Excuses Poems - Poems about Excuses

Who knew you were an ammunition, A camouflage with a malice! I'm still numb from the revelation No matter how much I try I'm afraid that I might risk walking the path that killed all my dreams I'd reinforced spellbound by your lies! I'm locked in your cellar For the crime of conviction In the castle you built And...

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A charley horse is killing me, so I am dragging my left foot I cannot meet for lunch, for my face is full of dirty soot I am limping a little thanks to a torn meniscus on my knee You will have to have your church tea without little ole me Arthritis is crippling my fingers, so I cannot...

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I hung out on six avenue and they teased me all the time. Saying you're afraid of you mom, but I was more afraid of crime. I found myself sometimes, doing things to just get along. That's what we do, blame others, when it's us that's doing wrong. I see young men on street corners, hustling to make a...

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Do not blame me for all your failures, Do not make excuses. Don’t overlook others. Those who blame others Will never grasp lofty dreams! You alone own your destiny, Dreams cannot be reached by the hesitant. You alone are responsible for everything, For not finding a way out of difficulties. If you don’t ponder on reaching your dreams, Are others truly to blame for this? When...

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Your excuses are cut deep into me, Every word, a wound on my skin, They bleed but do not kill, They weep but do not cry, I watch myself losing you, Losing my grip, finger by finger, With every lie from your mouth, With every excuse, They say destiny decides who live or die, But you choose my death, A living corpse, A hollow soul, They were...

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Strict parents taught her how to survive, To navigate life with lies she loathed to tell. She crafted a list, excuses for every misstep, Because the truth felt like a risk she couldn’t take. Sometimes, she wielded honesty— A rare, deliberate shield against blame. But since leaving home, she’s forgotten that art. Her list, once a lifeline, now defends others’ absences. “They must’ve...

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It’s really quite hard I was dealt a bad hand Nothing written in the cards And I don’t have a plan I couldn’t make this up I couldn’t if I tried I guess this is the point That I’m at in my life I’m batting for first base And I’m back at square one Always end up in this place When I think that I’m done I’m...

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The fine art of making excuses which achievement, deportment, endorsement, and indictment (more serious than rigging an election) jump/kickstarts (a divine comedy of errors) not reason enough to be deported), but necessitates more than a facile effort linkedin to a working knowledge of familial genetics ofttimes discovering, revealing, and unearthing locked up figurative ghosts in the closet, and/or shocking insights courtesy vis a vis mapping lineage of descendents whose...

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Pardon me, is that your toe I just had nowhere else to go Excuse me, ma’am, I lost my footing That’s why your dress is full of pudding ...

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Mama Excuse Smooth talker Jurisdiction Bamboozles school Now he’s eighteen Consequence Jail Time ...

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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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Sometimes I wonder... do the book characters wait anticipating-- Till I keep reading... do they feel abandoned, stuck deep in dilemmas Dependent on me-- like "Neverending Story" (have you read/ seen that?)...

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They say we’ll get a hurricane, that they’re calling hurricane Lee. Probably later this week, and it’s a category 9 at least. Some are saying prayers, but I say: Why’s God sending it here? Someone must be sinning a LOT. Hey, don’t look at me - I’m not. You’d think that would affect our classes, that maybe we’d get hazzard passes, for assignments that are...

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I sojourn this life with a searchlight of doubt, a walking stick of learning borrowed from past, I limp my way through like one with painful gout, deep darkness is blinding, progress is not fast! such trail has been walked by many before, through puddles of deceit, evil and cunning, these routes are harsh, human challenges many more, the end of...

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Shuttle Puddles Take cab Too drab Waggin Draggin Hitchhike Don't like Row boat Can't float Stay home No fun Can't win Sly grin...

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