A shame on my skin,
You. Fragrant and permanent.
I pray you away.
Overexposed: Your Haiku
Tag Archives: Shame
Your Mom
Non Grata
His Sport
Ask ye I, Shame
What is it you want of sport with me
A story to tell
This cloddish girl
Oh! How she fell for parallel universe truths
A jovial tale
Where thee, with all thy dark proclivities
Shouldst mute and suffocate her good heart?
Braggadocio
And shame kept you
These green eyes
Left alone
So alone
These long days
And silence stole you
These aching arms
Holding on
Holding nothingness
These words failed
And shame kept you
Keep Fallin’
I am ashamed at myself
For truck headlights I’ve studied from the front porch swing
That turned-tail and ran
For flowers I’ve cultivated from the heart for us
That went wholly uncherished
Heavy rains pour down
These dancing feet now dampened
I am ashamed at you
Unreal Haiku
The sun scorns its shine
The tree denounces its shade
The bridge burns its ends
Shame: A Haiku
My blessed teacher
My ego’s sworn enemy
My joy deflated
Café Goodbye: A Haiku
A bit like Paris
Such potential for beauty
Such horrendous void
crumpled: a haiku
Oh the shade of shame
Of hearing my very heart
Only those two years
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