Guilt Poems - Poems about Guilt

I told the truth and still, someone bled. Silence would have stitched us shut, a delicate, rose-gold lie— woven into the wallpaper of a bedroom left sketched. I thought I was choosing clarity, but the mirror fogs each morning. Future—blunted, gray— looms like wet brick pavements. No signs, only echoes of footsteps— taunting like the choices I regret. This morning, I climbed the roof before the city stirred. The...

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He was paving over the cracks She wore black underwear The night was grey Her nipples came alive under the soft, silky material And for a time, he was lost in lust She liked married men They had wives to go home to He was fighting guilt and pleasure Mostly, he was fighting himself She watched him go Men and their women, she thought Money was...

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Her breath was warm with coffee and sin, Laced dark on my tongue, sharp and thin; A bitter taste clung to the curve of her smile, As dawn broke, trembling, and silent awhile. Her hands, soft thieves, curled 'round my waist, Stealing the quiet I longer to taste; The sheets smelled of dusk, of cinnamon's ghost, Of promises lost, of love turned...

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Lying on the grass carpet, I met myself, A kid from the past oblivion. Sought my assistance, Questioned the path I travelled. We both talked an hour, Despite our dissimilarities, The faces were the same. It left me in awe initially, Calmed knowing it's me. The road I travelled, Not less a disappointment, Now I look back, it screams at me, They say I'm...

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Forgive me or penalise if you wish to. Remain not, a stoic and lemme take in every breath of guilt. The guilt, so monstrous, always conniving to destroy my peace If only, that's the act of vengeance you seek....

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haunt me as i haunted your life, who was it that failed, did you fail as a father, or did i fail as a son. the tears i shed on that morning in January, do they compare to the tears you drank. leaving nothing behind only your blood. is it to late for me to apologise? consuming your death to fill the gaps...

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I turned to look back, feeling anxious as I stood "by the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find." Was there someone there watching me? The gate creaked shut, echoing the taint of guilt That I hoped no one heard. Earlier I came through this gate to meet you in the woods. It was rusty, stuck shut, and needed a heavy...

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Reflected grief spat back at me to bear Another load, the double of my own To take and carry, this unholy pair Then tripled, multiplied, beneath I groan. A beast of burden hauling my bloated Carriage, cut into with refracted shards. Whipped for my pain, heavier I’m loaded Pile after pile, the crown a house of cards. I tread...

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The worst curse of being human is thinking too much. Doubt is born, then resentment, then your own hatred. Regretfully, I’ve created what I never wanted: a pain of the soul....

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I was new at the Jewish senior home In the center garden I saw old man read a tome I asked his name, to start a conversation, "Marvin Klutznik", he replied, to my consternation. I had paid so much to be in the place The man I was speaking was a global disgrace I felt like departing, but since not...

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sometimes i think of you when i can't sleep and i stare at the closet, i remember when we were kids and used to hide in your closet and build a fort and hide from the world, either it was our parents or our future, nothing existed beyond it.i stare at my gray walls that...

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I have measured my worth in halves— half a plate, half a bite, half a person. Chewing on numbers, swallowing silence, practicing hunger like a shadow, but it never fades. Fullness is a cruel, suffocating weight. A mistake lodged in my stomach, a constant reminder that I don’t belong. I press my hands against my skin, as if I could suffocate it, shrink it until...

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that look of innocence and expectation that a future with promises awaits their anticipation of clear blue skies and hope that tomorrow will be brighter that look of unadulterated naivete on the eve of realizing what shape we've left the world for future generations problems of injustice and inequality worse than ever that look that drills right through your soul and asks what you,...

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and so words not said like rusty nails through my palms glare crimson, ablaze ...

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Regret is to feel sad, repentant, disappointed over something that has already happened, especially a loss or missed opportunity. See Regret is just another way for the darkness to cloud your future days. How can you be present while living in regret in these current hours, with moments already spent. Inevitably taking seconds in your...

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