Mortified Poems - Poems about Mortified

Love lets you makes mistakes Without leaving you Immersed in the pool of regrets, Swallowing back tears and remembering The sins that colored your heart Hard and darkened your dreams So they were flooded with quiet details, Elements like fear and sorrow, pain and guilt, Shame that wouldn’t let you go, Free from the humiliation, the disgrace The bumbling embarrassment And the indignity of doubt...

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Blood When I woke up the other night The blood was on the sheets red and bright It was part of becoming a woman right? But how come after the blade slices across my skin Making lines nice and thin I cry thinking it’s a sin This is a different type of blood Not the one where cotton pads are used...

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There once was a man from Gibraltar, Who didn't do what he oughter? He wore gigantic big socks, That he filled up with rocks He also stole bricks, stones and mortar....

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Recipice Precipice Carolyn Child would be Mortified watching me Cooking with joy and glee Random ingredients Thrown in a pot! Hardly comestible Near-indigestible Never repeatable Undefatigable Principal requisite Just make it hot! ————- Not a pure double dactyl, but in the spirit of one… Julia Carolyn Child is the person, I pronounce Ju-li-a, but the syllable counter pronounces Jul-ya, so I went with her middle name....

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Sweet Lorelei was in distress - an angler’s rod ripped off her dress, perched high on her rock, she was sans her frock, her nakedness she must redress! She clambered down onto the beach, to gather seaweed in arm's reach, then formed a bikini, (which was rather teeny,) now sailors declare her a peach! Sea Tales Limerick Contest Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire Limerick 1: 8,8,5,5,8 Limerick 2: 8,8,6,6,8 Favorite...

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Shocked, ashamed and mortified How could a man from the church, a clergy man touch our young girls? How do you look on a child for pleasure when you preach of honesty and trust? How could you abuse the innocence of a young girl when she looked to you for guidance? How many others have there been?...

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I, walk among the zombies rotting in an unfathomable ghetto, thrust ‘neath lifeless golden bricks, drenched in crimson hues of survival. She, dressed in disgrace, gyrates to an ugly music, painting his evenings in sordid colors! What have they done to you, Oh my Modesty!! A desperate light flickers high above. Unattainable. Blind. Does your fumbling feeble mind remember me? I was once known as Honesty....

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I can't find my clothes, they have strayed away. Naked and cold in the middle of day. Strangers are laughing and rude, I've no idea why I'm nude. Let this be a bad dream, dear Lord, I pray. For Johns's contest. Nude dream 2nd place...

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