Blaming Poems - Poems about Blaming

"It was your dress," they replied Was it? The ripped fabric cried The 5-year-old's laughter silenced that day Couldn't even scream, "I'm just a child," and ran away "It was your shorts," they claimed Was it? The torn seams proclaimed The 10-year-old's dreams shattered, flamed Couldn't even cry, "I'm just a girl," with shame "It was your clothes," they blamed Was it? The cloth...

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"It was your dress," they replied Was it? The ripped fabric cried The 5-year-old's laughter silenced that day Couldn't even scream, "I'm just a child," and ran away "It was your shorts," they claimed Was it? The torn seams proclaimed The 10-year-old's dreams shattered, flamed Couldn't even cry, "I'm just a girl," with shame "It was your clothes," they blamed Was it? The cloth...

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i wonder if my sister is aware she’s the reason i lost my muchness it’s like i don’t want to be loud anymore i want to be like a whisper or a gust of wind i want to be quiet and go unnoticed so bad that i tip toe and hold my breath maybe because i approached it...

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Two small pinwheels once rosy and gay Have faded in the sun, they are now dingy and gray How brilliantly colorful they once were, probably Popping with enthusiasm and joy to some degree Now they are worn, faded, dull, and listlessly dead. I have to blame their owner Mr. McFred He should have brought them in before the snow Wait; he is...

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The child could disassociate rapidly when she had to She had plenty of practice Thanks to her mother bringing home new daddies Some had not been kind to the little girl She had gotten used to staying in the corner While things were done to her body that she did not like She could weasel out of herself quickly Before she knew...

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My candle burns at both ends. It will not last the night. But, ah my foes, and oh, my friends, it sheds a lovely light. Author: Edna Saint Vincent Millay Her very first published poem….. “First Fig. “ In later years, on to win a Pulizer Prize. ...

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Keep on blaming and cheating It is annoying, and disgusting You always have an excuse You always want to amuse Keep on criticizing Keep on castigating Put your conscience in the mirror If you can find it. Check the corridor To see if it is not running away from you Pay all debts that are due and overdue Put up Or shut up Slavery is over. Racist...

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The way she talks.... as if a sweet bird sadly singing. as if she's so sorry for the troubles that we are having, her face goes red like an apple, not her fault, but like a prayer in a chapel, she seems to be apologizing. not her burden, but to carry it for calmness, she's so abiding. the tone of her voice tears your heart and your...

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Blame it on Biden. Blame it on Trump. Blame it on inflation and the gas at the pump. Blame it on our borders. Blame the Chinese. Blame toilet paper hoarders when covid makes you sneeze. Blame it on the Christians. Blame it on the Jews. Blame it on the LGBTQ's. Blame it on Putin and his war in Ukraine. This blaming game is quite inane....

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I wouldn’t blame you if I died I don’t blame you that you’ve lied Heck, I wouldn’t even be alive to see the day and the beautiful skies I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to cry Or if you displayed any anger in your eyes After all this world is at times, ill advised...

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Blaming the white men Is the idea, the insane ideas That many of you have in your eyes In your head and in your brain. You’re scared of the truth You’re playing the ugly lute The sad refrain that you ought to forget To exterminate and to obliterate FYI, the white men are in extreme debt They’re complaining, moaning and blaming The world too, for...

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Imperfect and tainted, accusations enters one's mind vividly actions create reactions. Misleading someone to accepts one's plots? ...

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life hands out marbles I swallow mine on purpose clogging my body loudly choking and screaming blaming everyone else now...

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He was the first pyromaniac cat I had ever met. Some said he was too focused, too intense. I thought he was brilliant, and yet…. I was terrified of his logic, it made lots of sense. He had quite a following, I joined his cult right away. He had barrels of petrol and gasoline too We all wanted our own...

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Oppressed and suppressed Facing hate speech Rude snarky remarks Unsympathetic sympathies Bully laughs Bizarre comments Negative feedback. Note.Victim Blaming is common in Pakistan. Stop meddling and mind your own business....

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