Culpa Poems - Poems about Culpa

Felix Culpa

Yahweh’s image! The crown of creation!
Got lured by the snake's words of elation
Did Adam and Eve wish to test their might?
Who deprived them of the angelic light?

Soon, omissions and commissions juggled.
To earn their living, each being struggled.
Friends became foes. Siblings became strangers.
Each day dawned with life-threatening dangers.

The prophets, saints, and martyrs came to save
And lead

Felix Culpa

Yahweh’s image! The crown of creation!
Did Adam and Eve wish to test their might?
The serpent’s luring words of elation
soon deprived them of the angelic light

Sins of omission and commission thrived.
Friends became foes. Siblings became strangers.
To earn their living, each being strived.
Each day dawned with life-threatening dangers.

The prophets, saints, and martyrs came to save
the fallen humans

Felix Culpa

When rebellious thoughts screamed
Before the noise of life filled the quiet,
I now recall half-filled moments
Upon edge of spite 
and an angry wind:
Unmoved by parental debates
This heart denied 
pleas of atonement; 
At eighteen, pride ruled
 to cross over the night...
and walking  out  with a backpack,
Feisty senses  burst
 for sweet freedom's trail.

Feeling how 

Felix Culpa

Many times when we’ve fallen
We feel walking out of our room, sullen
Sometimes, it’s another way around
We walk out with a small trophy or crown.

The moment when our flaw rolls as Felix Culpa
We seemingly feel the spark of a good karma
And bringing along its prize in sweet vanilla
We'll say,” A blessing in disguise, Alleluia!”

Felix Culpa comes

Felix Culpa

L o v e, a withering star ~
awakened amidst silence
that swirls through the night sky
like fairy lights,
i l l u m i n a t i n g
the maze of midnight
with kaleidoscopic traces
of what once soared…
But in the chasm of loss and agony,
I found the gossamer essence of hope
from the
glass-winged arms of metamorphosis…

Now I breathe

Felix Culpa

 
Felix culpa is a Latin phrase that comes from the words felix, 
meaning "happy,"lucky," or "blessed" and culpa, meaning "fault" 
or "fall".  In the Catholic tradition, the phrase is most often translated
"happy fault". Other translations are"fortunate fall" or "blessed fall".

God created humans flawed and weak
with the capacity of sin who often fall from

Felix Culpa

We quarreled to bitter, burning degrees 
(you)loving me 
as a tender trespasser 
     a chew toy 
     boy 
demanding compliance 
forced feedings 
down
to sock selection 
(your)conspicuous usage of chlorine 
blistering eyes 
a woman my mother may have idolized 
(your)disciplined hemlines 
entirely circumspect 
	subtracting the abusements 
	how (your)words

Felix Culpa

Some time ago, when we were free to do;
       ten I was, or twelve?
I walked along a misty lane to school
the etched patterns of ferns and trees
  on my window when I awoke
         now echoed in the frozen grass
                 and early ferns
    

Felix culpa

What if..?
The snake had not deceived the first human to eat that apple.
Like animals—naked, primitive, homeless, wanderers—
We would still have been only the salts of the earth in Eden.

Eating all fruits except those of knowledge and life...
In a garden where we do not work, but God works for us.
Perhaps we would be born, but never

Felix Culpa

Do you regret, when you make a mistake?
While I surely understand your concern,
do you know that you'll get an even shake,
a priceless education in return?
So, go ahead, and give yourself a break,
for it is life's fumbles that make us learn.
So say, "felix culpa" or "happy fault" -
there is no need for self-assault.

Tragically hurt, no longer

Felix Culpa

The Fall necessary for redemption
Exodus needed to reach Promised Land
The Cross before glory resurrection
Sometimes, evil's allowed by God's command

We need to fall to rise again 'bove pain
"Failure is the stepping stone to success"
If we do not commit mistakes, no gain
Sometimes, we don't learn lessons without mess

So, count yourself fortunate if you fall
"A just man falls

Felix Culpa

Written: March 12. 2025 For contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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I wonder if you cared when you cried,
I wonder if you cared apropos of your pride.
Maybe I was foolish for your narcissism,
Luxury once trumped passion and eroticism.

We are all bound by a burden of

Felix Culpa

I wonder if you were good,
Too good for me.
You love scattered with the morning breeze, 
But I wonder if you were good.

I wonder if I was blind,
Blind to your selfish deeds.
You painted your desires on my lips,
But I wonder if I was blind.

I wonder if you cared,
Cared so hard you cried.
Your tears felt dry to

Mea culpa my child

Thou wert frail, frailer still thy fate,
Had reasons fair to feel nigh riled,
Your sad eyes sure had looked for me, 
O my ill-fated child.

I was too far to welcome thee,
My child, had little time to wait,
Get admired in father’s fond arms,
And ye left, gone from gate.

Helpless not to have held to heart,
Nor yet welcome thou

Culpable

Written for Ink Empress' 'Unwritten Absence' Poetry Contest. 

C(ulpa)ble

Your unwritten absence unravelled much 
Disrobing piteously your impure intent
Starkly exposing a ravaged soul as such

Cocooned in dark yarns of deceit, I lay spent
In golden gilded cage tarnishing from neglect
Plated with cosmetic veneer for society's consent

Yet, you were oblivious to the storm brewing, most perfect
Bidding the right

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