Best Unworthiness Poems
For years I wore
your shame as my own
and lived unknown
in terror of being seen
like a leper
self-quarantined
intrinsically unclean
Your neglect
became to me
my insignificance
undeserving of your glance
Your abuse
became to me
my fault and utter blame
my soiled but rightful name
Your abandonment
to me
was my unworthiness
unfit and valueless
'Til this layered shame became
a camouflaging cloak
wrapped about with care
disguising me as if
I wasn't even there
How I avoided them
my friends so true
for they could plainly see
the agony in me
and I couldn't control
it radiating through
Yet butterflies won't stay bound
in crippling cocoons
integrity impugned
by wings that cannot fly-
and I at last have found
the answer to my wounds
in exposing you
and all your lies
You were cruel-
I do matter
You were guilty-
I am not to blame
You were unfit-
I am worthy
You nearly destroyed me-
But I overcame
Now my only dread is
of leaving this world
as un-notably as I came
as invisibly as I lived
to be known only
by others
as unredeemed as
you thought me to be-
No! the truth
will set me free...
I humbly give
this cloak to you
it was yours to wear
not mine to share
I'm through
I'm through
I'm through.
Categories:
unworthiness, abuse, hope, how i
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
unworthiness, abuse, angst, anti bullying,
Form:
Free verse
January 29 Scripture Meditations Based on Numbers 1-5
Key Verse – Numbers 1:50 But thou shalt appoint the Levites over the tabernacle of testimony, and over all the vessels thereof, and over all things that belong to it: they shall bear the tabernacle, and all the vessels thereof; and they shall minister unto it, and shall encamp round about the tabernacle.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR THE PRIVILEGE TO MINISTER
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your calling
According to Your purpose-sealing…
Despite my unworthiness in fulfilling
Still, You enable me to be willing.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your commanding
According to Your definite instruction-feeding…
Despite my incapacity in heeding
Still, You drive me by Your prodding.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your charging
According to Your precious Word always encouraging…
Despite my weakness in faith-plunging
Still, You push me toward deeds that are life-changing.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your preaching
According to Your immutable precepts with valuable teaching…
Despite my shyness in beseeching
Still, You come to me with Your mercies’ reaching.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your blessing
According to Your bountiful provisions indeed unceasing…
Despite my weariness in pressing
Still, You pull me to strive for good works’ increasing.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your exhorting
According to Your divine plan with heavenly profiting…
Despite my frustrations in goal-setting
Still, You let me stay in Your will of blissful worship-meeting.
January 29, 2022
Categories:
unworthiness, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Crippled from my childhood memories,
and a past riddled in agony and pain;
I grew up confused of who I was,
and wondered if I was insane.
Crippled in my turbulent teenage years,
by the awkwardness of being shy;
I was so embarrassed of who I was,
that I really just wanted to die.
Crippled in my first relationship,
she hated her time with me;
She dropped me without a parachute,
another loser in a barren sea.
Crippled in my last try at marriage,
she had her own agenda from the start;
She stole two boys I loved so dear,
and left me with a broken heart.
Crippled from the lack of self respect,
that I almost ended it all;
But just as I threw myself of the cliff,
God caught me in mid-fall.
Crippled by guilt and unworthiness,
as he held me before his face;
I let him have my heart that day,
when he embraced me in his grace.
Categories:
unworthiness, childhood, faith, growing up,
Form:
Rhyme
You see no parcels 'neath my Christmas tree,
no shiny paper, bows on ribbons bright,
take not this sight to mean that there won't be
presents bestowed upon this Christmas night.
For God has left me gifts you cannot see,
compassion, mercy, kindness, friendship true,
a generous heart, support and sympathy
and guidance in whatever I may do.
What love is this that covers my bare floor,
is my unworthiness rewarded thus?
These gifts are all I need, and nothing more
freely available to all of us.
Each year, each day they come, and without end,
these gifts from God delivered by my friends.
Categories:
unworthiness, appreciation,
Form:
Sonnet
A centurion understood authority
but deemed himself unworthy of
an audience with The Christ.
Jesus totally ignored the state of
his unworthiness, marveled at his FAITH,
and healed the centurion's servant.
The widow of Nain expressed no FAITH.
She only had pain, sorrow, and tears
as her only child was being funeralized
when Jesus met her and said, "Weep not".
In her case, there was no mention of FAITH;
Neither did she request anything from Jesus.
Nevertheless, there was clearly mercy, love, and
compassion when Jesus gave her son back to her.
100923PS
Categories:
unworthiness, faith, god,
Form:
Verse
I see myself as a fragile thread in the vast tapestry of existence, stretched under the weight of doubt,
In the silence of my mind, the whispers of shortcomings haunt me like an unyielding echo,
I feel abandoned by my own reflection, wandering among the shadows of bitter regret,
The world becomes a merciless mirror, showing me only the flaws that frighten me,
I label my wounds as if their names could justify the existence of pain,
I see mistakes as evidence of unworthiness, imperfections as heavy chains.
I struggle with the question of purpose, seeking my place in the complicated dance of life,
Do I deserve the good things, or are they just unforeseen accidents of fate?
Am I capable of creating a brighter path, or will I wander in darkness, lost in doubts?
And yet, deep in my soul, a hope flickers like the first light of dawn,
It whispers that I am more than the scars and fears that define me.
Perhaps I can rewrite the story, finding the courage to believe in my worth,
To see myself as capable of love, growth, and renewal, even in fragility,
For beauty lies in the most broken pieces if we have the courage to look,
In this journey of self-discovery, light shines through the cracks,
And perhaps we will learn to love ourselves not despite our flaws, but because of them,
For true beauty blooms when we dare to see the brilliance within us.
Categories:
unworthiness, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
The Gift
Lord, hear my prayer... You have handed me the precious gift of salvation. In my unworthiness you have heard my plea and brought joy to your errant child. Lord, hear my prayer of thanksgiving for the many blessings you have showered on this, your child in need of direction. Oh Lord, hear my prayer. I pray you will use discipline, not punishment, in correcting my path…. Lord, hear my prayer. When mercy is called for, I pray you will let grace abound in your judgment. Lord, draw me close and let me feel your love….. Oh Lord, hear my prayer….. Amen
Written by John Posey
9/2/14
Categories:
unworthiness, prayer, religious,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Please do not hold me within those claws of unworthiness
As if your judgment alone DEFINES me!
Get out of here, you little baby,
You don’t recognize what’s good for you!
Push away the peas,
But you’re still going to have to eat them!!!!
Your fresh eyes glanced easily upon stupidity,
No, not stupidity—merely mistake!
An innocent, mind-begrudging mistake!
That, yes, I admittedly made. . .
This is not even a scratch on the surface—
Not even a soft powder-pat on your tiny balls
That little trip up you witnessed,
That you misconceived as smart-alecky trash,
That you automatically assumed was ME,
It was YOU
So, rest easy,
I mashed the peas for you:
My heart is pumping with what you will never know
I am bleeding along the surface of your hardened exterior
I am a silly mistake in the form of a slip of the finger—
An acquitted mistake
That I will never make again
(trust me on that one, OLIVER!)
With all the efforts of justification,
You rest your eyes with utter annoyance upon me now
For that human, that CHILD standing there,
Smiling in the light like a sunburned baby’s ass
Is nothing but a diaper-filled disruption—
A **** disturbance uncalled for
But is adequately named, the one who IGNORES
The moment I looked at you, Oliver
I was certain of a sweet heart
It was in your eyes—a trust of kindness so genuine
So attractive you were,
Full of newness—a shiny toy that remains in the box
Limited edition (emphasis on limited)—exclusive….
By Destiny’s pacifying distain,
She taught me I could be crushed of dreams
The moment I fall on my face—
That people are not always who you think they will be
That I could be utterly and undeniably wrong in the good I see
And God, you sir, are so deliberately ugly to me!!!!!!
How’s that for an ETERNAL impression?!
*Sorry guys. But I needed a raw rant off my chest. Love you guys immensely. If there’s an Oliver that reads this poem on here, I promise I am not aiming this at you babe….just had to make that clear…. XD *
Categories:
unworthiness, anger, character, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
A Moment to Cherish
It came without any connection.
It bore some fruit, a celebration ?
A pleasant moment
came - and it went.
It left without connection.
No expressed affection.
What does it mean ?
This empty scene.
A Moment to Cherish
Left me hollow.
Difficult to swallow.
This hurt heart
became the start
of questions – why
a tear filled eye ?
Why feeling choke
in my constricted throat ?
Is it repulsion ?
Is it unworthiness ?
B. J. “A” 2
April 23rd 2015
Categories:
unworthiness, heartbreak,
Form:
Rhyme
I write about the things I know,
The things that give me pleasure.
I write about the things I love,
About the things I treasure.
I write about what bothers me,
Which trouble and annoy.
I write about the things I hate,
Which rob life of it's joy.
It helps me to examine life,
To listen, look and learn.
It teaches me to deal with things,
Situations of concern.
It's good for our mental health.
It helps us to relax.
It relieves the built up tension,
When we express the things that tax.
Often things that bother us,
Never get expressed,
Because of certain protocol,
They must be repressed.
There's no place we can vent our rage.
No one wants to hear,
The mental and the physical,
Anguish of their peers;
So we hide it all inside,
Where it builds, ferments,
Because we have no outlet,
No place where we can vent.
Writing helps us vent our rage,
Our pent up fears and anger.
It enables us to speak our minds,
Release the prison of our languor.
It helps us see the beauty,
That surrounds us every day.
It helps us to appreciate,
And value work and play.
It teaches us to value,
The simple things of life.
The lovliness of nature,
The unworthiness of strife.
It teaches us to concentrate,
On that which pleases us.
To count our blessings every day,
Not that which stresses us.
It's not just an outlet,
That helps us to vent.
Writing also teaches us,
How to be content.
Categories:
unworthiness, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Walls explode, windows crash
Lightning in the middle, ceremoniously mash
the safety of my core, the distressed world of my being
that has given me a reality, gazing into the sky, seeing
the truth written in heavenly bodies and locked in a celestial
dance.
Wandering through the maze of triumph and defeat
Playing tug-of-war with every soul I meet
Straddling between two worlds, navigating a dangerous cycle
Wondering if the dilemma I’m in needs the presence of
Archangel Michael and the ambassadors of heaven who uncover
the remains of my shattered soul.
The prevailing unveiling of my unfinished tale,
Which has weathered every tempestuous and stormy gale
Rears its furious head and says in all its glory
“You can’t die now, you’ve got to tell your story!”
This echo from my center reminds me of a winter
that taught me and brought me to my knees, not wanting
to pay the spiritual fees of my accidental mistakes and coincidental
blunders.
A roughening up, a toughening up of my disheveled being
captures the root of my anxiety and serves it up seeing my
compliance, asking for holy alliance with the creator to make
sense of this newness of life, absence from strife, that I am not
familiar with nor ready to receive in the midst of being unprepared
for the blessings which lie ahead.
How can this be? I’m not ready, you see? This new thing, this true thing
that comes to the light! It feels wonderful, yet so scary,
so overwhelming, I still want to bury, the feelings that fight through the
dirt and the darkness to let me know that you are worth more than your violent past so stop wearing the mask of self-hatred, deceit, unworthiness, and defeat. You are not what has happened to you, not what someone has done to you! With a few more climbs and a few more chimes, the truth won’t be so gory...
The time has come, the nightmare is over…YOU’VE GOT TO TELL YOUR STORY!
Categories:
unworthiness, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Our fingers interweave, like a key in a lock
The tumblers click into place, and the world opens
Warm, orange glow between our hearts
Coursing down our arms to each other, tearing through
The amber cocoon around my inner being, awake again to
Your beige perfection, my scarlet, grateful unworthiness
And the vibrant greens and blues around us
Your fluid grace and power unmask your freckles:
The rosettes of a leopardess, proud and powerful
Tan skin and graceful lines, at once camouflaged
Yet with a profound presence that welcomes me
Your mocha eyes lock with mine, and the energy flows
In a growing crescendo of electric blue and yellow
Between us in a complete and perfect circle again
6/8/16
© by Author
Categories:
unworthiness, color, love, wife,
Form:
Free verse
Unworthiness
Humans may have been gifted with God-given shoulders
Yet do they deserve to be endowed with white angelic wings?
1/20/2022
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Categories:
unworthiness, angel, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Love or hate is a priceless thing,
It cannot be bought.
Yet, humans choose to hate or love you,
Because you lack melanin, or poor,
Or richer, or educated, or black, or white.
A human can choose to hate or love for no reason,
May hate you for being moral or love you for wrong reasons,
People may hate or love you because “they just feel it”
Others may do it because you are principled, or dishonest.
Others may like your songs, but still hates you,
Or hate you for loving what they hate.
The measure of love or hate can never be weighed.
Though, hate, unlike love, eats away the core of the soul.
Unlike love, the hater gets devoured daily,
Yet, still wonder why people choose hate over love?
Love is trust, self-worth and confidence,
Love comes to those who accept who they are,
Love emerges from those who perceive others as friends and not threats,
And love develops to generosity, caring and honesty.
Hate is feeling of imagined threat,
Non-existent fear that manifests in ones’ heart.
Hate devours the hater and leads to aggressiveness.
Hate leads to character assassination,
Or unworthiness and self-victimization,
And leave the hater blaming others for his/her own fault.
Categories:
unworthiness, hate, love,
Form:
Light Verse