Shaming Poems - Poems about Shaming

If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all. Your opinions seem to ruin my day. What gave you the gall to express your unpleasant views, about me, my physique, or my features? Don't you think my feelings'd be bruised? Maybe everyone could be a little sweeter, a little more good natured, no...

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Shaming is an ignorant man’s way of trying to control his family and himself Shaming is an ignorant man’s way Shaming is….. ignore...

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Approaching winter... OK, maybe encroaching mid-winter of life's seasonal span with resonantly compelling grace, perhaps even transparent vulnerability, feels controversial, too laissez-faire Too much courage in declaring preliminary success with too little curiosity about what happens next on planet Earth Continuing to revolve all four seasons dynamics holistic lenses. I recall the poet's admonition to not go quietly into this winterish cold night. Life's final reflective opportunity does not invite quiet so much as impassioned...

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Why do you care so much for how I look? Is it so that I can be attractive enough to get married? I wish sometimes that you would care about my life as much as you care about my weight. Just for one day I want to be able to look directly in the mirror and not peak...

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What speech was free was lost for Cherry When Don went bye for words of tarry That all his hopes were wearing poppies When much too forced was airing copies That all his press was shaming Cherry For all the years they claimed him scarey And all his faith was down to years When stars burn out for Heaven's Jeers...

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Where the poor would wear black faces they'd already be rich. Where the sick would die for News Crews we'd all become their pitch. That a crew could be as News Crew for shaming people's faces. When they only make them more views for blaten ignorant chases. And a man becomes his own News for sharing ignorant faces. And neglecting what's the next clue of questioning...

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His teeth were crooked, broken, mostly missing When he spoke he slobbered while he was lisping So the town gave him this nickname Sad epitaph to his fateful fame They say shame is our deepest sorrow Those who have it, dread every tomorrow He was homeless yet some let him in A lonely, troubled fella with no known kin Nothing ever worked...

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People are gonna have their opinion. People are gonna talk their smack People are gonna look down on you People are gonna laugh at your lack People are gonna think they’re better People are gonna categorize you People are gonna look at you funny, And people are gonna unjustly despise you. These are things people can do to cause us shame, but...

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Men did not swear by leather bound prayers, woven into mismatched melodies of ‘this is what He said’. Devil deranged like a man claiming he can speak to God. Devil’s face flushed, he is a victim of the heat, a fallen angel, another lost silhouette in ‘His’ image. Underneath the world created by us, he is consumerism’s mascot, keeping warm by fire’s touch… Flames are meant to keep us warm. It is not his...

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