Shame Poems - Poems about Shame

If Vulcan Wakes (c) 2025 by The Entangled Pair If Vulcan fully wakes again and shakes his fiery dreads unleashing hell in all it's fury on our fearful heads I tell you once again my friends in words of common rhyme we perish not in watery graves but in the fires this time can't see the forest for the trees can't...

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Science has brought us closer to the edge of our oblivion Nuclear fission angel dust processed foods and smog Two steps forward ten steps back ennobling every dirty fact as children choke and cry There’s one award the Swede’s leave out that’s missing on their dais The Nobel Prize for mass destruction as progress masquerades — unchecked (Sweden: May, 2008) ...

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They seek a label, something to define, Then twists the truth and paints it all in shame. It drags the soul beneath its harsh, cold flame, And whispers lies to mar a spotless shine. No kindness dwells where judgment takes its hold, Where friends alone may pass without a scar. Yet in this night, a quiet strength is bold— A guarded peace...

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I kept quiet far too long. I couldn't open my mouth, it seemed, not even for a peep. The perfect doormat. Welcome to one and all. Come wipe your feet. Tolerance is that ugly sin a coward learns to live with while incessant cycles repeat. Nothing changes when nothing's said, silence being the prime enabler. And like a weed, shame grows in the shadow of acceptance. AP: 1st...

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Shame is not loud. A forest torn like paper Like the spine of a child’s book. He remembers the fire, The silence of bees. Hears cries of nature, Shame is not loud. Its a SCREAM! ...

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In fifth grade, I earned first place statewide for violin against the girl I half-loved— her fingers quicker, her lineage more illustrious— but that day, mine did not tremble. She chose a piece with fireworks and pitfalls— something by Tchaikovsky— I chose Barcarolle— plainspoken, sweet, a boat gliding through moonlight. I played it without flaw. She slipped once, only once. We both knew I’d won on a grace note— not brilliance, nor fire— just...

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I thought at your fiftieth we would make up, I saved every drop to buy you a new Ford. Your Royce is still sweet, but it needs a backup— Not a Lincoln, a Mustang I could afford. But you threw the keys back at me in fury, You let your friends mock me with horrid laughter. On our disputes, you turned...

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I call her Ms. H because names are easier than saying— I was too much. Too soon. Too wrong. She isn’t loud. She doesn’t speak. She waits— in the gap between what I gave and what you didn’t take. Ms. H isn’t you laughing at me. She’s the one who dusts me off when I offer my beating heart— just for you to forget it on your way out. She’s the one...

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I lost a part of me last day. Stolen by thoughts of old. A memory in loves past-tense a bitter-sweet remembrance. Today I gave away the rest of you. Martyred to my famed miscues, self-esteem and thoughts of few. Tomorrow I’ll give away what’s left of us bartered lies and loves mistrust all in my broken...

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The will to feel each other skin to skin while sleeping in one bed you want me, don’t deny it you know it’s not right, it won't be right Trying to distract myself from crying telling you perverse ideas Making you sweat and tell me what you’d do to me if I were there The ideas get more grousome...

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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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If love is... feeling unloved, anxious and starved, give my regards Does the torment of love's hate eliminate pain? If love is trembling lips and sultry eyes, upon them everlasting cries, Charcoal tears that pour What answers are there for these unwanted sores? Binding spells of the unforgiving way swells She the accuser shames with her bitter blame Aging with, until the bitter end Accusing of his unrequited love Awaits...

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Saints in Heaven Seamus O'Malley What have you done to your gal Sally And as the Irish say Twas no luck on that day He left her gin-soaked down an alley Their next time out, he done it again In Irish eyes, that's a mortal sin This is our pub Seamus So don't try to blame us Cuz we won't be letting you...

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A fella’s promoted at work His office sign makes people smirk It reads W. Anchor - Head overseas banker His shortened name drives him berserk Work colleagues all know him as Billy His parents name choice, was so silly He's named William Anchor It fills him with rancour He's lucky he wasn't called Willie!...

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They be; "Steadily assuming" Thinking what you're not Their perception A reflection of them They're always assuming From we pass and what they heard. Your looks, "Sometimes don't define you" What you see sometimes Might be deceiving People do disguise. Your pains Some people's gains Steadily want to tame or shame you. They want to know our wonders So we always Keep them wandering Walking around Asking...

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