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Monday Poetry Prompt: Shameless

This week let’s write a shameless poem. We’ve all encountered people in our lives how just don’t seem to feel regret about anything they do. Maybe others think of us that way. There’s no shame in poetry unless it’s badly written. Post your regret-free verse in the comments below.


About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.


18 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Shameless

  1. I like to watch TV
    Late at night but not afternoon
    Fiction, not real life

    5 syllables
    There’s no shame in my haiku game.
    And that’s the way I roll.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by JeanMarie | October 15, 2021, 5:19 PM
  2. Merry go Round of Bones

    By injustices researched
    we grow to repudiate
    to ride the merry go round of bones.

    Those who learn
    from errors of the past
    feel bound
    to repeat them,

    We curse our children
    with guilt
    up from
    webby graves.

    A Halloween where toddlers receive
    macabre treats,
    and ghosts
    of recrimination roam.

    Guilt is a sharpened tool.
    Touch me, feel me,
    see me,
    heal me.

    The child, cringing from
    crusting blood,
    must be taught
    to take it on.

    We raise shame
    and division;
    pass down, unalloyed,
    the deed.

    Sin passed down
    is hell subsequent
    it burns at stake
    each innocent.

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by ts19page | October 15, 2021, 10:17 AM
  3. I ain’t perfect
    And nobody is
    But I know I ain’t perfect
    And it ain’t no shame in that

    I know right from wrong
    Some times I do right
    And some times I do wrong
    It is what it is
    It was what it was
    Life, happens

    Done cried over things
    that didn’t matter
    Done kissed some lips
    mine ain’t belong on
    Done said some things
    I can’t take back
    Done went some places
    I shouldn’t have been
    Done saw some things
    I shouldn’t have.

    And what I look like crying
    over a shattered mirror?
    I can’t piece together the past.
    The clock already winded past it.

    The past doesn’t own me.
    I purchased it long ago.

    Past mistakes ain’t made me no fool.
    They made me the strong,
    and intelligent woman
    I stand as today.

    And it ain’t no shame in that!

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Mia J | October 11, 2021, 9:10 PM
  4. Shameless Me

    Shameless blatant misuse and abuse of mother nature’s gifts
    Consumerism fuels capitalism fuels consumerism
    Fuels natural extinction

    Shameless neglect and careless disregard of and for Earths children
    in pursuit of wealth and worldly trappings
    Reprehensible deportment

    Shameless breeding of creatures
    small and smaller
    great and tall
    Developing new colors, new species
    Exotic companions

    Shameless humanity
    given life to prosper
    taken and plundered
    Emptied her seas of aquatic life
    Opulence squandered

    Shameless me sitting on the shore
    contemplating wastage
    hedonistic desecration
    Impotent rage
    Shameless me

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by GypsieWolf2014 | October 11, 2021, 11:32 AM
  5. My poem Bart …

    “Do You Feel Her Shame?”

    Do you feel her shame?
    viewing my pain.
    Left out again,
    in the cold rain.
    Do you sense my strain?
    watching me drain.
    More of the same,
    in the cold rain.
    Do you see her cry?
    in her celestial sky.
    Left out to dry,
    in the cold she did die.
    Do you feel her tears again?
    sharing the blame.
    I hold her shame,
    in the cold rain.

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by ivor20 | October 11, 2021, 7:39 AM

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