Blame Poems - Poems about Blame

We cannot blame nature for melancholy of the autumn Leaves falling down the ground Decay to enrich the soil for feeds and the fertility of the forest It's us isolated to our world of the human ignorance Excluding needs of the world that food feeds us with love of the flavors and colors And fantasy Knitting is for...

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When I was 17 I believed grief wore the face of death. I thought it would come with wailing, With wet cheeks and broken things. But when it came, It made no sound. No storm, No crash, No fire. It came like dust, Settling in my chest, In the hollow between my breaths, In the quiet ache beneath my skin. It took me to the...

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My little sister loved to fraternize So her newfound curves she just had to hide Sis wore frumpy clothes Nothing was exposed Now, why were those...

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I dont blame her for how she chose to survive It was never really her choice It was a forced setup A gun forced into our hand To absolve them of guilt But they guide our hands On to the trigger And coax us into pulling it But was it really suicide When the world forced...

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I blame it for the pain As i try and understand its secrets As it’s forms and folds wraps itself around me Its supposed to protect the me from the world But I cannot make sense of the curved markings painted across it im supposed to take care of it keep it smooth perfect for the picture but i am...

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It’s not alright ...

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Love, is not a moderate image to paint ! I have tread a serene parks walk with colourful abundant trees and beauteous scenes Yet Love : “let me honour those who favour you their forte”! Lustful young love and bitterness in sweet red wine Patience in a white steady car awaiting traffic to mind time Everything coming together ,...

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What's wrong with them Americuns forever pointing fingers always pointing guns searching for someone to blame never changes stays the same with 'Love thy neighbour,' and 'Thou shalt not kill,' religious to the core hypocrites to boot and what's more shooting people children too wondering why innocent die and yet they haven't got a clue ...

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I thought at your fiftieth we would make up, I saved every drop to buy you a new Ford. Your Royce is still sweet, but it needs a backup— Not a Lincoln, a Mustang I could afford. But you threw the keys back at me in fury, You let your friends mock me with horrid laughter. On our disputes, you turned...

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there i sat at 1am thinking about where i went wrong as tears poured down my face like an unearthly waterfall i remember every conversation trying though as to remember why did they like me? did they even truly like me? or was it a game only, someone has to put that blame on them because i didn’t do anything wrong or so i thought yet i...

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It was a memorable evening, bright with my beautiful, charming fiancé (once my wretched, tormented heart's delight) near the old village of Fatheringay. Drawn by the lilt of a whispery voice, we found ourselves in a dark, rustic pub. An inner misgiving questioned our choice. A man served drinks from a hook on a stub.   After imbibing a strange, bubbling brew, we dawdled the full moon-lit countryside. In...

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O God of blistered stars and silence, I crawl to You with blood beneath my nails— Not theirs, my own. I tore at shame like bark from skin, But it rooted deeper still. Do You see me now? A cathedral of cracked marrow, Where hallelujahs rot before they bloom— I cannot pray without trembling. The night — I dare not name it — Stitched its...

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Were you looking for me? Her diabolical dog Disaster asked. She rolled her eyes. Disaster knew she was looking for him. She had called his name over twenty times. Who tore open the cereal box? Why is it on the floor? Disaster circled it but admitted nothing. Who chewed up the new roll of toilet paper? Disaster looked pointedly at his mistress’s...

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I can't blame anyone, not even the one you love I'm sure you both have stories to fill pages with— about how you met and fell for each other I do not have the right to claim you, so the question of hate seems outrageous My nights are haunted by the dead and the living You are a beacon I always...

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Blame Everyone likes to point fingers and Make sure someone else is Always at fault, but that can be a Lame excuse when the finger pointers share the Blame. ...

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