Best Guilty Poems
My parents said I could not keep the black, stray cat.
They explained our canary would not survive that.
Parents out, a sitter, and my four-year-old mind
Let the cat in and hoped for the best in due time.
I am ashamed to have plotted murder when four,
Sad an innocent bird died cause I liked cats more.
The whole family loved that sweet cat, “Little Bit”,
Plus, I promise, I never planned another death hit.
“Guilty, Sir, if you insist that I am--
Yes, ‘twas I who cut her with a knife and
Took her heart out, so very gently while
It was beating--still beating in my palms.
From the cavity where her heart had lain
I placed it in an ornate box with care,
A vessel lined with the finest satin,
Encrusted around with glittering gems
That shone and sparkled like her living eyes,
Which had enthralled me when she was alive.
“What? Remorse, Sir? No, absolutely not!
With what I did, I am most satisfied.
Know, Sir, that she had promised me her heart
When we were young and very much in love--
This love we nurtured, as seasons went by
And yearly sealed in sincere assurance,
Till she slowly became cold and distant,
Not speaking a word, till through circumstance,
She confessed that someone else had her heart,
So I--I took what was pledged to be mine.
“Where, Sir? It’s in a space under my bed,
Where nightly I take it out of its place
And lay it on my pillow near my head
That I may caress it and dream of days
When lovers stood fast on what they had pledged.
Please, Sir, if you’d retrieve the box for me,
This dank dark cell would be a paradise,
For her heart would bear me such company
That even the loss of freedom would suffice
To make me feel I am a man most free.”
April 2, 2023
Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
tormented
face red
brittle
and teared
stacking excuses
the longer I stare
this stress abuses
my conscience with a glare
a guilty reflection warns
my mind is the prison I fear
as I long to escape
from the hell I dwell in
right here
who have I become?
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly
as fog fills the mirror tonight
darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed
because it’s the only way I know
tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face
which was once filled with laughter.
I just did a bad thing.
But oh, what delight it did bring!
I was in my car going down the street,
When I had a craving for something to eat.
A Big Mac and fries were calling my name.
I abandoned my diet… I had no shame!
I don’t regret my guilty pleasure at all.
I’ll diet tomorrow after my fast food fall!
I confess and waive all my rights
Premeditated crime in plain sight
Songs will be written ‘bout my spree
I’m guilty of “love in the first degree”*
Duly convicted to a life sentence
Gonna serve my time, it's my penance
An early release is not for me
I’m locked in your love for eternity
Written 3/2/2016
*’Love In The First Degree’ by Alabama appears on the album Alabama (1980)
Is the USA Discriminating Against God?
Across this country, is a new form of “elimination.”
It’s almost like there’s a “God discrimination.”
In the court’s efforts to remove him
from our schools…
It’s almost like “just about anything” rules!
Many get concerned that the cross may be “offensive.”
Thereby causing many churches to be “defensive.”
It seems like godly morals are a thing of the past.
This country is going downhill! And very fast!
Traditional marriage has even been torn asunder!
So much of the biblical truth has been plundered!
Those defending their faith are
labeled as “anti this or that.”
Just look at the crossroads this country is coming at!
If I serve God… Do these words often seem “inflammatory?”
Is it God himself, that's
become “discriminatory?”
Do the words; “In God we trust,” mean anything?
Without a Godly foundation,
America has lost EVERYTHING!
God gave us the Bible. We need this for proper direction.
The courts in our land cannot give truthful interpretations!
The Constitution or the Bible… Which will set us free?
Which actually gives an individual freedom and liberty?
We need God. Like we’ve never needed him before!
We need his love and forgiveness all across our shores!
He invites you to come and know him… Won’t you?
He is the Lord God. He will never disappoint you!
By Jim Pemberton
I have to confess, as I can't handle the guilt any more.
I ran over Blue Eyed Tom, sweet Mrs Maggie's favorite cat from next door.
It's been 3 months to the day and she believes he is still alive.
I even helped her put up posters, seen her smile with tears in her eyes.
I've decided to go by with some cookies and a bottle of Old Brown Sherry
Explain what I had done and apologise profousely.
But im not going alone as I have a huge surprise
Two little furball kittens with mesmerising blue eyes...
Date:- 14-03-2016
Contest:- Its time to 'fess up
Sponsor:- Lin Lane
Is there anyone who can explain to me
why someone in the Soup community
would gripe about those on the lists,
ranting on with their pen in clenched fist?
How important can the lists possibly be
to set someone's nerves off so repeatedly.
Why dwell upon them with such negativity,
screeching and wailing like a banshee?
I don't know what the fuss is all about,
but I certainly don't see a reason to pout.
If their name is not on the lists, no doubt,
could be they're just jealous as all get out.
I don't care who writes the most poetry.
I don't join contests for people to notice me,
but why do they impugn poets unpleasantly?
Just ignore the lists and drink some Chablis.
If you are guilty of this, take a drink or two
and put an end to your nagging like a shrew.
I'm weary of your protests and hullabaloo,
squawking all around the site like a cuckoo.
Contest themes give poets a place to start
silly limericks, or something from the heart.
You disparage them, tearing them apart,
but a poet's lines are treasured works of art.
What's it to you if poets want to compete?
Are you afraid that you'd go down in defeat?
Instead of bahing like a sheep with each bleat,
turn your sour scorning into something sweet.
You get poem of the day or poem of the week.
How quick you are to label yours with a tweak,
not the mark of one who's humble and meek.
It's a bit hypocritical. That would be my critique.
Entering contests is a poet's choice, not a crime.
If there's a laddered list poets wish to climb,
it's not right for you to sound off or chime.
Why don't you just find some other pastime?
I swear it was his fault Your Honor
So put him in his place
He was trying to break my knuckles
By hitting them with his face
Of course I wouldn't hurt him
I would not commit no crimes
You see, he kept falling on my knife
Yes, Your Honor, forty seven times
No I didn't rob the post office
They're just trying to ruin my day
I don't have cash to pay my fine
Will postage stamps be okay
He's lying again, Your Honor
Trying to throw my life into despair
Even though my prints were on his throat
I wasn't even there
This poem is dedicated to the liberal morons this country has appointed to the
courts. The sad part is, the parties in these fictional statements would probably
be found Not Guilty by today's judicial standards. A salute to the vigilantes out
there who actually protect the victim.
The Loving Guilty
Make this choice
End up making another choice
And still feel guilty
About the two
Guilt exists no matter what we do
For the compassionate
Guilt
Is a multi edged knife
No one leads a guiltless life
Faced with decision
Some other outcome
Always is
For someone
A cause of guilt
And we can be guilty
Of not wanting to lead
Or facing the guilt
Of a guilty life
To do one course of action it seems we must
It is impossible to choose
None
For no action has its own reaction
In guilt
All life is guilty
Of making a choice
Between foreseen and unforeseen consequence
Leave one in sorrow
Leave one in happiness
Live one in sorrow
Live one in happiness
Both have their hands tightly clenched
On guilt
Guilt is a wish for perfection
For a perfect solution
Amidst the imperfect forces of choices
We are confronted with
Guilt can be seen in a life un-lived
Or a wasted life that gave up on love
It can be a life so scandalously lived
Or one that fed too much on love
And guilt is the dungeon of every dream
Guilt is the squandered wishing-wells penny
With too much compassion
Your heart can freeze
And then
Guilty
For never having lived
At all
Guilt is a poor appeasement of conscience
That leaves you immobile
Make this choice
End up making another choice
And still feel guilty
About the two
Guilt exists no matter what we do
It is perhaps a great tribute to mankind
That it has to choose between loving
Made guilty
By the necessity of choice
There is no perfect solution
And someone is always going to get hurt
What do we do, what do we choose
Between guilt’s
This course of least resistance
Guilty then
For not having followed
Your heart
I went out, when it was very dark
To search the area for any toad
And there it was sitting there like a child in a park
Oblivious to the terrible cold
I must have seemed like a shark
As it slept, when suddenly I pounced
B;
I kept it for just a day
But I know forever in my heart it will stay
Now because of me, no more will it play
In my own defense I have nothing to say
Because I know on all accounts
I am so very guilty
Of that beautiful toads death
C:
I sat there by myself, in peace as I am known
Behind a rock, I now know as my own
Then suddenly I found myself captured
I could see the outside world but my movements restricted
For such a long while I was thus encumbered
It was such a sorry day and I was so scared
Then suddenly I felt a blow, terrible pain
Blackness
The human was guilty!
She is always an innocent soul
she is welcomed the earth
over she goes;
To sit among flowers wide
with love in her eyes,
sitting on old shoals ----
Her feet dipped in the foam of evening tide,
washing away her fears
in the white little waves....
And marigolds to fix her self esteem,
picked every eve in a wee-quaint-glade,
little Cinderella slippers,
cotton candy knickers;
Innocence sits among the flowers wide
with love in her eyes,
(and she is unafraid)
I know not much detail,this place of which i desire.To sin so sweetly,shall i find one to
conspire? Hand in hand setting plan to visit the land of ecstasy.To take from it a pinch of
pleasure to share between him and me.Reaching a climax that has the world itself stopping
to witness our moment in time.The moon admiring such a resplendent crime.These such
memories shall be eternal,recorded in the depths of my hearts journal.For there
i...somewhere in the pages thereof.Preserved a place to write into memory the first time of
which he and I make love.
Form:
My mind is racing.
My dreams are defacing.
Everyday is the same,
Every night is a shame.
I need to continue bracing.
My nightmares and fears are interlacing.
My heart needs a gracing.
No one can take blame,
My heart is the only one guilty.
I need a sad songs embracing,
Or an artist’s tracing.
I need something soothing for me to be tame,
Except nothing can take me away from my grame.
Nothing in this world has been the cause of my souls aching.
My heart is the only one guilty.
Its so cold in here,
lifes the only thing i fear.
I can't take this much longer,
my bones are about to break.
How can any people stand this,
I feel like im digging my own grave.
I just cant take this no more,
I...
I cant breath.
I cant speak.
I cant live,
Without warning.
Please, oh, please,
Get me out,
Out of here.
But the best you can do is give me wings.
I feel so trapped up,
Im not feeling any love.
My heart turns to glass,
And my tears have turned to blood.
Everything around me shatters,
Including my very own spirit.
I cant breath.
I cant speak.
I cant live,
Without warning.
Please, oh, please,
Get me out,
Out of here.
But the best you can do is give me wings.