"embarassed" poems
Whisky, whisky.
My worst
Best friend.
You have embarassed us
Again.
Whisky, whisky.
One kiss leads to
Another.
Angry lover.
A terrible mother.
Warm. Sweet.
All a woman should be.
Smiling
With perfect
White fangs.
Whisky,
Whisky.
If we keep biting
And clawing at her
Heart, it's your
Fault
If I end up as single
As your malt.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:23 AM UTC
They put us in glass boxes
And empty rooms with glass ceilings
We conform to make our ends, and we learn to muffle our feelings
Their inventions age into Standards, and they sell us their finest wine for a fee
No prison for this Queen
'Cause I like my ******* free...
They applaud our independance at first
Then tell us we are now too proud
Our voices once unheard are now suddenly too loud
Make sure you please the people
No heels too high, and no skirt above the knee
I wear no bra to imprison my womanhood
'Cause I like my ******* free...
Jiggle jiggle with hard ******* let them bounce naturally
I am every bit of my roots- I'm ***** happily
I'm not ashamed of their smallness
Despite their size, they stand as firm and tall as mountain peaks
They're embarassed or jealous of my freedom
'Cause I like my ******* free...
Big or small, short or tall, even if one is size 'A' and the other 'B'
They are our imperfect perfections
They belong to you, they belong to me
Our country has learned to dictate through mandate
While they ********** themselves to higher power
I'm not ashamed of my nakedness and I look in the mirror after my shower
So if you think I need a bra
Then I will tell you you need to be imprisoned
My mind is mine, as is my body and they will never take my vision
They try to smother what they don't understand
I'm just evolving into the best Me
I know who and what I am...
...And I just happen to like my ******* to be free.
May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 1:28 PM UTC
Almost heaven, West Virginia
Printed on mudflaps
That reek of Appalachia
It is almost heaven
Not to have you
Holding me back anymore
It's almost heaven
To forget your face
Your stupid workouts
The 300 ways you found
To never say anything
That pinched drawn unhappy look on your freckled face
I feel grateful
And I'm thankful
To be a human again
I hated the way your
Silences sauntered into a room
Ten minutes before you did
I hated the way stale I love yous
Hung around your head
Buzzing like flies on the dead
I hated the way dreams were something to be laughed at
And subsequently given up on
It's almost heaven to have mine back again
I love the way you dumped me
Through text
Like a little kid
Like Sorry this is what my mom wants
Like Sorry not sorry
I'm not sorry you left me
It is almost heaven where I'm at now
I peed outside twice
In West Virginia
And you weren't there to be embarassed
By an Appalachian woman
Who wants to have almost heaven
Every day for breakfast
And truly-loving-life-in-love-with-a-musician
This is what heaven is
Every day for lunch
And maybe just beer and a song for dinner
I'M SO HAPPY
It's almost heaven not to have you
It's heaven to feel alive again
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
"Good girl!"
he said, as she took her first steps.
he gave her a hug, and she was proud.
"Good girl!"
he said, when she answered the question right.
he gave her a gold star, and she was proud.
"Good girl,"
he said, after her fifth shot.
he kissed her slow, with his hand on her thigh, and she was embarassed.
"Good girl,"
he said, with a fistful of her hair.
he pushed her head down, and she was numb; she stopped being proud a long time ago.
"Good girl,"
she told herself, when she finally got
it right.
she gave herself a pat on the back for realizing she alone held the key to her own self worth.
and she was proud.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
a couple born blind at birth, decided that they would marry
and a child they wanted to carry.
when an acquaintance of a friend
began to question such an affair.
he had to question them, he did not care.
how can you marry one another?
when you can't even see each other?
how do you know if your partner
is a beauty or a beast?
and any children that you have
may come out the same as you.
living in darkness, is that what you
want for them too?
the blind couple holding hands, and smiles
on their faces, walked over to him.
the woman asked if she could touch him?
and he agreed.
she touched the features of his face
his hair, his shoulders, and leaned
over and inhaled deeply.
she stepped back, and in a soft gentle voice said:
you are a man 5'11' in height
but you have no clue- no insight.
by your features of your face
your looks are quite fine
your face narrows down to your chin
telling me you are slim.
the mark on the bridge of your nose
tells me that you wear glasses too.
the smell from your body, tells me that
you are a nervous person, and always on the move.
and the way you dress, makes you think
you're in the groove.
'shocked and dismayed, he did'nt know what to say'
she then said in that same tone.
because we are blind from our birth
does not mean we can not see.
we live in darkness, but love lights up our hearts.
and the other senses, we had from the start.
we do everything the same as you
and some things, we may do better too.
we dress ourselves, bathe, cook, clean the house too
and we know just what to do.
as for a child coming into our lives
and if the child will live in darkness
the same as us.
in GOD we put our trust.
embarassed and apologetic, he learned
a lesson that day.
LOVE AND FAITH, have no boundaries
and there is nothing that can not be overcome.
if you trust in the FATHERS SON
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
I was out of my mind.
I realise that now.
Now when I try and remember,
What I said?
How I moved?
How I sounded?
What I looked like?
Where I put that rolled up fiver and dusty dvd case?
I'm embarassed.
I'm cringing at the possibility that I could have slurred about my insecurities.
The notion that I could have danced on top of him like a total novice.
Sounded like a hungry, desperate, stranger.
And looked like a chattering mess.
I found my fiver.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC
I'm sick of the disappointment that sets in when I realize you're over it.
Over me.
I don't care how long ago it was. Can you really look at me and not feel anything?
Guilt? Regret? Even the tiniest bit of want?
Because when I see you
I miss it.
The late night texts. The hour-long phone calls. The daily 'I love you's'
Can you really tell me that you've forgotten those feelings? Or don't at least think about it when you see me, passing by?
I don't know whether to find that hurtful or impressive. Because when I see your smile,
I think of years ago; hair curly, ear pierced. When we went to that cafe and you wore your red shirt because you knew it was my favorite.
How you gave me your hat and I took it off, embarassed and blushing.
I've realized that day is over. A mere wave in the endless ocean of time.
I need to learn how to swim so that one wave does not consume me.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
I grew up knowing we are a broken race,
A race that changes smiles to frowns on everyone's face,
A race of pity, a race of self destruction,
A race of slaves, a race of savages.
I grew up knowing that we are the poison to the sea,
Acid to the earth
And pollution to the air.
I grew up embarassed of my colour,
Embarassed of my Nation,
Embarassed of my Continent...
I guess I didn't know better
That one day I will discover of our Greatness.
I discovered that our forefathers walked all four corners of the Earth.
Let me rephrase that...
Our forefathers were acknowledged in all corners of the Earth.
I discovered we were once tutors of the world,
We were once Astronomers of the stars,
Travellers of Mother Earth,
Doctors to the sick
And Founders of great kingdoms like Cambodia, parts of Egypt, America etc...
We were founders of some of the world's oldest civilisations,
The olmec vivilization.
African child, how far have you fallen?
I get so much joy and pride when I look back,
Back beyond the slave's era,
Further before the missionaries,
The beauty I see.
I am overwhelmed by the greatness of our Africanism.
Where did it all go wrong?
We have such great history
But it all sounds like a myth or a mystery
Especially when I say that we once walked tall and high in the foreign lands of America,
Not as slaves but as residents and rulers.
Our history shouts of our greatness,
It tells us that the first man to be saluted as Emperor of China
Was the son of the soil, the son of Africa.
Our history tells a story of our existence in India,
Our great kingdoms in Cambodia and Scotland.
Our history even goes back further to the ancient times of the Bible.
It speaks of ****** a great man in the eyes of the Lord,
The father of Cush, the founder of Cushite, a black nation.
It saddens me to see us disrespect our elders like this
For they hold our rich history.
They hold the bridges we have forgotten,
They hold the secrets of our Nation.
They were there when mama Africa gave birth to us
And we will weep when mama Africa swallows them up.
We will not cry for they have gone
But we will cry for the knowledge we have buried.
If you don't believe me ask the sage Ntate Credo Mutwa.
Wake up Africa. Wake up and Rise...
Rise African Child!
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
ROBERTA FLACK LYRICS
Play Music
"Killing Me Softly With His Song"
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
[Break]
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me
He was strumming my pain
Yeah, he was singing my life
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
The happiest day of my life,
Began with a whisper,
My best friends and I,
Addmitting our innermost insecurity,
A body,
Or the thought of failing,
Or an imperfection with the eye.
She talked about it,
How embarassed she was,
That plain on her eye,
It was there,
"A horrible blotch."
"A sty"
We continued talking,
Moving on to senselss topics,
Ice cream,
Doctor who,
Our favourite jokes.
But I stole a glance at my two friends
He was whispering in her ear,
Just loud enough for her to hear.
"You are so beautiful"
He rejoined the conversation.
Just as a solitary tear ran down her round face. She was smiling.
I continued talking about Doctor Who.
Like nothing had ever happened.
Because some moments are meant to be stolen.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
He wanted it and he wouldn't leave without it
I wouldn't give it and tried to push him away
He felt so good in my bed, against me, teasing me
I was given an opportunity and I really wanted it
My morals are as high as the wall around my soul
I have always reacted childish and now in University I chose differently
I'm proud of myself for leaving, for telling him no
Childish teenage boys who always want one thing will always be mad when they don't get it
And now because I stood up for myself I'm punished
Forced to see him everyday, now he chooses to hang out with my friends
Crossing paths is unavoidable
Shame and embarassment marr my face and wreck my heart
But why am I embarassed? Why am I shamed?
I can't answer that question
Would it have been worse if I just gave in?
Yes, I would feel better but my self respect and the respect that others give to me would be diminshed
I'd feel like a ***** a lousy one night stand
Not the way to give up my first
Instead, I sit here trying to convince myself I was strong
But all I feel is weak
I want people to like me and to think I'm a fun person
Is giving it up to every boy who wants it really necessary to do so?
I just want to be there for everyone, be their friends, be a nice person
So, that's what I will do with everyone including him
Everyone has their issues, as I'm most definitely sure he does
I won't let anything happen ever again between us
But I'll be there because I won't hold it against him
And I most certainly won't hold it against me
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 4:17 AM UTC
There was a Young Lady of Lucca,
Whose lovers completely forsook her;
She ran up a tree,
And said, 'Fiddle-de-dee!'
Which embarassed the people of Lucca.
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Radio static
Crackle.....crackle....ladies and gentlemen
Please fasten your seatbelts at this time
The no smoking light is now on
We are beginning our descent
Into madness
I'm using my seatbelt as a dinosaur
To get in one more stick
Before we crash in a gasoline flavored fireball
No music
Nothing special
No one minding
It just is
A mommy holds her sleeping daughter
A buisness man
In a pretty little tie
Loses his mind behind me
Someone tells him
Be cool man your scaring the kids
Everyone is faced with the same question
I drink cold coffee from a Styrofoam cup
Watching the deer play on the clouds outside my
(Little window)
All those times I was embarassed around people and I prayed
"God, please get me out of here"
And I got up and walked out
I wish I could go back and save all those times
To use right now
But when I try to get up
And walk out on my own power
The door opens up ten thousand feet above sea level
And closing
*This is the captain ladies and gentlemen
We have suffered a slight engine malfunction
And we are going to try to make an emergency landing
If you have any prayers
Now is the time to use them*
All I can do is think about you
As I sit against the bathroom door
I know that if you were here right now
You would probably be wearing headphones
Listening to your "getting ready to die playlist"
Maybe you would put your head on my lap
And try to get some sleep before we get there
I can almost hear you say
"Where we're goin' we won't get much sleep"
So I close my eyes
And lay my head back
Lighting a cigarette beneath the no smoking sign
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 2:39 AM UTC
Somebody out there
Won't think twice to date you
Won't have to choose who he wants to be
because he know it's you
Won't make you cry and if he ever will
I'm sure it's tears of joy.
Somebody out there
Won't complain if you want romantic movies
Won't tell you **** instead you're beautiful
Won't be embarassed, he will be silly with you.
Won’t be ashamed of your flaws and mistakes,
He will hold you and love you anyways.
Somebody out there
Won't make you feel like an object
He will treat you with respect.
He won’t get mad when you wake him up at 3am
Because you are on the verge of breaking down.
Instead he'll feel special because you trusted him
And let him see you in your most vulnerable state.
**Somebody out there
Won’t have to ask you if you are upset,
He knows by the look you have on your face.
Won't judge you, but understand you.
Won’t let you go, he will hold you so tight
Thank God every night
That he put you into his life.
Somebody out there
Won't make you feel worthless
cause he know you're a Princess
Won't break your heart
and will hold your hand
As if holding the whole world around.**
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
I wonder if these words will reach you
Penning them down furiously
Wondering, thinking
What's your reaction?
Are you happy, exalted that I deem you
This important
Or does it even matter anymore
Brush me off, treat it with disdain
Shrug it off your shoulders
Like the burden of these words
Don't lie with you anymore
Hey,
What're you thinking?
Will these words even get to you
I don't know whether I should
Show it to you
I feel embarassed at the thought
Of this ever reaching you
And you knowing that it was about you
Would **** you
I know where you're at
Just not with me
I feel pathetic
Yes, this isn't going to reach you
I am not going to put it in a place
Where you'll know this is me
And the 'you' here is YOU
My heart fragments a bit
I feel more downcast now
I've stopped writing so furiously
Lean back a bit
Examine these words
The black, the blue
What's the point
If I don't show this to you
How will I know
Your reaction?
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 12:01 PM UTC
I wonder
is he embarassed at all to show off a new wife
when they knew the old one too?
Does he think about it?
Does he wish that he could remove the old one from history
so that he could introduce the new to the people they once knew?
Oh I forget. He did that. He took the new back in time
across the continental divide and showed her to the people
who knew the old. He did erase her in their minds.
Only the old is embarrassed to be replaced.
Only the old thinks of these things.
She is not busy being new
and so remembers.
But old and new are such common occurrences
that no one thinks anything of it now.
It is how it is.
That’s all.
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
You watch a lot of people on TV
Then judge them on their acting
Some really deserve praising
While some I question how they even became actors
They're so stiff
Their expressions so still
Their voices so monotone
I really question their job
I sometimes think I could do better
But who would agree to that
When I feel embarassed trying to be someone else
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 9:10 AM UTC
they asked me
what did YOU do today to make the world a better place?
i looked down at my feet
embarassed
"i woke up"
i said
"i got out of bed"
they looked at me, puzzled
"i didn't let depression win"
a small smile crept across my face
no, my dear, the world the world
*what did you do to make the world a better place*
i took a deep breath
"i told the girl in the bathroom mirror she was beautiful"
"i told the boys to stop bullying the girl in the hallways though i wonder if they heard me"
"i told the empty hallways i'd be okay"
i told depression i'd bury it
i woke up
i got up
i stood up
and i hit "play"
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
I recognize
the song you're listening to.
I can hear it
humming out of your headphones
when you're sitting
on the chair next to me.
It's the same song
you've sung to me
on our second date,
in that restaurant
near the river.
It's the exact same song.
Or was that "Jeremy"?
Does it mean anything to you?
You don't seem to remember
(and neither do I, apparently),
it's become just some random song to you.
Maybe it always has been.
It's the same song
you used to sing whenever
you were in the mood to sing it.
You've sung it,
sitting on the sidewalk,
shouting it out to the world
with your headphones still on.
You didn't care about what
people would think.
You simply sat there
and sung,
texting me about it right away
-- my curb romantic.
If it hadn't been you,
I might have been embarassed,
but I never was.
It always made me smile,
even though the people
stopped and stared at us.
I loved your little craziness.
Sometimes I miss it so much it hurts.
It hurts, so that I can't breathe.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
(But I don't want you back.)
Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 9:14 AM UTC
Hanging out my washing
On my front porch
My new neighbours go to their car
Little man in tow
He sees me, I see him and smile
Hey mum. look theres an old lady
I chuckle and hear an embarassed Sorry !
I say, No worries, thats cute !
They say what they see
The wisest words said can come
From the smallest mouths
I love you little man
And all like you
I will lay my life on the line if I had to
Yet I don't even know you're name
You hold my future in your little hands
You are our future so I'd better make sure
I do the best that I can
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
whenever a boy smiles at me or looks at me for a few seconds longer than normal
or catches my eye and looks away all embarassed
or comes up to me to ask me a stupid question
or simply just stares without being embarassed
or sends me a message being like
hey how are you these days? i miss you!
i cringe because
romance is sickening and it’s just like
please
go
away
there
is
nothing
to
stare
at
so
move
along
now
stupid
boys with their butterfly filled heads trying to get close enough
for the butterflies to fly into my mouth and multiply in my belly
well nice try but
it’s not gunna happen
sucka
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 6:24 PM UTC
Red- In Love
Orange- Happy
Yellow- Tired
Green- In Envy
Blue- Annoyed
Purple- Embarassed
Black- Depressed
White- Alone
Gray- Sad
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 7:38 PM UTC
He won't tell anyone that his love is colored. You see he's embarassed,she's not fair skinned or long haired like the others.
He hides her in a closet, just to please his mother.
He won't show her off like he's done the others.
She doesn't have to ask him why, because deep inside she knows it's because his love is colored.
She wishes she could change, all she wants is to be loved the same.
but she knows she's not good enough, feels shes not good enough.
He doesn't have to reply, for it would come out a lie, because deep inside she knows it's because his love is colored.
Her skin is dark but the inside is so bright; she's filled with love,wants,wishes,maybes, and mights.
He keeps her around just for fun, but he's breaking her heart...she's almost done.
She's so depressed nothing can help, all she wants is for him to love her, so she can finally learn to love herself.
No one sees her as a trophie,so he puts her on the highest shelf.
His love is colored, so he can't show or tell anyone else.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
I wanted to dance across your synapse
But inside that beautiful head is fire
And i spend too much time getting burnt
I left my home a crippled boy
And now reflections, soft and out of focus
Show me the man i never wanted to be
I still see the flower
The one i plucked on our last walk together
I see flashes of images
As the stem got to touch you in places i can only dream of
As you pulled back your hair
Revealing your neck
I was embarassed
That you just might be able to see my thoughts
I wanted to kiss you there
To belong to you
To have just a piece that wasnt petals
That could be mine to hold
To cherish
To love
I wanted all of you
Your fire
Your heart
Your teeth, even that one that was a little out of place
My favorite one if im honest
I wanted to hold you
To grasp you in my arms
As we surf on the waves of life
But soon i would realize
I was the only one holding on to us
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 5:37 AM UTC
The massive plastic rafts get passed on and
loads of new patrons climb aboard,
looking to face a hundred million gallons of white water,
and perhaps find something out there.
Our love has come and gone,
the trip down the Pigeon River behind us,
and we multitudes sorely pack the busses again.
We flop into out shared experience--
a brown leather seat with absolutely no buckles
in case of the end.
We are headed home.
The highway is constant and clear,
and the bus bucks and ebbs and soon
we are convinced it is the mother of us all.
The boy next to me begins to bob his head like a boat at sea
and soon, he capsizes onto my right shoulder.
I don't move, cherishing my place in his
momentary grace;
the calm part of his tumultuous river,
the cigarette to his stooping weathered old man.
Not after a long time,
he shakes awake,
lifts his head and is clearly embarassed.
He doesn't grin or apologize,
just makes small talk, moves slowly forward
down this relational river.
The kids on this bus see a tunnel coming towards us,
and it is subsequently announced.
"Tunnel ahead--everyone hold your breath!"
Everyone gasps as we enter the ground.
It is dark, and I am grateful for this moment,
and I breathe deeply for the first time
a breath not shared.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC