Am I To Blame
A simple hug or a kiss, that would
have been enough;
to make me feel deserving,
of any type of love.
I've never received her affection, for
her heart she kept to herself;
and the emptiness and pain it caused, to
this day can still be felt.
During my childhood years, and even
now as an adult;
I blame myself for her lack of
love, as if it were my fault.
Yet I still remember my anger,
directed completely her way;
for in my Mother's eyes, I was
a mistake that she had made.
Yet throughout the years of my
childhood, and even to this very day;
I feel as if it were all my fault,
that I brought my Mother such shame.
poem by Ruth warren
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December
Wow looking back on December 15,2004,
Still haunts me,
The coldness, the rape, that hate I feel inside,
I try my hardest to cope with it,
I hope he goes to jail with no bail,
I hope he dies for what he did,
When the time of December 15, it hurts me to smile,
You have caused me pain,
Caused me to cut myself,
I wanted to die,
I wanted to cry,
I wanted to scream for help but no one heard me,
I feel dirty,
You made me feel a shame of myself,
You made me blame things on myself,
Every is my fault,
Its all my fault that you raped me and hurt me,
The pain I feel,
The tears of sorrow,
The things you have done to me,
It hurts to cry,
It hurts to say that this December 15th will make 2 years ago,
But it hurts me that I am a rape victim.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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No, it is Not your Fault.
Poem Title: No, It is not your Fault. Acrostic Poem 153
No, it is not your fault!
Oh how many times must I say this, it is not your fault.
It is not your fault, from now on I want you to believe it, it is not your fault.
Try always and forever from this time on to master the fact that it is not your fault.
It is not your fault, Nobody is to blame, no thing, no way, no how, it is not your fault.
Since childhood have you not continually taken the blame upon yourself, It was not your fault.
Never wishing to cast doubt upon what a wonderful person you are, It is not your fault.
Out side of the love of friends and family are you seen as just a number, No, it's not your fault.
They may never get close enough to see the light you radiate, No, it is not your fault
Yesterday, troubles, debt, sorrow, disappointment, failure dogged your step, It was not your fault.
Over years, with hindsight your advantage, do you now see the illuminated sign on every corner?
Understanding dawns at last, Understanding all and everything gone before, was not your fault.
Redemption now at hand, you are at the gateway all your skills intact, you are loved with all faults.
Faults have given you a tool bag filled with wisdom, mistakes having been made rectified always.
All ways, All roads, All pathways trod, All modes explored, All embarrassments suffered, never at fault
Unless you count on all you meet as being with all faults, help them then aboard faults and all.
Light their hearts with your love and forgiveness despite the faults, will erase the faults you own.
That fault you thought you had was just my way of Guiding Angels through the maze Alone.
Written in the Now gifted to The 1000th Man with grateful thanks 8th September 2009
poem by Philip Winchester
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Why Can't I Feel Anger
They say don't show anger
When they pour out all their lies
To the Judge speak slow and clearly
And look into his eyes
Don't say bad things about the mother
Even if it is all true
Concentrate on your Daughter
And protecting all her youth
These words seem true and simple
For the ones who follow rules
But I've drawn swords with the devil
Who'll use a child as her tool
Why can't I feel anger
While my child drowns in the rain
When all the court will offer
Is a childhood of pain
Why can't I feel anger
When I'm drying all her tears
Why can't I feel anger
When our futures full of fear
Only A Sad Mistake
Only a blunder-a sad mistake;
All my own fault and mine alone.
The saddest error a heart can make;
I was so young, or I would have known.
Only his rare, sweet, tender smile;
Only a lingering touch of his hand.
I think I was dreaming all the while,
The reason I did not understand.
Yet, somewhere, I've read men woo this way;
That eyes speak, sometimes, before the tongue.
And I was sure he would speak some day;
Pardon the folly-I was so young.
Was I, say-for now I am old!
So old, it seems like a hundred years
Since I felt my heart growing hard and cold
With a pain too bitter and deep for tears.
I saw him lean over the stranger's chair,
With a warm, new light in his beautiful eyes;
And I woke from my dreaming, then and there,
And went out of my self-made Paradise.
He never loved me-I know, I see!
Such sad, sad blunders as young hearts make.
She did not win him away from me,
For he was not mine. It was my mistake.
A woman should wait for a man to speak
Before she dreams of his love, I own;
But I was a girl-girls' hearts are weak;
And the pain, like the fault, is mine alone.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I Was the Promise Breaker
my parents expect me to understand
they expect me to think its just about them
expect me to know its not my fault..
but honestly its all a lie they thought
they think it makes me feel better to know
that sometimes love doesnt grow
and now they have grown so far apart
the love is not there that was at the start
so dont start telling me im not the cause
i know im the reason and its all because
without me you guys wouldnt fight
without me you guys wouldnt argue
without me you guys would be happy
but i changed all that
so yea it is my fault..
stop lying to me
stop lying to yourself
it was always my fault
because i was a mistake
you never really wanted me in the first place
i changed your plans at an annual pace
you got old and had more reasons to scorn
i was what caused the pages to turn
the page that caused the rise and fall
of your once true love thats not there at all
you made a promise the day you were married
but i guess that all changed when it was me you carried
im sorry i ended up being your promise breaker
dont act like im not the reason, dont be a faker
i guess marriage isnt till the end after all
but you taught me a lesson, dont learn to fall
dont fall in love when your pages arent ready
when they dont want to turn to a new page and be steady
dont make a mistake like having a baby
then let your marriage fail, dont let stress be too heavy
happy endings dont come when you make mistakes
dont ruin your life when you have too much at stake
I guess its my fault you guys grew apart
a marriage wont last if love isnt felt from the heart
I'm sorry you brought me into your life
without me my mom would still be my dad's wife
but i was your mistake
and ive always been the issue
your marriage has failed
and i need a tissue
poem by Audrey Marie Kay
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Tribute To A Son
God blessed me with a little boy to love,
His being is the happiness of my life;
The loving memories of his childhood ways,
Are ever vibrant in my heart each day.
How blessed I felt to watch him grow,
From tender childhood to young adult,
And as he grew in stature and in years,
I marveled at the beauty of his growth,
Warm and compassionate, giving of himself,
As a family man and what's more to behold
In his work, bringing therapy to young and old,
Sharing with others his love and zest for life;
While I, his mother, pray for his future bright,
Still for my little boy- the JOY OF MY LIFE!
poem by Anne DiBartolo
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She Wrote About Our Mother.
She wrote about our mother and it took me far away
And many, many years in time back home to Claraghatlea
And as I read her letter I fought to choke the tears
For Millstreet, Cork and Ireland and happy childhood years.
She wrote about our mother long under Tanyard soil
And memories flooded back to me of one with ready smile
Of woman who worked hard for us for no reward or pay
The heroine of our childhood years of happy by gone day.
She wrote about our mother with sense of love and pride
And memories flooded back to me and tears welled up inside
For one who done her best for us her very best she tried
And I still feel she is with us her spirit never died.
A letter from my sister in east Rockaway in New York
Reminding me of childhood years in Millstreet County Cork
She wrote about our mother whose passing left a void
And memories flooded back to me and tears welled up inside.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Never could you hide from...
1. Never could you hide from
Years, passed in turn.
Childhood is left for
Adult's life by all.
R.: But the school desk
I'm dreaming,
And the school books
I'm reading,
I remember all the teachers
One by one.
And the freckled girl is crying
From my childhood, when I'm
Trying to recall in mind the old time.
2. If you know, the childs
Try to grow fast,
Being in hurry
Turn to man, at last.
R.
3. We feel being tighted
In the golden age,
But we long for childhood,
When it comes to end.
R.
song, translated by Lyudmila Purgina
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Unlovable
Are my lips unkissable?
Are my eyes unlookable?
Is my skin untouchable?
Am I unlovable?
Cynical, jaded, faithless, disappointed, disillusioned, used
If I could take back all my sweat, my tears, my sex, my joy I would
My time, my love, my effort, passion, dedication
In case of mistaken identity I gave these things to you
If I sound angry, bitter, sad, infatuated, it's the truth
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, just a few
Stages of acceptance that it's really over
It's just so complicated and I'm stupid for believing in you
You make me feel like my father never loved me
You make me feel like the act of love is empty
Am I so unlovable?
Is my skin untouchable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't like?
I had your back, I held you up, I told you you were good enough
It was not reciprocated, you kept affection and yourself apart
You fed your love to me like crumbs to pigeons in the park
Sometimes I think you're satisfied to see me begging like a dog
I wasn't armoured, you were king, I gave my everything
Because sometimes you showed me just a hint of you and then
For just a moment I romanticised the notion
I can take away the torment, I can love you like they never did
You make me feel like my father never loved me (you never loved me)
You make me feel like the act of love is empty (I felt so empty)
Am I so unlovable?
Is my skin untouchable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't like?
You make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me (you abandoned me)
You make me feel like the act of love is empty (I felt so empty)
Am I so unlovable?
Is my heart unbreakable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you despise?
Are my lips unkissable?
Are my eyes unlookable?
Is my sex undoable?
Am I unlovable?
Are my words unlistenable?
Are my hands untouchable?
Am I undesirable?
Am I unlovable?
You make me feel like my father never loved me
You make me feel like the act of love is empty
Am I so unlovable?
Is my skin untouchable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't like?
You make me feel like my father never loved me (you never loved me)
You make me feel like the act of love is empty (I felt so empty)
Am I so unlovable?
Is my skin untouchable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't like?
You make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me (you abandoned me)
You make me feel like the act of love is empty (I felt so empty)
Am I so unlovable?
Is my heart unbreakable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you despise?
You make me feel like my father never loved me (you never loved me)
You make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me (you abandoned me)
You make me feel like my father never loved me (you never loved me)
You make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me (you abandoned me)
song performed by by Darren Hayes
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Still believing lies
you told me i will never amount to nothing,
it's a lie i still believe,
i can't blame that i'm still a child,
even though at times i still feel like one,
everything that you did to me,
messed me up in more ways than i can say,
i know you didn't think twice,
about what you did to me,
you were only worried that you would get caught,
you knew it was wrong and you still did it,
now i'm left picking up the pieces,
and trying to fix my life the way i want it,
it's a struggle but i'm getting through it,
i'm still angery at what you did to me,
that would never go away,
like ppl say it will,
becuz i am reminded everytime i'm triggered,
it sad that a real man,
have to stand up and tell me,
that everything i'm going through,
was not my fault,
i continue to blame myself,
cuz it was what you told me,
i was sexy,
i make you feel a certain way,
i was a child,
how did i make you feel sexual towards me,
when i didn't even know what that was?
you made it my fault,
just so you won't feel bad,
about what you wanted to do,
i didn't deserve to be treated like a toy,
i didn't deserve to feel such fear,
for having and opinion,
that was different than yours,
but i did,
everything i felt,
i thought i deserved in some way,
the guilt, shame, and helplessness,
i carried it everyday,
and kinda didn't know why,
the more i open up,
the more i discover the person,
that i have been so afraid to get to know,
the more everything you said to me,
is starting to disappear.
poem by Mona Martinez
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May (As Well Kiss Me)
She walks over to me
And talks to my ear like Im worth it
And Im crazy
She follows me around
And I think I made a big mistake
And now I cant sleep
Because I am trapped inside my head
I dont want to be alone
And Im all about you
Because I miss you
I need your love
Im bleeding for you
I am a wreck
And now Im a drunk again
Escaping sobrietys demons
Because they bore me
I know its all of my fault
The princesss eyes meet my liars eyes
And I m content
Because I just need to be with you
Angels bowing down to you
And Im all about you
Because I miss you
I need your love
Im bleeding for you
I am a wreck
I need you here with me
Its empty without you here
I feel isolated, frustrated
And I will see you again
I cut myself again
I deserve all the pain
Help me and Im trying
Dreams and reality conflict
And Im in the middle
May I kiss you?
Because I remember how you feel
I feel warm when you are near
And Im all about you
Because I miss you
I need your love
Im bleeding for you
I am a wreck
I miss you
Yes I miss you
I need your love
Im screaming, bleeding for you
I am a wreck
song performed by by Inme
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Miss You, Love You
This has not been easy
this has been hard
I am scarred
and I do not know what to do with you.
go inside, kiss your mouth with my lips
grab your hips, cant remember why i fell in love with this.
but i miss you, i love you
its a shame you cant stay away from me this time cause oh no
you beg me you ask me to kiss you and hug you
you wont be getting my affection again cause oh no
i dont need you tonight
Who do you think you are?
No one cares about a name without a face,
so dont go shooting up the place
make no mistake the loves not real
cause the love that i got is deeper so much deeper than you could ever feel
but i miss you, i love you
its a shame you cant stay away from me this time cause oh no
you beg me you ask me to kiss you and hug you
you wont be getting my affection again cause oh no
i dont need you tonight
it was really nice to know you
but, theres nothing left to show you
i got bills to pay get out the way its time to move on
and even with your boyfriend, will never be the same again
Discuss me over cigarettes and say to him...
i miss you, i love you
its a shame you cant stay away from me this time cause oh no
you beg me you ask me
to kiss you and hug you
you wont be getting my affection again
cause oh no, i dont need you
and i miss you, i love you
its a shame you cant stay away from me this time cause oh no
you beg me, you ask me to
to kiss you and hug you
you wont be getting my affection again
cause oh no, I dont need you tonight
song performed by by Maroon 5
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Beginning of destruction
pride it’s all your fault
Pride it’s all your fault we in this mess
Pride it’s all your fault we are suffering
Pride it’s all your fault people are shedding blood
Pride it’s all your fault families are destroyed
Pride it’s all your fault people are so greedy and selfish
Pride it’s all your fault people have no love
Pride it’s all your fault are so jealous of each other
Pride it’s all your fault people are so lost
Pride it’s all your fault dying from this horrible diseases
Pride it’s all your fault we have so many orphans
Pride it’s all your fault people are betraying each other
Pride it’s all your fault are dying of hunger
Pride it’s all your fault fathers are sleeping with their children
Pride it’s all your fault people are so heartless
Pride it’s all your fault there is no peace, unity and harmony in this world
Pride it’s all your fault we have all this sorrow
Pride it’s all your fault God has rejected us
Pride it’s all your fault people are so evil
And they have decided to be in love with evil rather than good
You have ruined this world
You are to blame for all this misery
If lucifer did not have pride in his heart we wouldn’t be in this mess
Pride it all your fault! ! !
Vangile Mtyali
poem by Vangile Mtyali
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Make a Vow
Can you remember who you were
when you knew but this?
How it was to find yourself
deep in heavenly bliss?
And if you can't why the tears?
The weeping does no good.
All it does is prolong the quest,
prolong the years of yearning
to return to your childhood.
For as a child your mind
is so unfettered and free.
The possibility is stronger
that allows you to see
the time that you felt your heart
filled with love and desire
from a love so wondrous you know somehow
that it lives again in the now.
And so you make a vow.
To find it again through
word and song
knowing full well the probability
of how life moves along.
You recognize the connection.
It astounds and brings you back
and you remember who you were,
but now you feel the lack.
For nothing can ever compare
to the feel of his arms
that held you close and
embraced your charms.
You remember through reading
his words of praise
and all of the too many shortened days.
Can I remember who I was?
I answer most confidently
'I must. I must for I can't forget
what it is I wish to see.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Please Everyone Else
I try to please everyone else
and try to make them happy
Just so that I don’t have to feel
My pain inside
I hurt so much
And tell them all
But no matter what
I just cant help myself
So I hide my pain away
I drink my sorrow away
And cut my pain away
No matter what I do
It just won't go away
I hear everyone else’s pain
And help them
As much as I can
Just to block
My hurt away
Even now 7 years on
I still have to hide
The pain away
Care about everyone else
At 11 be an adult
This was my childhood
And the way I lived
Just because my parents
Made me like this
poem by Stephanie Dunne
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My suicide letter
Dear Mother and Father
As you read this I want you to know
None of this is your fault
As I love you both so
I want you to know why I did this
Even though the truth may hurt
For the past few years I've felt so down
Further than under the dirt
Your daughter of great success's
But no one could ever see
The tears behind the smile I showed
The person who was actually me
By myself, feeling all alone
Made me worse and down
Please don't blame yourself for the decision I made
Because you never saw your daughters frown
I love you and I'll miss you a lot
Same with everyone too
In your heart I'll always be
And in heaven waiting for you
As I sit here and write my last goodbye
Everyone rushes through my head
Things will be better off, I promise
Now that I am dead
______________________
Just to let you know this isn't for real. I just find it easier to write poems like this. So no need to be worried. :)
poem by Lisa French
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Little Seeds
The little seeds that were planted
within our childhood spring
make us what we are today
and sometimes make our words sing.
The little seeds that germinated
as years passed and we grew
while in our youth they budded
before our experiences made them flower.
The little seeds of our childhood spring
that blossomed in our adult summer
to radiate even more brightly
in our autumn years.
poem by David Harris
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My Mother(aday)
Blessed is your face
Blessed is your name
My beloved
Blessed is your smile
Which makes my soul want to fly
My beloved
All the nights
And all the times
That you cared for me
But I never realised it
And now it’s too late
I miss you
Now I’m alone filled with so much shame
For all the years I caused you pain
If only I could sleep in your arms again
Mother I’m lost without you
You were the sun that brightened my day
Now who’s going to wipe my tears away
If only I knew what I know today
Mother I’m lost without you
Mother... Mother... O my mother
How I long to see O mother
“Your mother, Your mother, Your mother”
Is the saying of our Prophet(s.a.w)
In my heart, in my dreams
You are always with me mother
You went and left me
O light of my eyes
O comfort of my nights
You went and left me
Who, other than you, will embrace me?
Who, other than you, will cover me?
Who, other than you, will guard over me?
Your pardon mother, I miss you
Nov,3rd,2009
poem by Lateef Jan Afridi Ab.latif jan
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When My Childhood Dies
You see it in the my eyes,
The walls are built up on me.
Delightness will replaced my guiltiness,
When my childhood dies.
Afraid to show surprising face because of my shame of be young and dumb.
It's best to hold your tongue,
When my childhood dies.
Uniqueness deemed unwisely on
One’s life must it fit in.
And wear a different skin,
When my childhood dies.
Behind adult disguise,
A too tight gown.
All naturalness shut down,
When my childhood dies.
You see it in the eyes,
At nine or eight.
Before, if that's their fate,
When my childhood dies soon.
poem by Evevona Plummer
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~Anger's Friend
Is there a human, young or old,
Who has never felt frustration’s hold?
Ah yes, my child, you’ve felt it too,
For so had I, as young as you.
For as we walk and learn and strive,
Anger is part of being alive.
And someone will tell you the way they told me
That anger is sin, but don’t you believe.
Have you seen a robin chasing a crow?
Were you not angry, for did you not know,
That the crow stole her egg right out of her nest?
You shared her anger and that was the best
That you could do for that poor mother bird.
The world’s full of injustice, I know you have heard.
Ah, now remember the day we had planned
A trip to the beach to play in the sand,
But you woke in the morning to the sound of the rain
Out on the roof-top and on each window pane.
How angry you were to think that it could
Rain on the beach as well as the woods.
Now, as you grow older, soon you will find
That you can feel anger of an other kind.
You’ll be angry at those who find fault with you
When you think that you’ve done the best you can do.
You’ll be angry at me when I’m angry at you,
Or when I make you do what you don’t want to do,
When I have to teach you and don’t know what to do
To help you to see it’s important to you.
So I’m angry at you and I’m angry at me,
For all I can do is stand there helplessly.
Or maybe I’ll yell, I might even scream,
For that moment my hope is as lost as it seems.
Then, you may acquiesce because that is your love
Till someday you’ll know what I’m speaking of.
And because you know that anger’s not sin
We’ll be able to make up again and again.
So never fear the feelings we have
Or deny that you feel what all of us have.
Make friends with anger and, like you and I,
You’ll be able to reason and understand why.
Say, “Anger, my friend, come rushing in.
Tell me your tale that we may begin
To discuss and subdue it into a sigh.”
For anger is fleeting when recognized.
poem by Adeline Foster
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