Best Shame Poems
Never ever shame a woman
for the fire in her soul
still your fear that you're unable
to give that which makes her whole
Never ever shame a woman
for the fierceness of her love
when she wants to subjugate you
she's an eagle, not your dove
Never ever shame a woman
for her raging burning need
to take in that which inflames her
bond and let her soul be freed
Never ever shame a woman
for insatiable desire
use your all to give and please her
be a man and stoke her fire
Never ever shame a woman
for her sensual appetite
primal cravings that possess her
give her reign at day or night
Never ever shame a woman
when she moans in ecstasy
do not force her into silence
let her voice her fantasy
Never ever shame a woman
for her wanton sultry way
thank the heavens that she's able
to bring passion into play
Never ever shame a woman
for the pleasure that she craves
be a man and strive to sate her
for this act her honor saves
Eileen Manassian
Shame covers me with a black robe,
it makes me feel dirty and unworthy.
So my eyes are cast downward,
observe the blush of my cheeks.
I fear our secret will be revealed!
If so will I lose God's favor?
To whom will I make my confession?
"Shame on me." Somehow it feels worse..
He makes me feel responsible for his sin.
Mom please don't make me go to Mass!
For World Vision Poetry Contest.
A new form, I hope I got it right.
IN SHAME
When I was a little girl father brutally beat me down with such severity, and humiliation, causing me to hang my head down low in unimaginable shame.
When you saw me in public, I was so intensely misunderstood defeated and defaced; but you only looked at my shameful head down, never bothering to try empathy.
When you didn’t ask what was wrong, I felt absolute aloneness in that I could not recount the horrific details of my life without feelings of devastating loss and unworthiness; it was safer to keep my head down.
Still, today, I consider myself a mere passing shadow, meaningless to this earth, so I remain head down with the deepest shame yet, as I breathe in poison that may cause my demise.
After all the battles I fought and survived, I fear this one is my last with head down praying for God’s mercy, forgiveness and His rescue so that I will not perish in this ill-fated manner.
I implore God not to see me with grave disappointment but to graciously pardon me, and though I still cannot raise my head without shame, nonetheless, He will raise me up to the Heavens.
Finally, I remain tragically sorry for my failure to break free of this tormenting mental anguish, however, I beseech GOD and All of you to see my courage and not my failings but instead be proud of me that I fought this long, lastly I plead that you always Remember My Lonely Wounded, but Loving Heart…
I, remain, Sincerely Yours, Diane Perna
For All Of My Sin, Guilt And Shame…
The sins I’ve committed… There are so many.
Is there any hope for me. Is there ANY?
The things I’ve done have caused me much shame.
I’m often embarrassed when
others call my name.
My past failures and mistakes. They abound!
And have a tendency to “pull me down.”
I’ve often felt “unlovable” with a discouraged mind.
It seems like my life, “is racing against time.”
I was told that Jesus loves me
and can make me whole.
How could someone like this love me?
I’ll never know.
How could a God who’s so
merciful and lovable.
Find anything inside of me… That’s “valuable?”
I’ve read in hi word, that he
purchased my life with his.
An abundant and eternal life… He freely gives!
Dear Jesus. I ask you to come into
my life and wash it clean.
I ask you to be my Lord. My righteousness.
My everything!
For all of my failures, mistakes and every sin.
I long for your presence and peace within!
Only YOU can restore my life through
your gift of salvation.
I give you my heart. And an opened invitation!
Thank you Lord! For the work
that you’re going to do.
I want you to know how much I love
and appreciate YOU!
By Jim Pemberton 09/21/11
Bring your guns
Bring your boats
Boats filled with ghosts
Boats weighted with chains
Chains that will one day break
Chains that will carry
Carry us to Zion
Carry our pain
Pain born of separation
Pain that preceded
Preceded our birth
Preceded our rising
Rising here within a new nation
Rising for we know
Know that Ja is merciful
Know that Abraham smiles
Smiles upon the righteous
Smiles though our tears
Tears that lift
Tears of joy
Joy born
Joy gained in freedom
Freedom that we took
Freedom we reclaimed
Reclaimed by us a strong people
Reclaimed by transcendent men
Men of purpose
Men who are Ja's chosen people
People who know our purpose
People who cry
Cry for our babies
Cry for Mother
Mother Africa
Mother of all children
Children who ripped from her
Children who grew pale
Pale as papyrus
Pale for they lack compassion
Compassion died
Compassion exchanged for greed
Greed that intoxicated
Greed for flesh
Flesh of coco
Flesh subjegated to their wanting
Wanting more power
Wanting things to stay the same
Same for us men
Same promise to set free
Free
Men
For Marugu MO's "Race Relations Contest".
A fella’s promoted at work
His office sign makes people smirk
It reads W. Anchor -
Head overseas banker
His shortened name drives him berserk
Work colleagues all know him as Billy
His parents name choice, was so silly
He's named William Anchor
It fills him with rancour
He's lucky he wasn't called Willie!
You'd think by now companies would have seen the light
And stopped trading in Russia and doing what is right
But many big companies are still there, raking it in
Indirectly funding that war mongerer Vladimar Putin.
See the list of companies above and remember a name
How the hell do they sleep at night, have they no shame ?
Their profits are being payed with Ukrainian blood
Bodies of innocent people lying dead, in snow and mud.
Russians are cowards, man to man they won't fight
And fire missiles indiscriminately at everything in sight
A sign of sheer desperation by an evil Russian despot
But Ukraine is fighting back with everything they've got.
Written 10th March 2022
By Debbie Guzzi & Robin Gass
He was kind, he was my friend, think again.
As to a fathers open arms, we ran.
A child’s trust flows like sand, shatters like glass.
Thus, exposing the naked lust of man.
As to a fathers open arms, we ran.
This child’s heart knew only of the good.
Thus exposing the naked lust of man.
Confused, her trust lay splintered where she stood.
This child's heart knew only of the good.
Yet naked her friend’s father eyes meet hers.
Confused, her trust lay splintered where she stood.
an innocent destroyed, for she felt cursed.
Yet naked her friend’s father’s eyes meet hers.
Friendship slain by a fathers twisted deed
an innocence destroyed, for she felt cursed.
As in her mind now grows, this vile scene.
A **** at five, so shamed, so deflowered
A child’s trust flows like sand, shatters like glass.
No love or lovers now her soul devoured.
He was kind, he was my friend, think again.
Got married, my surname’s now Cotton,
Our baby’s name can’t be forgotten,
We called her ‘ Polly Esther’
(I’m considered a jester)
My family thought we were rotten!
11/06/20
SHAME
contempt
misfortune
his pride mortified
by a venomous tongue
dripping spiteful jealousy
“the fury of a woman scorned”
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Contest: Pyramids
Sponsor: Joseph May
Placed 1st
14th September 2020
Starving children die
Peacefully the greedy sleep
Humanity's shame!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 July 2018
* According to UNICEF more than 15.000 children die each day because of starvation!
If only humanity showed the same compassion as in the case of the trapped in the cave of Thailand children, we certainly would have a much better world.
Come, my muse, to that mystical realm
And shower me with imagination at the helm,
Let’s run again along green meadows fair
Floating, flirting like fairy wings of exalted air
If it just be for a sweep time, or only some hours,
Yet for a long while my words, they will flower
To weave threads on loose pages, now like weeds
Once bathed in fountains of blooming seeds,
Then without care, a burst of moonlight shall claim
A birthing of free spirit, hands daring without shame
©
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Societies Shame
02/09/2018
Toothless grin implores
Pleading eyes so pained
People passing ignore
Beggar should be ashamed
Compassionless society
Lazy get a job
Regardless of sobriety
People lose all hope
Victim of circumstance
Job loss, mental health
Heartbreaking happenstance
Me relative wealth
Reach down deep
Cashless society
No place to sleep
One eye open nightly
No change given
Change a mans life
Suicide driven
Problematic rife
Never with cash
Unable to help
Make a mad dash
Bank Commonwealth
Change for a man
Giver not receiver
My helping hand
Made a believer
Help others I implore
So much to gain
My heart left raw
Society to blame
As age catches on us
Would we be found enjoying the swings
No, never out of shame
As age catches on us
Would we be found playing marbles or flying kites
No, never out of shame
As age catches on us
Would we be foun d jumping in the puddles
No , never out of shame
As age catches on us
Would we be found chasing girls or teasing them
No never out of shame
As age catches on us
Would we be found flirting away
No, never out of shame
As age catches on us
We go to temples and let life slip by
Yes , all do it there's no shame
As age catches on us
We would be found talking and praying for our end
Yes , all do it , there's no shame
As age catches on us
We stop going places, meeting people n having fun
Yez , its a done thing n there's no shame.
Subway, Pirelli, Hellinic bottling company
The Citigroup Inc, Herbal life and KFC
Also the Kimberly Clark Corporation
And Hilton are a disgrace to every peace loving nation.
McDonald's have now pulled out and have stopped trading
Or they'd have been in this poem that I'm naming and shaming
Sanctions will only work if every one is on board
To cripple that evil nation we need to cut the cord.
There are probably many more and I'll add them when I see
They're all still trading in Russia, helping their economy
Haven't these companies got one ounce of shame
They're indirectly helping Russia to bomb, kill and maim.
Show support for Ukraine, show them that you care
Buy your food, drinks and services from alternatives elsewhere
I'll never buy from them again as long as I'm alive
I'd rather die of thirst and hunger rather than see their profits thrive.
A big thanks to those companies who've already severed ties
And those innocent Russians who have seen through the lies
The price of goods will rise but it's a small price to pay
To ensure freedom prevails and Putin doesn't get his own way.
Written on 8th March 2022