Short Blameless Poems
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In the thick of a wicked white world,
the blameless negress passes through:
deepest sorrow welling up
in dusky lovely eyes.
Declaring oneself blameless for the evils of this world is proof of ignoring cruel reality!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 April 2017
Bad beaked beatle,biting
badly like a busy bug on
my bare black back and
it began to bleed bile
bitter blocks of
blameless
blood,balefully .
take the lot and run
go hide amongst treachery,
take all give nothing
now laws passed to protect you,
only the blameless; guilty.
© Harry J Horsman 2014
Hello, folks. Happy joyful jubilation dayl
We will gather hopefully down by the bay
I feel excited and enthusiastic this happy Tuesday.
Bliss comes into my mind, this lovely fifth of May.
Time lies not blameless for the faded, wilting bloom,
But has not dimmed its beauty,
Must not she harbour reflections of awakening Springtime,
But surrender to the Advent of the winter of her life.
Hills crowd close yonder,
My cries echo back & forth-
Th' void in my heart.
Blameless Sunday night,
Punished nonetheless: by your
Selfish Monday gloom.
Love does not live here,
Not anymore; ever since
We became brothels.
It is within these walls you see, trapped was the woman I use to be.
A sinner, blameless at best. Not having a choice like the rest.
Craving this notion to be free, free from the reality that once be.
Though you cannot see it, it’s the impression, that forever haunts me.
Curious hour, why are you holding me to such ghastly thoughts?
Why must I be the subject of all your stinging seconds?
I have done no wrong today; I am blameless
And yet I am left here, consumed with your greedy hands
Tracing them along my chest, eyes steadfast as coursing ships
Another shooting
steals many innocent souls
in California.
How many more lives
must be lost before we stop
this gun craziness?
Citizens do not
need machine guns and armor
to live peacefully.
Stop the madness of
angry folk taking their spite
out on the blameless.
Softly softly not to smear
Your ego’s creation
Which kid gloves pat
Your yes men collective
Blind to their subdued hero
Nurture your conceit.
How you wear your crown
On your cowards brow
Pale yet blameless.
A little man in a big world
I never want to live in again.
Who am I
to look upon you
in your love
you see me through
i am week
dead in sin
through your blood
the saints shall win
i walk in flesh
though i have a choice
through your word
i hear your voice
Lord make me blameless
wash me clean
as i repent
and make you king
Rain of thunder in a thrill - filled room
It felt like a time of doom
Blameless souls laid lifeless
For an act that was heartless
(More than) hundred and thirty three
What an awful sight to see
May the faded souls find their home
Where there's no rain and there's no storm
Everything that happens
Is not my fault
I cant control all things
Sometimes things
Just have to change
Sometimes its
Noones fault
And there's no
Assigning blame
Sometimes people
Grow appart
But life will
Carry on
Just because im afraid
Is no reason to close my heart
I am not blameless
I am not shameless
I can't tame this
Feeling that I'm wondering
Aimless
My name is:
Fat little ball of broken love-struck stress
I am nothing more then nothing less
Sniffing dust just so I can be blessed
I wonder if I died just who would miss me
And if he'd ever get up the nerve to kiss me
Form:
I’m just an innocent poem
roses are red that kind of stuff
Oh well then are the thorns
male or female or what
Does critical literacy enhance
the fragrance of beauty
How many isms hide in a flower
are petals translucent
Fertility without borders
blameless conception
21st April 2021
Need I dwell
Where the last
Dream fell
And live such
Pain indefinitely?
Nay! To your
Fastidious guilt;
Spoon-dosing
Castor oil
While denying
Evacuation—
Think not
That I love less
For cutting short
My grieving—
When care
I more
Than self
So wear a
Smiley Face
Thus ease
The parting
Of a blameless
Soul….
Foresight written on 8/26/88 by Tammy Ann Rose Snyder
The blameless Foresight
Of the night
Began to grow forthwith
It crawled and crept
Until I wept
But never revealed it’s myth
I sought the comfort
To cavort
Inside my head so deep
Almost emerging
Then clashing and converging
I finally fell asleep
Being betrothed to anger, a sorry wife,
Inspires words, often verbalized in haste.
Anger pilfers joy, devastating your life,
It seeks soft targets, and lays them waste.
Collateral damage invariably is found,
Even the blameless, have charge to pay.
Slain or injured ego's too oft abound,
Knowingly perished by this bedfellows fray.
How very inconsiderate,
dieing in the open;
shirking anonymity
behind the raging green.
You avoided the cacophony,
left random bullets blameless,
then when your God
abandoned You,
He left
just You,
alone;
refused to leave your ruined face
behind the mangled sandbags,
or in a shallow foxhole,
instead of here,
with Me
Nomadic moon was roaming
in the maddened fear of night.
A wordless journey in silent dark.
Betonica
for a painless being,
sustains the blues of separation.
An inverted green
puts the roots upward
to send a message.
Fear breaks the bones
to mould the claws.
There was no oblique answer.
Nobody was blameless.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
You raise your wings like an angelic-insect,
sent with a goodwill message to deliver,
hovering around flowers gay with a gentle touch
and the kiss of life of a kindhearted fairy.
You are truly blameless of anything scary,
bringing more life to nature without defect,
generously giving without desiring much
in return unlike many a human deceiver.
Form:
There are those who
are doomed
to be ruled
by the moon's pull
while stars clash;
who are double crossed
by Venus and Mars.
Those who bleed
are those who need
but never learn.
And there are
those who burn
those who love
only in hell.
Old tragedies
played out in pain
betrayed, denied
denied again.
Those who are
blameless
take the blame.
We were young, we were ready
We were breathless and sweaty
We were bold, we were blameless
And all together shameless
It was fresh, it was flirty
It was low down and dirty
It was wild, it was frantic
Anything but romantic
Ever hot, ever faster
Ever bound for disaster
Soon our passion diminished
And all too soon was finished
Beware, social media's worldly platform,
Blameless, guilty wannabes shower esteem,
Heady headlines bathing in common manure.
Knowing one’s neighbour.
Selfie, groupies searching for public reason,
Poetry kindled reframed and lovers bonding,
Gossip transferred digital nonsense bemused.
Silence youth golden.
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