GOD will heal our wayward land
And spare HIS WRATH today!
Silhouettes of the far off skies
laced through the edge of madness
bring a certain dance to your feet
and some mysterious sadness.
Into the depths of black and beyond
temptation knows no bounds.
Moonlight breathes upon the earth
while passion's song resounds.
Under the lunar tapestry
love outlives it's hunger.
Thirst and greed shall disappear
while all the world grows younger.
Blame it on the stars above;
those crescent pieces of sky.
Blame it on the moon's pale glow
and never question why.
written 10/28/2013
for contest"Blame It On The Moon"
unwilling to speak
let alone write
I know what I'll do
the blame's not on you...
it's that silly cat, you know
"cat got your tongue", now also your pen?
tell me why
tell me when
"Here kitty....kitty...
bring that back here to me!"
cause your rhymes read out of time
once simply sublime
now crusty and bland
no life in your hand
walking down your poetry lane
heart heavy with pain
ghosts peek a boo
and I wonder, is it true?
there's not a line that is new?
Are you dead or alive?
oh, but I've got my pride,
yet I frantically search
Hoping to find
that feline on the run
well, you know which one
that cat that got your tongue...
and to my abject sorrow of sorrows
that cat's also run away
run far far away
with
your
glorious pen.
Eileen M
If love is...
feeling unloved,
anxious and starved,
give my regards
Does the torment of love's hate
eliminate pain?
If love is trembling lips
and sultry eyes, upon them
everlasting cries,
Charcoal tears that pour
What answers are there
for these unwanted sores?
Binding spells of
the unforgiving way swells
She the accuser shames
with her bitter blame
Aging with, until the bitter end
Accusing of his unrequited love
Awaits for his apologies
with a scorn, torn in self-pity
Nothing gained, nothing learned
Yearn, yearn, yearn
Self-loathing is apparent
Possibly inherent
Therefore, never really knowing
love and its understanding
and had mistaken it
enamored in its--lustful cradle
When the soul still yearns,
The chaos in her heart burns,
lonely is desire