Short Shamed Poems
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Her innocence lost,
Shattered and shamed, scared alone.
Picked up the pieces;
She waited for the sentence.
Forty-eight months, not enough!
Admiring the woman you love isn't a secret; The secret only admires shamed hearts and supplies courage to love the one who's a secret.
- Loverboi
At 11:05 the torrent came,
its current tainted,
its waters shamed
At 11:06 direction changed,
intention drowning
—redemption stained
(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
We will not be blamed for sadness
We will not be shamed for madness
We will not be harmed
For are mind tell us so
Or is it are heart
For it is love is what keep us who we are
Form:
We can not be shamed for sadness
We can not be blamed for madness
We ca not be harmed
For our minds tell us so
Or is it our hearts
For it is love that can keep us who we are
Form:
Tombstone enscriptions
Mindless descriptions
Conformity asked
Corruption masked
My Curiosity Tamed
Independance shamed
Always the same problems
No ways to solves solve them
Eating sensibly is the name of the game
No more gorging, that's not good for our frame
Getting lithe as a fairy
Singing like a canary
Happy as poop I'm no longer shamed
The moon rises behind a tree
As if shamed by her slow pace
Up that celestial hill.
I call her into question
If only to avoid
My own troubled thoughts.
Man shakes his fist at the universe.
The best thing of all …
a memory treasured
The worst thing of all …
a memory shamed
Blessing the one
cursing the other
To live on beyond us
— in praise or blame
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
From Lederhosen
a monster chosen
Whose Reich is damned
—gas slaughtered lambs
The eagle rises
truth despises
A country shamed
—those quiet blamed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
The Archer: branded in the skies
With fading beauty and mind’s rust,
Yet the light is far; the route unwise.
I climb on hope; cracked rungs hold true
But winds whip me into hurt dust—
Shamed! I rise to start my climb anew.
restless heart in need of flight
the time is drawing near
future bliss within his sight
in the present lives his fear
what he has and what he needs
inhabit different pages
conscience shamed by guilty deeds
such sin has costly wages
bluer than heaven
nature shamed sky to paint you ...
with such a proud brush
Written and submitted on May 13, 2020
For the "Haiku - Blue Jay" Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin, Sponsor.
Bare back
Sweet dermal fells
Sublime landscape, rare traveled
Olympus, shamed soft, shapely, supple
Tender esses slide to warmer, wilder climes
Delightfully dimpled, seductively swayed
From tresses to recesses ...
Succulent.
The Deal Killer,
The Heart Stomper,
The Grain Grinder,
The Mind Stealer,
The Spine Feeler,
The Mind Peeler,
The Spine Dealer,
The Chain Binder,
The Strained Reminder,
The Shamed Re-teller...
And now that all have spoken...
The deal is broken.
So much guilt.
So many acts that shamed,
making me feel worthless.
Empty, but for Hope.
Yet, what use be this hope
if I had not learned to forgive me?
Crying increasingly
‘cause pain, coursed through me.
Here, in this moment
I forgive me.
Every scepter, every throne,
reverts again anew
The god’s, their will divided,
in Iliads of truth
All wars of good intention,
paved avenues to hell
Honor shamed by Zeus renamed
—that horse where judgment dwells
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
their seasonal fling
leaves little imagining ~
passion's bits abound
naked, shamed, consigned to wait,
redeeming spring, yet far off…
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for the Autumn Reverie 2 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Jcb Bruh
written 11/13/23
That targeted sleep will not come
at once
in the tamed night.
A shifted pain
lifts the irretrievable word
shamed at edge.
The godwings
weave the rhyme of flight
for the wedding of death.
You are born again
in sleep
for another journey.
Satish Verma
Form:
Every scepter, every throne,
reverts again anew
The god’s, their will divided,
—an Iliad of ‘truth’
A war of good intentions,
paved avenue to hell
Honor shamed, by Zeus renamed,
—that horse where judgment dwells
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
In days of old
Those poets bold
Would peek at
A thesaurus
When slyly shamed
Sadly exclaimed
They did it so the words
Won’t bore us
And yet it seems
The best of schemes
Is viewed by some
As witchery
Yet those who do
Are tired too
Of listening to
Such .itchery
no birdie with a yellow bill
hopped upon my window sill nor
could he see me blinds were drawn the
window shut on day's cold dawn and
no cocked and shining eye gleamed thru
the glass and on I dreamed while passed
the time and I not shamed by sloth
prefer my birdies cooked in broth
The devil couldn't move my idle hands
Floating between him and the sea deepest blue
due to be given
shamed by truth
Devil in car note
drives the needs must
detailed
Get thee beside me
Don't advocate
devil owned
lucky you raised me
What time was he the devil of
better
you know
Suddenly Mister Winter
Has let go of his grip.
He could not stand it here
So he abandoned the ship.
Shamed faced he snuck away
Never to be seen again.
He realized this year
He had no one as his friend.
We had a miserable winter this year. I wrote this when the winter was through.
I have crawled
I have run
I have laughed
I have cried
I have given
I have taken
I have loved
I have hated
I have lost
I have gained
I have blamed
I have shamed
I have listened
I have heard
I have trusted
I have lied
I have suffered
I have aged
I have noticed
I have changed.