Ashamed Poems

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At The Big Game

At The Big Game short poem

Last week I went to see the big game. And everyone was there. The N’gina family from 2 doors down, The Cheng family from across the street, The guys I see going to the mosque sometimes, The ladies who always

Mask Unmasked

Mask Unmasked short poem

To become or not to become a renegade, or to die or not to die for a semi-god? These were some of the questions thrown at an incomplete script. What elevated you to a celebrity? Your hump or deep wrinkled

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Demise Or Compromise

Demise Or Compromise ballad

Just like the morning breeze; He comes and goes leaving me to maybe’s. It’s so easy to keep telling one to try; But I’m done asking in vain with your lies. Can’t wait no more as I am out of

Foolish Me

Foolish Me prose poem

You said I was weak so I was afraid to lift myself up. You said I was ugly so I despised my reflection. You said no one loved me so I hated myself. You said I was only a dreamer

Disabled

Disabled long poem

Disabled A person having a physical or mental condition that limits movements, senses, or activities A complex phenomenon, reflecting an interaction between features of a person’s body and features of the society in which he or she lives Developmental differences

Shoeless And Unresticted!

Shoeless And Unresticted! prose poem

Became a Stribu model barefooted. One of many but an ordinary person. Wore a shirt I bought from Walmart. A denim shorts from Jcp. My teenage daughter was humiliated. I felt great, forgot my illness, heartaches. Stood proud clothed in

Be Like You

Be Like You short poem

You don’t need makeup, or shirts that show your breasts. You don’t have to be scared or scarred. Please, please don’t starve. You don’t need to hide how intelligent you are; Or the fact that you want to be a

2 a.m.

2 a.m. short poem

Let’s get wasted at 2 am and say all of the things that have never been said – you know, while we’re sober, on guard and too ashamed to speak? I want to know what and how you think. We

My Only Answer

My Only Answer short poem

The goddess of poem is calling me I take a pencil and some papers I make up my hair with the flowers of words and I wear the necklace of rhymes my hands are shaiking and my heart is beating

Flow

Flow short poem

How can White define the Spread of days, Speed, a haze, The blank slate, Looks barren. The pause button seems too long- Can perseverance deter patience? Maybe, the force of resistance, Has been guillotined, To the blow of flow. Time,

Voices in my head

Voices in my head short poem

You know I hear a few voices in my head They call me by my name They want me dead I should feel ashamed they said But I didn’t listen to them I had you as a friend Hearing them

Live Baits

Live Baits short poem

An autopsy was being conducted with brutality to silence the rising dialogue, pulling out the lethal crunch of scripted history. You want the kiss of a parting grain. A secondhand face crops up in a newspaper. Are you ashamed of

Human Paradox

Human Paradox short poem

Life, at times, is full of irony, People talk roses but their deeds reap weeds.. Oh yeah! On one hand they pretend to be mascot of peace, On the other hand they don’t hesitate to suffocate anyone else’s speech. On

Battle Worth Fighting

Battle Worth Fighting prose poem

My last wish to die In the blue heart of pacific sea Tell me O MY Where is the key? In those frozen blue depths Sensing bitterly that oceans’ wreath I am still holding my last breath For all my

Elegy For My Past

Elegy For My Past elegy

Usually the moon is watching But no light greets me now Please remember me for my thoughts Not my animation. Father can you remember happiness? Am I a manifestation of anger? Guilt? Deceipt? Mother do you feel hurt? What is

Do You Have A Conscience?

Do You Have A Conscience? long poem

Do you have a conscience? Do you have some care? Do you keep some secrets, or one you cannot bare? Do you know the answer? Do you know the why? Do you think you need a simple, solid, alibi? Do

Different Yet The Same

Different Yet The Same short poem

I am one of many, Born different and yet the same My blood is red And my bones can break But to some I’m just a number A name Labeled by doctors In their eyes I’m not the same I

Losing Love

Losing Love short poem

If time was faithful to me You would never have neglected me Like others I too would have been dear to you I have already suffered enough of grief and by your disloyalty I am now a wreck I would

Pride Of Being Me

Pride Of Being Me long poem

Here I am standing far away from myself , to touch the aroma of my own essence, feeling the words that will never become mine, I am still a star but with no more shine. Go on and never look

Too Late

Too Late short poem

I never told you little girl how much I loved your dancing how I loved your little curls and your button nose I never told you little girl how much I loved your singing always too busy to tell you

Solitude

Solitude short poem

A descent into the abyss of hell, as the petal of a flower takes flight into the sky above, where the angels govern mortal men, keeping a watchful eye on their sheep. summer night solitude, and a prayer to the

Soul’s Anguish

Souls Anguish long poem

A labyrinth of red washed walls, my heart’s anguish to soar above the clouds. As I trace my scars I think of rose petals. Is my body still asking for restitution? Have I not yet paid the price? My pain

Dearest

Dearest long poem

March twelve of two thousand and eight, It was the start of your birth right. The day we began to laugh and cry, The time when our tears started to run dry. The moment for that we have waited, The

Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty short poem

Listen that delicate one at the stream With the touches of rays at the shimmering cheeks That rhythming heart with troughs and the peaks With the waters of eyes and the emotions, cream Quiet is the drop and the orangish

The Redundant

The Redundant short poem

In a temple without god, They performed a cryptcastration on a colossus, targeting a total annihilation, and liquidation of a beautiful saga. And then, layer by layer unspeakable pain was released. Nobody looked at my red eyes. Half dead, half

Bitter Green

Bitter Green short poem

Because of too many nightmares I’m visited by the dead those familiar persons with ordinary words with hobbies and bad habits so homy , we ride together on the horse or in the small car we fall asleep in the

Deface

Deface long poem

You speak ill of my name Onto you, shall bring much shame Your actions should make you feel ashamed The finger points to you in blame Take my name off your tongue Don’t waste the energy from your lungs Instead

Tone Of The Change From Life’s Stage

Tone Of The Change From Lifes Stage short poem

I lay across the bench in the garden of my Life stage the curtain had opened into the Autumn learning to step back from from the work world was a shock and culture change to my spirit. My heart was

Only A Storm

Only A Storm short poem

(Written for my little brother Eric, Feb. ’85, when I was 14). As he cuddled softly in my arms like a helpless young fawn, I could feel his heart race with fear and see his fists clench with every boom

He Grew Darker !

He Grew Darker ! short poem

The screams became louder, and he grew darker. Money which we call a sign of progress took its way through under table, The day rape victim was ashamed of herself, humanity went unstable. But let’s not focus about us because

Invisible

Invisible long poem

What does it mean to be invisible? Is it when others have no problem talking over you during school, have no problem looking right through you into something they personally find worth paying attention to? Is it when you feel

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End of Love

End of Love short poem

One Thousand Dreams, Thrills, Fogs of December You wake up in a lonely station when people passing.. One Thousands way to escape like every one did you met… in another world everyone is vagabond.. Mama was gone, you don’t know

Out of my layer

Out of my layer short poem

The feelings of despair Around our air, everywhere. Calling out for help, Comes a time for rain… The silver lining shines, And things begin to rhyme! Those clouds of despair, That worry in the air, Those greys in the hair.

Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams short poem

Frantic screams leap from her A symphony of worship and bitter memories mingling lingering in her mind Pink skin kissed by the summer sun turns purple under her dress as she sleeps, dreaming of her nightmare, her love Drunk on

Salutation

Salutation prose poem

Hail to you o majestic mountain Bedecked with the crown of snow-capped peaks You seem to dominate the landscape beneath Like a mighty monarch seated in the sky . Blessed with heavenly grace and charm Surrounded by an aura from

Patriarch Of My Heart

Patriarch Of My Heart short poem

Well you are the Patriarch of My Heart For many moons now you’ve had me Under your spell…I wonder if you somehow Overheard that old, old wish of mine standing By that big ‘ole magic wishing well who Knows for

Ifs’ Of Life

Ifs Of Life short poem

What if I fail? Even if I am on top! What if I stumble? Even if I try! What if I fumble? Even if I practise! What if I surrender? Even if I am learning! What if I terminate? Even

I Lose..

I Lose.. long poem

I have realized it it’s not easy to buy a love kit only sadness and sorrow will arise and it would only bring me cries my heart is like a child I thought that for her it was wild I

In Spite Of

In Spite Of short poem

In spite of the world, I must do good No other course fulfils The sense of purpose for a life Correction for our ills Let drinkers drink, drug pushers push Let sex become their god Let me, for my part

Controlling Love

Controlling Love short poem

Don’t try to control you when I want my own way. I am confused at the things that you say. It’s not control to want these things that everyone else gets so freely. To be cherished and loved by you