Best Guilt Ridden Poems

A wounded star
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Stopped by Seven Eleven to find absolution...
maybe some triple chocolate Häagen-Dazs'
slice of heaven., a little peace; redemption.  

A lanky guy dressed in jeans and...

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I want to live
today
into my being
I want to love
this hour
into fullness
I want to write
this moment
into eternity

Let me live
let me love
let me write

don't burden me
with responsibilities
with...

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Hatred
Written: by Miracle Man
8/6/2019

What lies in man’s heart cannot be dark,
Or in his head, exist thoughts impure.
His hatred for others render his life stark,
And will...

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When I was young,
I often clung,
to many little things.
I'd reach up high,
again retie,
my mama's apron strings.

I sometimes did,
what mom forbid,
although she'd make it clear.
Thoughts still...

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The Wedding Ceremony of the Dead, Part One, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Les Noces de la Mort by T. Wignesan

Orgy of stone !
I drank hate...

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Zeitgeist - My 1960s - Liz Walsh

Kaftans, mini-skirts, Carnaby Street fashions.
Angel Delight, Hirondelle wine and that sheepskin rug.
"The price of round steak on a Saturday"...

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Once there was an average Joe  

You may know  

Named Poe  

Having a soul stirring heart  

To start  

He did...

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Two days have passed and its not over
I'm still ravaged by my gory deed of inaction
Been praying to the gods asking mercy
To forgive me and...

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It was a very dark night
With no one to listen her plight
She looked for mercy, but found wanton eyes filled with lustful delight.
She saw her...

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Do you like to stand there and watch me burn?
Do you enjoy listening to me cry?
When you hit me I feel as though I'll die,
Who...

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Shadowy Scavengers 

The darkest hour of the  hallowed night 
Wake up the blood dried shadows with
Unfulfilled desires rotting in  purgatory
Wriggle out of their...

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Blue


 My favourite colour, this brilliant hue, 
like my cold leaden heart, is forever blue.

Sitting alone, down here on the floor. 
My head in my...

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Though from dust I am made you gave me a name
Branded with a soul and washed in your blood
A precious gift given to guard and...

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Ladies and gentleman
Breaking news proving 
The great conspiracy theory
Was far from a hoax -
Early this morning Jack Frost 
Guilt-ridden and repentant
Turned himself in to the...

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