"guilting" poems - Hello Poetry

I am counting twelve pairs of ribs lining the perimeters of my torso Boney Me Asthenia fingers Wasted knees and knuckles Pricking the hard chords on my chest-guitar Misery eyes -- Dashing around in dustbin sockets My head like a raisin with skull-shaped framing ****** inward Looking at the dead animals guilting me Looking at the withering plants begging for water Evil food. Attracted to the mirror I know only this Only what I see -- And I see a sow. Lost in this possibly regrettable movement Towards Skeletons Boney Me Looking at the evil food I tell it that I hate it and that it will never be me I tell it I want to be like the flossy ones on magazines Thin to skinny to boney Boney me smoking an e-cig I defeat the evil foods tonight Surviving on primal back-up spirits Surviving for the hope of closeness Maybe I can waste away all this skin And finally see my own heart.

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Sep 22, 2012

Sep 22, 2012 at 11:32 PM UTC

dev

E-Cig

I am counting twelve pairs of ribs lining the perimeters of my torso Boney Me Asthenia fingers Wasted knees and knuckles Pricking the hard chords on my chest-guitar Misery eyes -- Dashing around in dustbin sockets My head like a raisin with skull-shaped framing ****** inward Looking at the dead animals guilting me Looking at the withering plants begging for water Evil food. Attracted to the mirror I know only this Only what I see -- And I see a sow. Lost in this possibly regrettable movement Towards Skeletons Boney Me Looking at the evil food I tell it that I hate it and that it will never be me I tell it I want to be like the flossy ones on magazines Thin to skinny to boney Boney me smoking an e-cig I defeat the evil foods tonight Surviving on primal back-up spirits Surviving for the hope of closeness Maybe I can waste away all this skin And finally see my own heart.

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You are doing well things are getting better Don't compare yourself to others or think you need to live up to their standards Be thankful for what you have Work for it making it wirth while Comeback for more when you fail Eventually things get easier If things don't feel right only a matter of time Good things come to those who wait It's never late it just happens at the right time For once I could stand tall instead of others guilting for what I don't have Ppl usually talk but now they can't tell me nothing From being seen as low now treated different I feel I belong after years of being kept out New time new environment everything falls into place

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May 7, 2013

May 7, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC

infamous-one

Strive through

You are doing well things are getting better Don't compare yourself to others or think you need to live up to their standards Be thankful for what you have Work for it making it wirth while Comeback for more when you fail Eventually things get easier If things don't feel right only a matter of time Good things come to those who wait It's never late it just happens at the right time For once I could stand tall instead of others guilting for what I don't have Ppl usually talk but now they can't tell me nothing From being seen as low now treated different I feel I belong after years of being kept out New time new environment everything falls into place

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Avoiding your eyes their guilting me my inadvertent sighs you, I pity Whatever we had for me, it’s gone I’m a coward we carry on

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Apr 11, 2013

Apr 11, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC

susan-oreilly

Avoidance

Avoiding your eyes their guilting me my inadvertent sighs you, I pity Whatever we had for me, it’s gone I’m a coward we carry on

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I let you in, You pushed me out. I built you up, You filled me with doubt. I gave you reasons to smile, You tore me down. I gave you words of encouragement, You were the reason behind my frown. I have kept every secret you told me, You betray me. I prevented you from feeling trapped, You prevented me from being free. You don't care, You continue to hurt me, You were never there. You pushed me away, Slowly at first, then all at once, More and more each day. Guilting me into staying by your side, Controlling me like a puppet, Making my emotions your free roller-coaster ride. What kind of sick friendship is this? Am I someone you really trust? Or is this a friendship that won't be missed?

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC

lyndsey-gottesman

Forget You Too

I let you in, You pushed me out. I built you up, You filled me with doubt. I gave you reasons to smile, You tore me down. I gave you words of encouragement, You were the reason behind my frown. I have kept every secret you told me, You betray me. I prevented you from feeling trapped, You prevented me from being free. You don't care, You continue to hurt me, You were never there. You pushed me away, Slowly at first, then all at once, More and more each day. Guilting me into staying by your side, Controlling me like a puppet, Making my emotions your free roller-coaster ride. What kind of sick friendship is this? Am I someone you really trust? Or is this a friendship that won't be missed?

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Stop! Stop! I say You've work to do Stop! Now! I say, It's nearly 2:00 *Just one more poem just one more rhyme It's Saturday I have time* You're not even dressed your hair is unbrushed stop digging, stop finding you'll find yourself rushed *But her words are so airy His thoughts are so keen I must keep on reading their souls are between* Just come back later at the end of your day you'll have earned it, my friend what do you say? *I'm loath to be leaving it's so hard you know to put down my laptop and let the poems go* They'll still be here later I'm sure you'll make time to read some free verse to check out some rhyme *You win, but I warn you if I do leave when I come back to it later no tricks up your sleeve, no interruptions no phone calls, no texts no "sorry, 'net's down" wait now, you're next I want to come back and savor all the gems that I find just do me this favor be ever so kind.* Okay, it's agreed we'll meet here again to take up where we left off say quarter past ten? *You drive a hard bargain you're such a drag but I'll stop now so you won't have to nag!*

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Apr 22, 2017

Apr 22, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC

WingedPoet

Guilting the "Lily" If That Were My Name

Stop! Stop! I say You've work to do Stop! Now! I say, It's nearly 2:00 *Just one more poem just one more rhyme It's Saturday I have time* You're not even dressed your hair is unbrushed stop digging, stop finding you'll find yourself rushed *But her words are so airy His thoughts are so keen I must keep on reading their souls are between* Just come back later at the end of your day you'll have earned it, my friend what do you say? *I'm loath to be leaving it's so hard you know to put down my laptop and let the poems go* They'll still be here later I'm sure you'll make time to read some free verse to check out some rhyme *You win, but I warn you if I do leave when I come back to it later no tricks up your sleeve, no interruptions no phone calls, no texts no "sorry, 'net's down" wait now, you're next I want to come back and savor all the gems that I find just do me this favor be ever so kind.* Okay, it's agreed we'll meet here again to take up where we left off say quarter past ten? *You drive a hard bargain you're such a drag but I'll stop now so you won't have to nag!*

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every word you said made me feel guilting for thinking i should have crashed the car harder i should have made it hurt.

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Oct 30, 2013

Oct 30, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC

dilectus

they think the car is totaled.

every word you said made me feel guilting for thinking i should have crashed the car harder i should have made it hurt.

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Your love came with a mirror — always turned toward you. Every ache I carried became your stage, each tear a script you rewrote until my grief wore your name. You call me selfish for bleeding in silence, cold for curling into myself when the world splits open inside my ribs. But you never learned the language of my wounds, only the echo of your own hunger. I taught my voice to disappear at the sound of your temper, hid my heart deep in the hollows of my chest so it would not become your target. I bowed to your shifting weather, set my boundaries aflame just to keep your thunder from splitting me open. You call this love — but real love fills, it doesn’t empty. It holds me close without erasing me, lets me stand beside you without fading to shadow. I am learning the sharpness of my own outline, the sacred violence of choosing myself. I am learning to hold my pulse in my own palms, to stitch my heart back together without apology. One day, you will call me heartless. You will say I turned cold, that I stopped trying. But I did not stop. I started — to breathe, to rise, to exist beyond the echo of your need. I gathered the shards of the woman I was, the one who bent and bled and begged to be seen. I learned to kiss my own scars, to trace each fracture as a map back home. From the ashes of your endless guilting demands, I built a quiet garden, where my laughter echoes without fear, where no one questions its tone or rewrites my words. My body is no longer a battlefield, but a soft terrain, now free to be touched with reverence, not claimed in conquest. I found the wild in my veins again — the witch who once danced beneath the stars, who sang secrets to the moon with salt on her lips, who carried entire storms inside her ribcage and called them her magic. I am not heartless. I am not cold. I am a woman remade in flame, wearing the smoke as a crown, singing to the morning as my own name takes root. I am the bloom after the burning, the breath after the breaking, the softness that survives the blade. Watch me — unfurl into everything you never dared to say I couldn’t be, radiant and ruthless in my becoming. Unapologetic. Untamed. Unstoppable.

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Jul 15, 2025

Jul 15, 2025 at 2:02 AM UTC

Smsmama

The Crushing Sound Of Silence

Your love came with a mirror — always turned toward you. Every ache I carried became your stage, each tear a script you rewrote until my grief wore your name. You call me selfish for bleeding in silence, cold for curling into myself when the world splits open inside my ribs. But you never learned the language of my wounds, only the echo of your own hunger. I taught my voice to disappear at the sound of your temper, hid my heart deep in the hollows of my chest so it would not become your target. I bowed to your shifting weather, set my boundaries aflame just to keep your thunder from splitting me open. You call this love — but real love fills, it doesn’t empty. It holds me close without erasing me, lets me stand beside you without fading to shadow. I am learning the sharpness of my own outline, the sacred violence of choosing myself. I am learning to hold my pulse in my own palms, to stitch my heart back together without apology. One day, you will call me heartless. You will say I turned cold, that I stopped trying. But I did not stop. I started — to breathe, to rise, to exist beyond the echo of your need. I gathered the shards of the woman I was, the one who bent and bled and begged to be seen. I learned to kiss my own scars, to trace each fracture as a map back home. From the ashes of your endless guilting demands, I built a quiet garden, where my laughter echoes without fear, where no one questions its tone or rewrites my words. My body is no longer a battlefield, but a soft terrain, now free to be touched with reverence, not claimed in conquest. I found the wild in my veins again — the witch who once danced beneath the stars, who sang secrets to the moon with salt on her lips, who carried entire storms inside her ribcage and called them her magic. I am not heartless. I am not cold. I am a woman remade in flame, wearing the smoke as a crown, singing to the morning as my own name takes root. I am the bloom after the burning, the breath after the breaking, the softness that survives the blade. Watch me — unfurl into everything you never dared to say I couldn’t be, radiant and ruthless in my becoming. Unapologetic. Untamed. Unstoppable.

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You were a story of loneliness and woe guilting me into loving you or something close to it Striking me down with your own tempestuous explosion Bruising me black and blue bending me at your will Tearing me apart You stitched me up loving and tender and worshiped my putrid words You carried me worn and weary from the weight of your passion Blinding light that burns the flesh warms my soul You have become my one and only truth

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Jun 22, 2018

Jun 22, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC

JonahLovedYou

Truth

You were a story of loneliness and woe guilting me into loving you or something close to it Striking me down with your own tempestuous explosion Bruising me black and blue bending me at your will Tearing me apart You stitched me up loving and tender and worshiped my putrid words You carried me worn and weary from the weight of your passion Blinding light that burns the flesh warms my soul You have become my one and only truth

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Soft Spot Together we make a toxic blend, Too potent to mend, Too powerful to end, Pretend, happiness, waiting for a god send, Hurt, hope, horror and abuse, Yet, I call her friend, Who dangles dollops of devilish emotion, A dizzying illusion of love, Opening eyes, I saw clear as day, Guilting me betrayer the day I sent myself away, Her venomous words strike my mind bitter, Bled, bruised, bounced in mental bouts, Careless whispers caress my cold clouded heart, Made numb, feeling dumb, For giving into her another night, Hindsight, I should’ve tried to fight, Not let her and indentured demons eat my light, Wasting another fortnight, Zero reason to stay a loyal peon, Each day endless, every month an eon, Her word, her law, A self proclaimed queen, Adored and feared in esteem, Using those close, She lives in a dream, Bowing to no law, woman or man, Her wrath boils water into steam, I blame myself, Not listenings to red flags sound their alarms, Created by abuse, lies and emotional self harm, Her tumbling prickly mind a maze, Screaming at her demons in empty hallways, Her partner in crime we poisoned each other, She’ll stay by your side forever and always, Crafted chimera we sought another, Our toxin together brought the most powerful to dismay, Eyes finally opened, I began to rue each day, Feeling more and more horrible, How could I stay? Through her I bared many scars, Yet my mind brings her up a lot, Though enemy, awful and evil, Who bore me problems and pain, She still remains, a soft spot, Bruised, and remembered with distain,

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Apr 1, 2019

Apr 1, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC

HeartofThunder

Soft Spot

Soft Spot Together we make a toxic blend, Too potent to mend, Too powerful to end, Pretend, happiness, waiting for a god send, Hurt, hope, horror and abuse, Yet, I call her friend, Who dangles dollops of devilish emotion, A dizzying illusion of love, Opening eyes, I saw clear as day, Guilting me betrayer the day I sent myself away, Her venomous words strike my mind bitter, Bled, bruised, bounced in mental bouts, Careless whispers caress my cold clouded heart, Made numb, feeling dumb, For giving into her another night, Hindsight, I should’ve tried to fight, Not let her and indentured demons eat my light, Wasting another fortnight, Zero reason to stay a loyal peon, Each day endless, every month an eon, Her word, her law, A self proclaimed queen, Adored and feared in esteem, Using those close, She lives in a dream, Bowing to no law, woman or man, Her wrath boils water into steam, I blame myself, Not listenings to red flags sound their alarms, Created by abuse, lies and emotional self harm, Her tumbling prickly mind a maze, Screaming at her demons in empty hallways, Her partner in crime we poisoned each other, She’ll stay by your side forever and always, Crafted chimera we sought another, Our toxin together brought the most powerful to dismay, Eyes finally opened, I began to rue each day, Feeling more and more horrible, How could I stay? Through her I bared many scars, Yet my mind brings her up a lot, Though enemy, awful and evil, Who bore me problems and pain, She still remains, a soft spot, Bruised, and remembered with distain,

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In your arms I find my home And a warmth I’ve never known No cruelty No harsh words No excuses from my mouth No worrying what others heard. No guilting me for doing nothing wrong Only support Only lifting me Only love Only hope Only trust Only never giving up. Only this moment Only, these moments, forever.

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Feb 27, 2019

Feb 27, 2019 at 6:26 AM UTC

SmileNowSunshine

You’re so different from anything I’ve ever known.

In your arms I find my home And a warmth I’ve never known No cruelty No harsh words No excuses from my mouth No worrying what others heard. No guilting me for doing nothing wrong Only support Only lifting me Only love Only hope Only trust Only never giving up. Only this moment Only, these moments, forever.

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Your arrival was magical to me. You never said much, or listened too well. Some days you would wander into my room, just to lay near my bed. Plopping down onto the ground, quietly laying still. Somehow your silly visits made me smile, every single time. Everyday, exactly at 5, you would come into my room and whine. Out of everyone's room you always chose mine, because I was so easily convinced. You just wagged your tail and I knew, you wanted some **** food. I think of your puppy dog eyes, guilting me into yet another treat. You are my best friend and best dog; you always will be. I have loved you so much. You have changed, gotten old, age has finally caught up with us. Your fur is patchy and grey, your eyes wander and gaze. I know I don't have much longer, I feel the day drawing near. This is not fair, I do not want you to go. I have lost so much already. Please. Muddy. Please don't leave me with another empty space.

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Aug 16, 2020

Aug 16, 2020 at 2:24 PM UTC

AGhostIsBorn

Muddy: A Good Boy

Your arrival was magical to me. You never said much, or listened too well. Some days you would wander into my room, just to lay near my bed. Plopping down onto the ground, quietly laying still. Somehow your silly visits made me smile, every single time. Everyday, exactly at 5, you would come into my room and whine. Out of everyone's room you always chose mine, because I was so easily convinced. You just wagged your tail and I knew, you wanted some **** food. I think of your puppy dog eyes, guilting me into yet another treat. You are my best friend and best dog; you always will be. I have loved you so much. You have changed, gotten old, age has finally caught up with us. Your fur is patchy and grey, your eyes wander and gaze. I know I don't have much longer, I feel the day drawing near. This is not fair, I do not want you to go. I have lost so much already. Please. Muddy. Please don't leave me with another empty space.

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In my experience, A song can convey more than words, Which is why I'm sending you a link, To something I want you to hear. You tore me the hell apart, Said you understand why I left. So why the **** are you guilting me now? I'm happier than ever before. And it seems you're trying to drag me down, With conventions of your own. A well placed passive aggressive statement, A line to guilt trip me. Listen to the song. Let it be my legacy to you, And go away.

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May 16, 2016

May 16, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC

Wordfreak

Listen to It

In my experience, A song can convey more than words, Which is why I'm sending you a link, To something I want you to hear. You tore me the hell apart, Said you understand why I left. So why the **** are you guilting me now? I'm happier than ever before. And it seems you're trying to drag me down, With conventions of your own. A well placed passive aggressive statement, A line to guilt trip me. Listen to the song. Let it be my legacy to you, And go away.

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1:47am. Standing on my thumb awakened by my badder bladder, disobeying the rules, one reaches for the tablet’s reassuring whiteness and its scrolling alerts; ascertain that the world order is yet extant in a normative disarray, the elections are over yet not, my sports teams have creaked to losses, my inner devils are resting nesting in anticipation of another day of sweet self-torture and guilting for a life full of sinning and mine failures, a dawning realization grasps my twilight self, half-awake & somewhat sleepy, that I am writing poetry in the nether space where rules and space are permeable, my river of conscience consciousness flows between the gaps of truth and disfiguring lies, and that I am standing on my thumb. Yes, a single shorty, stubby, chubby digit is firmly attached, arrested onto the screen, a portal tween love stories, podcasts of human grief, leaking creativity and foundational support, I am upright, upside down, feet in the air and kept there by a small undistinguished and unattractive teeny weeny appendage through which hard data, drowsy dreams, arousal, stories are bytes flowing in conflicting directions, all at risk, great risk, by defying gravity, and the awful pull of the accumulated weights of sorrow and grime of wasted opportunities, unbearable weight of lightness & love both taken and given, potential horror stories, and the deniability of humanoid excuses is pathetic and inutile, indeed, futile. my suspended state of betweenness, the past and future, caught up in animated currents of the perpetual and eternal, unbelievable fantasy and unrecoverable missed opportunities, cognizantr of a chasm division entre my failing body~shell and the sparking consciousness that cannot destroyed. all while upright standing, aloft by a single but critical thumb. the watch face glows 3:12, this episodic journey will be eradicated, molecularly scattered, permanent only in its self-destruction and the remaining disquietude of the unrealized reality of a naissance and a renaissance having occurred, I am no longer awake and never was… NYC Thu Nov 10 2020

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Nov 10, 2022

Nov 10, 2022 at 3:41 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

1:47am. Standing on my thumb

1:47am. Standing on my thumb awakened by my badder bladder, disobeying the rules, one reaches for the tablet’s reassuring whiteness and its scrolling alerts; ascertain that the world order is yet extant in a normative disarray, the elections are over yet not, my sports teams have creaked to losses, my inner devils are resting nesting in anticipation of another day of sweet self-torture and guilting for a life full of sinning and mine failures, a dawning realization grasps my twilight self, half-awake & somewhat sleepy, that I am writing poetry in the nether space where rules and space are permeable, my river of conscience consciousness flows between the gaps of truth and disfiguring lies, and that I am standing on my thumb. Yes, a single shorty, stubby, chubby digit is firmly attached, arrested onto the screen, a portal tween love stories, podcasts of human grief, leaking creativity and foundational support, I am upright, upside down, feet in the air and kept there by a small undistinguished and unattractive teeny weeny appendage through which hard data, drowsy dreams, arousal, stories are bytes flowing in conflicting directions, all at risk, great risk, by defying gravity, and the awful pull of the accumulated weights of sorrow and grime of wasted opportunities, unbearable weight of lightness & love both taken and given, potential horror stories, and the deniability of humanoid excuses is pathetic and inutile, indeed, futile. my suspended state of betweenness, the past and future, caught up in animated currents of the perpetual and eternal, unbelievable fantasy and unrecoverable missed opportunities, cognizantr of a chasm division entre my failing body~shell and the sparking consciousness that cannot destroyed. all while upright standing, aloft by a single but critical thumb. the watch face glows 3:12, this episodic journey will be eradicated, molecularly scattered, permanent only in its self-destruction and the remaining disquietude of the unrealized reality of a naissance and a renaissance having occurred, I am no longer awake and never was… NYC Thu Nov 10 2020

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Guilting me, Making me feel like I wronged you. Guiting me, Making me feel like I'm not suppose to be happy. Guilting me, Making me think you deserve happiness and not I. Guilting me, Making me feel like the piece of **** that I am. Guilting me, Making me out to be the bad guy even now. Guilting me, Making me think it's fine for you to be happy with another but not I. Guilting me, Making me feel undeserving of anything. Guilting me...

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Jun 23, 2019

Jun 23, 2019 at 11:18 AM UTC

cherie-l-m

Guilt Me...

Guilting me, Making me feel like I wronged you. Guiting me, Making me feel like I'm not suppose to be happy. Guilting me, Making me think you deserve happiness and not I. Guilting me, Making me feel like the piece of **** that I am. Guilting me, Making me out to be the bad guy even now. Guilting me, Making me think it's fine for you to be happy with another but not I. Guilting me, Making me feel undeserving of anything. Guilting me...

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