Lay It Down
For too long it tortured me
You see
The guilty
Is free
For too long I carried it around
And found
Was astounded
By the sound
Of breathing a sigh of relief
No grief
The thief
Made disbelief
The hallmark of my shame
And blame
The game
Always remained
But I laid down my guilt and walked away
That day
I prayed
Then stayed
Gone from the burden of the hurt
To assert
Now alert
This convert
Letting go of the guilt and pride
Held inside
Free ride
He died
To save me from the past
To everlast
Life recast
To outlast
To outlast the guilt and pride and shame and hurt which I laid down so He could take it away
poem by David Terry
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Indictment Against Entire Nations
Collective Guilt Is Groundless.
Guilt is individual as is salvation.
Collective guilt cannot enforced be
laid upon innocence preadolescent.
Vengeance reparations cause wars?
No indictment exists
nor means rationally
for law creating crime
as collective nations
shame blame guilt.
Penalty culpability
regret responsibility
admissions of evils
For the Indictment
of an entire nation.
Least free-born blood
of race righteousness.
Condemned in error.
Cry out from ground
in accusation against us.
Evil must be cleansed
to source malignant.
Before humanity can
collectively throw off. Weight
cavitation chains walk free.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I regret it
I regretted it through out the day
It was never my style or way
Still it was not short of blunder
Rain too expressed displeasure with thunder
R
Inwardly I felt something had gone wrong,
I felt so much isolated for long
Not at ease to breathe and sing a song
Weakness surfaced and made me weak from strong,
Something I did which my conscious did not allow
I should have acted wise but did not follow,
Carried away by temptation which shouldn’t have been?
Shown so much enthusiasm as if I was so keen
It is making me nervous
Reason may not be true but obvious,
I never fall in trap any time previously
As I was claimed to be taking everything seriously
No one has seen my guilt
It is mechanism in built
Any good and gentleman may feel its pulse
Temptation and greed will have to be repulsed
Heart may skip a beat but will not obey
Mind will not rule but try to have sway
Past may influence and resent will take you away
Only physical presence will matter and stay
It will constantly hurt me and bite
Darkness may be felt even with light
guilt may be felt even if I might be right
Defeat will have to accepted even without fight
Forever you may feel easily got laid
Not attentive even when good words are said
It will continue to hurt me even more
I try admit it to HIM just before,
You may have sound sleep and joy
No more guilt to fear but cheers and enjoy
Immediate redress may relieve the worry
Need not feel shame and not to say sorry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Wasted Moments
There are wasted moments
when I was afraid.
Afraid to set myself free.
Free from the stigma
that had been implanted in me.
It was for someone else’s guilt,
but I lived with it and suffered,
never letting myself be me.
I was constantly told
if you do this or that
you will bring shame upon the family,
but they were frightened of their own shame
and wanted to burden it on me.
I grew up afraid of being me
and setting myself free,
doing the things I should have done,
but never did.
Now I live with regret
for the wasted moments in my life.
15 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Guilt
Onerous guilt
From the residue of sin
Guilt's foundation is built.
It fills my mind
and tarries in my thoughts
and all my sin
all my ignorance whim
it wroughts.
The terrible things said,
the acts performed
the blood I shed
the souls I deformed
Guilt, formed the residue of sin, and built
A kingdom of pain in me...
Guilt, the barren of caprice
Where mine heart cease
To be the lord over me…
Guilt thou build sin
And sin build thee
Thou work together
Simultaneously!
Guilt I accept thee, but do not follow thee
From Guilt's monarchy, my soul is free
Never more I will I kneel to thee or sin!
Guilty! ! !
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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If I Had the Answer Would I Still Ask the Question?
What does it mean to be raped?
Forcible entry –
Force of saying no
Force of saying yes to no
A stranger on the bus
The man you say “I love you” too
The brother, the father
The friend
What does it mean to be raped?
No charge, no tale, no proof.
No semen.
Old bruises, faded. Fading.
Rape – to scream, oh to scream.
Inside.
If it is your brother, father, friend
“Man” you love
Only inside
To say – RAPE –
I was raped
The shame – the guilt
Oh the guilt
What does it mean to be raped?
Once – twice – for a year?
The sisters…all their life.
How long?
How long can it last?
The anger, the lies.
Shame.
What does it mean to be raped?
To be fucked when you say no.
To be torn inside.
Screaming NO – HE –
Whispers I love you.
Carving Initials
Skin is crying
Tears are blood
What does it mean to be raped?
No proof – no rape?
No words for years
To say…rape.
Guilt
Anger
Violated
HATRED
What does it mean to be raped?
poem by Katy Sanders
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Free of guilt
Better beg than steal.
Better lie than hurt.
Better deny than belie.
Better slip than fight.
You’ll be free of guilt
Though not full of pride
29.09.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Guilt Will Wilt The Sweetest Flower
[Song Lyric]
Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower,
Cause the very sun to glower,
Though the skies their tears may shower.
Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower.
Shame will tame the lion's power,
Make the boldest warrior cower,
Turn the taste of triumph sour.
Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower.
For each mister, miss, or madam,
Son or lover— this is so.
In the Bible Eve and Adam
Did discover long ago...
That guilt will wilt the sweetest flower,
Steal the pleasure from the hour,
Even in the greenest bower—
Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower.
poem by Harley White
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The Richness Of The Culture
Shame is strong where self-esteem is high.
Guilt is deep where conscience is sound.
Shames and guilt bridle one from doing wrong.
They define the richness of the culture.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I don't believe in guilt, I believe in living on impulse as long as you never intentionally hurt another person, and don't judge people in your life. I think you should live completely free.
quote by Angelina Jolie
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Something wrong
Inwardly I felt something has gone wrong,
I felt isolated and far from being among,
Not at ease to breathe and sing a song,
Weakness surface and taking away will power strong,
Something I did which my conscious did not allow,
I should have acted wise but did not follow,
Carried away by temptation which shouldn’t have been?
Not shown much interest that I was so keen,
It is making me nervous,
Reason may not be true but obvious,
Never fall in trap any time previous,
As I was claimed to be true and pious,
No one has seen my guilt,
It is mechanism in built,
Any good and gentleman will feel pulse,
But temptation and greed will have to repulse,
Heart may not obey,
Mind will not rule and sway,
Presence will take you away,
Only physical presence will stay,
It will constantly bite,
Darkness even with light,
Weakness even with might,
Defeat even without fight,
Forever you may feel easily laid,
Not attentive even when good words said,
It will continue to hurt you more,
You admit it to HIM just before,
You may have sound sleep and joy,
No more guilt but cheers and enjoy,
Immediate redressal relieve the worry,
Need not feel shame and not to say sorry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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All my life My voice hasn't been heard
I never felt the warmth of protection and love.
My voice has been stolen from a heart that was broken.
I've realised now that broken heart was mine.
My eyes have seen alright they have seen hurt.
And my heart has felt the pain.
If I spoke out I did'nt have a thing to gain.
All my life my screams have been locked away.
They have been kept deep down inside.
Now my screams are breaking free.
I've spoke of some abuse but not the lot.
I dont want it all to come free.
All my life I felt shame.
I honestly belived it was just a game.
A game without a name.
And all my life I will feel the shame and hurt.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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I'm Immortal
I am immortal
A demented
Guilt-free child
Voiced
I am immortal
And incompatible
So far
While turned
From a hand to another
Topsy-turvy
She fell in
A conversation
With a fellow
And spoke fondly
Of Einstein
Shakespeare
And other immortals
Liar
Demented child
Cursed to utter
Incompatibility
Voiced
The fellow
Hurt
She took
The way towards
The immortals
I am going
To the library
Voiced
A demented
Guilt-free child
There is a show
At the cinema
Laughing is good
For your health
Voiced
The fellow
Ah, you can
Go back to
Kindergarten
There is a lot of
Laughing
There too
Voiced
A demented
Guilt-free child
poem by Benjamin Paa Willie
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The Consultation
‘How are you feeling in general? ’ he asked.
‘Pretty good most of the time then I get these occasional black periods when nothing makes sense and I fear the worst’ I replied.
‘Hmm, any suicidal thoughts? ’ he asked thoughtfully as if embarrassed to ask the question.
I thought for a moment.
‘Well, not really. No, not really’ was all I could say.
He made some notes at this point.
‘And those times of feeling good’ he asked ‘what are they like? ’
‘Like the sun is shining and I feel on top of the world’.
‘But there’s no real reason for that? ’ he asked ‘you just feel good and that’s it? ’
‘Yeah’ I replied.
‘What about your libido? ’ he asked as if enquiring what brand of beer I liked.
‘Funnily that’s pretty good’ I said smiling.
He frowned.
‘Is there any guilt that you feel? ’ he probed.
‘Do you feel guilty when you feel good or see others around you far less well off than you are? ’
‘I guess I do. I feel bad that I can’t feel that good all the time and also sad for those worse than me’.
‘But not real guilt? ’
‘No. Not really’.
‘So you feel bad at times but not guilty? ’
‘Guess not’
‘Do you ever feel bad about not feeling guilty? ’
He knew I was lost at this point and changed tack.
‘When did you last masturbate? ’ he threw in.
‘Can’t remember’ I said startled.
He made some notes.
‘So, you feel guilty about masturbation? ’ he continued.
‘No, not at all’.
‘But you don’t remember when you last did it? ’ he said with a manner of distaste and disbelief.
‘Not really’.
At this point I did not know where all this was going.
‘Do you go to church? ’ he asked.
‘No’
‘Why not? ’
‘Can’t see the point’
‘So why are you here? ’
At this point the confessional ended.
I had been diagnosed as not having enough guilt or grief or angst to be normal and no further help or counselling could be offered.
But, at long last, I felt truly guilty.
So, perhaps, I will find redemption one day.
poem by David Keig
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We're All To Blame
Take everything left from me. (All to blame)
How can we still succeed, taking what we don't need?
Telling lies, alibis, selling all the hate that we breed.
Supersize our tragedy!(you can't define me or justify greed)
Bought in the land of the free!
(land! free!)
And we're all too blame,
We've gone too far,
From pride to shame,
We're trying so hard,
We're dying in vain,
We're hopelessly blissful and blind
To all we are,
We want it all with no sacrifice!
Realize we spend our lives living in a culture of fear.
Stand to salute; say thanks to the man of the year.
How did we all come to this?(you can't define me or justify greed)
It's greed that we just can't resist!
(Resist!)
And we're all too blame,
We've gone too far,
From pride to shame,
We're trying so hard,
We're dying in vain,
We're hopelessly blissful and blind
To all we are,
We want it all.
Everyone wants it all with no sacrifice!
Tell me now, what have we done? We don't know.
I can't allow what is being done to tear me down,
Believe me now, we don't know just what
With our backs against the wall.
And now we're all too blame,
We've gone too far,
From pride to shame,
We're hopelessly blissful and blind
When all we need
Is something true
To do believe,
Don't we all?
Everyone, everyone,
We will fall.
'Cause we're all to blame
We've gone too far,
From pride to shame,
We're trying so hard,
We're dying in vain,
We want it all,
Everyone, don't we all?
song performed by by Sum 41
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Abuse
Often in one's life
You hear about abuse
And those of you
Not touched by abuse
Are the lucky ones
I believe are true
But abuse comes
In many forms
And it affects
Your life in many ways
That carries only for you
A burden of shame
You cry alone at nights
Thinking can anyone
Understand my pain
You're to scared to share
Of the shame you think is yours
You're to scared to tell
Your family the ones you love the most
Of your burdens and your pain
So feeling as you do
You take it out in vain
On addictions that slowly
Burn your soul away
You feel defiled
You feel alone
You feel that life
As been to cruel
And often in desperation
You try to injure yourself in vain
But if you live
Past all of that
And swallow all your fears
And just let your family know
How unhappy is your soul
They will say with love and care
It was never really your fault
You must never feed the guilt of shame
It was never yours to bare
Now live your life with out the shame
And live with pride for who you are
A daughter, a mother, a sister an aunt
And even a friend
Because your a decent human being
poem by Kaila George
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You Chose To Climb The Hill And Not Turn Back
'Father, not My will, but Yours be done, ' You said
then climbed the hill to the cross Your blood to shed.
There You chose to bear my pain and wear my shame
even though You were innocent and not to blame.
A load much heavier than the cross You bore
piercing deeper than the crown of thorns You wore.
You were smitten of God and forsaken too
when my sin came between the Father and You.
There lash by lash the price for each sin You paid
as all my guilt and shame upon You was laid.
Then 'It is finished, ' in victory You cried
as You bowed Your head upon that cross and died.
Deep waves of love and mercy flowed from the cross
as Your blood was poured out all my sins to wash.
They're gone as far as the East is from the West
and I'm now forgiven and so very blessed.
Because You hung there on the cross in my stead.
Because Your blood was upon the altar shed.
Because of You, Lord Jesus I can go free.
Because You chose the road to Calvary.
Wandering Soul
I travel the Earth and the astral plains,
I’ve lived most my life in guilt and shame,
Shame for the life bestowed on to me,
Guilt for the demons I couldn’t set free.
I saw the horse prints in the sand,
I was stuck in travel of no man’s land,
The sand was hot and the sun was high,
I had to keep going but wanted to die.
The minutes turned to deathly hours,
Shallowly Cactus’ no sign of flowers,
Every grain of sand seemed my encumber,
No sign of rain no sounds of thunder.
I travel for days in search of a vision,
My soul it carries many incisions,
Incisions of darkness, incisions of light,
I’m a tortured soul that welcomes the night.
I try to reach many but only a few will hear,
The sound of my voice or my footsteps near,
I travel in the shadows of days and nights,
I try to step over and cross into the light.
I am dreary and my energy hardly glows,
I’m what you call a lost and wandering soul,
Drifting over the hills and across the plains,
No one see’s me or knows my name.
© 2011 Wind Songs Spiritual Poetry
poem by Annalee Hopkins
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Until The Day Is Done
Any days rife with anger are long-since gone;
Remaining behind is hurt and confusion, long-lingering, since its dawn!
Love, alone, should've been enough for reasoned thought to follow,
Believe, I do, the mantra: 'always tell the truth...', your words are hollow!
Long gone too, any want for vengeance:
God shall allow for you to serve your penance!
Your futile attempt to prove me guilty, proved you to be such,
Though perhaps deserving of punishment, penal-may be too much!
Self-guilt, served with a helping of inner-shame shall, I believe, suffice,
Though, a taste of your bitter medicine, I think, at times, to be nice!
You have implied in the past that, perhaps I love thee not sufficiently-
It appears though, that you were the one loving deficiently!
If anyone need prove anything, to anyone,
It is you, to me and all others! I await thee dear, until the day is done!
Maurice Harris,17 January 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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Father Forgive Them
Father, forgive (the Saviour said)
They know not what they do:
His heart was moved when thus he prayed
For me, my friends, and you.
He saw, that as the Jews abused
And crucified his flesh;
So he, by us, would be refused,
And crucified afresh.
Through love of sin, we long were prone
To act as Satan bid;
But now, with grief and shame we own,
We knew not what we did.
We knew not the desert of sin,
Nor whom we thus defied;
Nor where our guilty souls had been,
If Jesus had not died.
We knew not what a law we broke,
How holy, just and pure!
Nor what a God we durst provoke,
But thought ourselves secure.
But Jesus all our guilt foresaw,
And shed his precious blood
To satisfy the holy law,
And make our peace with God.
My sin, dear Saviour, made thee bleed,
Yet didst thou pray for me!
I knew not what I did, indeed,
When ignorant of thee.
poem by John Newton
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Words are not just words
i'm confused and lost in my thoughts,
but what you said,
really had affected me,
i felt like a prize ppl want,
once they get it,
there will be nothing else,
that they would want,
never knew words can hurt so much,
words were how my abuser,
knew how to get me to stay,
all of the lies he told,
it was so easy to believe,
becuz they hurt,
they still haunt me,
i admit that i still compare ppl,
from time to time,
it what i need to work on,
i hate that when somebody do,
one wrong thing,
i hold them accountable,
but yet why do i feel so bad,
when ppl have the right to pick their actions,
why do i think i'm the one to blame,
i did nothing wrong,
i feel guilt and shame,
what i have always felt all my life,
i continue to let ppl off easy,
when they hurt me,
i suck it up,
and pretend it don't hurt,
but at times,
i would rather cut myself,
just so i won't have to feel the pain,
and wonder what i did wrong to deserve it,
there are times i know i deserve better,
but the pain from the past,
attract me to ppl who don't know what they have,
until it gone.
poem by Mona Martinez
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