Best Blamed Poems
Rape in the city, lifestyle was blamed
Rape of a teenager, clothing was blamed.
And now?
8 year old, simply dressed,
Living in village
No modern lifestyle
Innocent and unaware of all this.
Childishly innocent she probably didn't know what was happening
Only knew that her pain was accuring
Terrified and frightened she begged for mercy,
But the wasps remained bloodthirsty.
They murdered her innocence every day,
And then finally they took her painful breaths away.
Her name means "pure" and such was her soul,
Yet to their foul eyes,
Her body was only of the lust to behold.
Such was their monstrosity they didn't let her dead, broken and Battered body to be buried,
In the name of religion, they were blinded.
They took her death to religion's fair,
But let me tell you this: the day their daughter died, both "The Bhagavan" and "The Allah" cried.
The temple which once echoed of ringing bells
now echoes of the screams for justice of that 8-year-old.
4/18/2018
Categories:
blamed, abuse, allah, anger, beautiful,
Form:
Narrative
(autobiographical)
I was barely eight before mother died
When Gerald was happy and not as reduced
When he was the loved son
The child with a loving home.
From aunt to aunt I learned to live
Out of the anger of dad
Out of the voice that brought fear.
Into the hand of pestilence-
My second life began-
A life of maltreatment,
A life of struggle
Elder brother disowned when he revolted
The treatment harsh and inhuman - so he bolted.
I joined the struggle
The life of scuffle
Wherein I was the marked
The recalcitrant and ragged
The delinquent in school
The tortured child of the family's few
Who outlived the deads of two aunts
Beseeched to care for him.
I am half mad, they tell me
I know I am a psychic
Half crazed child
A ricochet of mum’s death-
I have been alienated
Disillusioned by life, ill-fated
Tortured by a disturbed mind.
Dad on my heels
Listening to propaganda
murder-bent at my heels
flogged flogged flogged till I go for pills.
Fled my home to the street
Ate from the bin
Lived with street kids
One of the flocks
One of the hard rocks.
I have been in the cold
No bosom have rocked with me
Save mum’s who lies in the clay.
I am spiritually dead
Physically out of mind, they say.
From pastor to pastor
From prayers to prayers
From recessions to intercessions,
Through starvation for correction
I remain unchanged.
I am finished, they say.
Nothing can help me
save God on whom I weep and call.
My relatives
Alienate me
making me atychiphobic
Aggravating my anthropophobia
building in me gelotophobia
and all those anthropological phobias
A loved child has no right to know.
It bringing me pain for they are nailing me shut.
I pity myself - Pity me father
Pity me, brother
Because I have tried
Tried to be loved
Tried to be the best from limps
But I am not up to those dreams.
I know that many dislike me
Feel uneasy when Gerald is around:
Instead of helping me
They become indifferent, violent.
I told Louisa last week as she fumed at methat
anything I lay my hands on
fails to work again.
It either gets bad or broken.
My own things end up craggy
No matter the patience and prudence I put in.
Why then am I born?
Why the fear
Why the alienation?
I pray that I be left alone
Donot curse me again, donot.
Accept my fate and let me be
Else you help in killing me.
Categories:
blamed, child, grief, inspirational, lonely,
Form:
Didactic
I’m the one to blame
All the bad things happening to my life
I’m the one to be blame
Because I am the ceo of my life
I’m the chairperson of my life
I am the controller of my life
I am the one who decide who shouldn’t stay and who should stay
I am the one who is hurting myself
I am the one who holds my life down
I am the one who destroy my future
I make decisions on whatever advice I got from others
I am the one to be blamed to all the good and bad that is happening in my life
I am the one who hold my intelligence
I am the one who control my self esteem
I am the one who give opinion to others of who I am
I am the writer of my sad life story and good life story
All that happens I’m the one to be accountable for
I don’t like people taking blames for things they don’t know
Things I created, things I did, things I know why they are happening
I am the one to be blamed to all things I’m accountable for doing
I am going to take the blame
I am going to be a woman who takes responsibility for her action
I am going to stand up and clean all the mess I did in my life
I am ready to look back and look forward and say to myself I will never repeat that mistake
I am learning from my mistake
I am going to learn from all the blame I took
I am going to be the best leader of my life
Categories:
blamed, faith, leadership, life,
Form:
ABC
I AM TO BE BLAMED
All my life I felt like I am in a dark room,
And if some one didn’t save me I would be doom
I thought I had someone that I could rely on,
But instead everyone leave me alone standing like a fan.
I try my best to do everything I am told to do.
I also wanted to believe everything you told me is true.
I didn’t went to school and pay attention to get something in my head,
I skip classes and play like an idiot instead.
I never turn out to be what I wanted to be,
and the only person to be blamed is me.
Categories:
blamed, childhoodme, me,
Form:
Narrative
Deprived from the start of a Father's love,
Cause God took her Mother to his home above.
Blamed for the loss of his wife,
On the day she was brought into this life.
This little princess has been dealt a raw deal,
Many a day, she went without a meal.
Her dad, he ignored her pleas and her cries,
Making her so unhappy, underneath all his lies.
She hated her life, didn't want to go on living,
Pretty soon, her favors she started giving.
This soon led to a life on the street,
Never trusting anyone she did chance to meet.
Very soon, she had a princess of her own,
Inside of her, this precious child had grown.
Never would she allow, she vowed that day,
To let this child suffer, as she had in every way.
This child had become her salvation,
She began to live each day in anticipation,
Of a life filled with love, happiness and joy.
She even forgave her father...still a little boy.
Today, this woman has made a life for herself,
All her pain she has put on the shelf.
She lives now for her little princess,
Making sure both their lives will never go amiss.
~~^~~
Categories:
blamed, abuse, blessing, childhood, courage,
Form:
Quatrain
This love, love is so indifferent...
When I used to be the spoiled playboy,
My heart scorned me yet I endured the dallies.
Few shed tears and few took casually,
But when the society blamed me
I dismayed, 'whether I can love anybody?'
This love, love is so indifferent...
When I sensed the realism of a relation,
My heart honored me yet I treated my wounds.
Few heard me crying and few kept quiet,
But when my heart blamed me
I wondered, 'whether love is a challenge to fight?'
This love, love is so indifferent...
When I dusked the days of merriments,
My heart wiped me yet I evinced with a smile.
Few fended me by solacing and few turned back,
But when my soul cursed me
I queried, 'whether love is revered or is a cheesy act?'
This love...
Love is so indifferent
When I was a spoiled playboy, the society blamed me
When I felt the realism of a relation, my heart blamed me
When I dusked to be alone, my soul cursed me.
This love...
Love is so indifferent.
Categories:
blamed, depression, life, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
naked and red and relentless rotten macabre mongrels murder my mother’s marriage. cats on cablecast killing civilization with their cryptic chartreuse eyes. sharks stealing shillings by swimming short of their assigned section and summoning their felicitous assassination. trees taking territory from terrestrials trying to tell the traditional tales of terrain and trick the indigenous thorns into thinking they're troublesome. bears don't bear arms so we believe they barely belong with our benign barrels and our good boy bullets.
Categories:
blamed, animal,
Form:
The bowl of fruit left on the table
to wither and rot by those unable.
Those whose minds are shattered by death,
whose minds are weakened and bereft.
There cliché exhibit they concede,
tells of their leal for their dead lief.
We sing a laud then leave lento,
yet I looked back to see her alone.
So lane she was there by the lich,
so many did call here a dirty bitxx.
But with my eyes, I saw the effete look,
how loyal she was, the good food she cooked.
The mirth she shown, and the love she gave.
yet only to him after a work-long day.
Yes, I recall what the others dare not,
when time was, he wasn’t, the daft old sot.
When he came home, so decorous from work,
to see his wife & daughter, and son named Dirk.
There was an air of happiness everywhere,
there wasn’t the slightest thought for tear.
But Dirk went away, to war, and died,
never had a chance to live his life.
Someone raped and shot the daughter,
they didn’t find the one who got her.
His barn caught fire not long ago
well he didn’t have much then anymore.
With this all happening in six fortnights,
it was no surprise he was drunk most nights.
Then three nights ago he found that man,
story goes the sot chopped off his left hand.
The killer wasn’t drunk, so he beat the old man,
beat him with everything but his left hand.
The killer ran off to save himself,
as the screams of the sot finally brought help.
Still the shameful same, it was too late,
The sot lay dead with a sliced-up face.
yes, that’s the story of how it was,
Why did they blame it on her? Well because,
you see there’s a witch; gypsies knew about,
And after the old sot died, it was all let out.
How she lost her left hand, three nights ago,
. . they say there’s going to be a burnin, you know.
. . . come along . . . won’t you?
Categories:
blamed, character, dark, death, judgement,
Form:
Ballad
Am I suppose to look strong?
I am so weak, insecure of my wrongs
I stumble on obscure words...not exactly sleek
Suppose I could blame it on the week
All the time I wonder about someone
Jealous thoughts instantly runs through my weary mind
Don't mind me...just don't look back
I'm becoming a monster
Full of damned dreams
That probably won't come back
It won't come to pass
And how could I learn in class?
Am I a weakling or what?
I create a fuss about things I don't own
Oh joy...here comes those groans of yours
Do you see yourself in the mirror?
I should be the one doing that
You bother as if you were some sort of gnat...
Meaningless regrets that I could slightly feel
Like I ate an appetizing meal
Then regret: "I shouldn't have eaten that..."
And then I'm expected to be a slick as an athlete.
And beat
A race of amusement...aggrivating toil
And feed the spoil
It doesn't sound right...so peculiar
There's no use to compare
Ourselves with our own kind
Could I ever find
A way to seep through an energetic
world of lust
And I thrust
To get this journey over with
And done with
Finding a certain solitude to sleep
And fall into the deep
And stumble upon the annoying habit of weakness
And I assure you
I won't miss
A day that I feel strong
Enough to get on my knees
And enjoy a certain solitude
And find myself praying
And go without playing
This week
Categories:
blamed, adventure, dedication, hope, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Problems man can't solve
He refers to God
Because man's wisdom is limited
And man's confidence will finally collapse
He blames God
For whatever it is
Because he's the creator
He creates man and the universe
He'll be responsible
But I just don't understand
Because it's beyond my knowledge
But I never blame my parents
Who bring me to this world
Who give me life
Education and happiness
And no matter how much there are
Categories:
blamed, god, happiness, life, parents,
Form:
Free verse
We seldom think of God
Unless we are in trouble
During sickness,mishap and repentance
We need the help of God
We seldom think of God
Unless we have a great reward
We feel the kindness and the presence of God
We seldom think of God
Unless we have something to request
And now we always think of God
We blame God for whatever mishap happens
Especially the Covid epidemic
Oh,who is to be blamed
I'm confused
But for the time being
Let's pray so that it disappears soon
Categories:
blamed, god, prayer, sick,
Form:
Free verse
“When you’re blamed and shamed for something you didn’t do,
remember the one who looks out for you, He knows the truth”
Long ago when I was in junior school
I was made to look a ludicrous fool
A note was passed around, from desk to desk
Guess who got the blame when it came to rest.
It was me of course, teacher called me out
I got the blame for handing the note out
The culprit never owned up, he or she
And no one at all came forward for me.
The note said that so and so loved someone
The names on the note from mind have long gone
Deep down I knew that teacher disliked me
It was how she spoke to me nastily.
Too shy to say what I needed to say
On that horrid embarrassing school day
Not one classmate spoke up in my defence
The instigator had no penitence.
That teacher picked on me for any thing
She didn't care how much her brusque words could sting
So I was tarnished with the blame and shame
If only I had that time back again.
Teachers are sure to be fully aware
Some pupils are in need of tender care
Living their lives already traumatised
Needing love and not to be stigmatised.
Categories:
blamed, angst, child, school,
Form:
Rhyme
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: I Blamed You
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: June/2014
I have blamed
you -
for
the bad
choice's
that I've
made -
I've blamed
you -
when I get
upset,
and
turn into
a
fiery rage -
Without peace
in my
heart,
life has
been
like
a volcano,
I boil
and
explode -
I've blamed
you,
for my
mental madness -
I say,
"You made
me
this way!"
Yeah!
I say,
"You make
me do
the
bad things
I do."
I know
when I say
these things,
that
it's far
from
the truth -
I just don't
want
to admit
to
the
wrong I've
done -
But
after
it's
been said,
and
the smoke
has cleared -
I know
that
you're not
the one
to
blame -
I feel guilty
for
the things
I've said
and
done
in the
heat
of
rage -
I can't
take those
words back,
or
the heartache
I've cost -
God,
is our
only healer
and
through
forgiveness,
God,
will heal
our pain -
It's going
to
require
continuous
work
on myself.....
to stay
in balance
with my
heart -
and
to
be patient,
not to
re-act
through the rain
and
storm -
otherwise,
I know
that
anger
will
return -
It's a
vicious circle -
and the
very
moment
that I feel
it
conjuring
up
inside of
me,
I'm gonna
say:
"Not today!....
not today!
you will not
instigate
your rage,
to
overcome
me -
I know
the
truth -
a lie
can't stand
in
the light -
I want you
to
know,
you are
my
rock,
I must honor
and
respect you
always -
Got
to ground
myself,
and
work for
peace,
wellness
is the
key -
From
now
forward,
I pray
for my release,
from
blame, guilt,
and
shame -
Categories:
blamed, anger,
Form:
Light Verse
a life once lived
you cherish, you give
appreciate all that's in front of you
till you cloud it with all your angry views
memory 1, memory 2
let's distribute these examples
of reasons not to change your ways
and relate them to all our rainy days
that'll be convincing right.
now come on lets go start a fight
and say it's all your fault
no one points the finger at me
i'm the one who is carefree
who avoids responsibility at every cost
i'd start another holocaust
against all who are authority
i don't respect you, if you don't respect me
and i'll show you what it really means to be free.
Categories:
blamed, angst, confusion, social,
Form:
force of air drifts clouds
soaks up sky's face overly
typhoon's blamed with name
Categories:
blamed, desire, philosophy,
Form:
Senryu