From Robert Lee Brewer:
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For today’s prompt, write a guilty poem. The poem can be written from the perspective of someone who is (or feels) guilty, or it can be about someone (or something) else that’s guilty. But guilty of what? Cheating on a test? Or a spouse? Or a diet? Only you know, and only your poem can reveal the truth.
ReplyDeleteOh my child what have you done now
carve the pumpkins is what I said
didn't know you even knew how
but you cut off your daddy's head!
You spilled blood all over the yard
I can't let you out of my sight
with you I can't drop my guard
what will we tell the others tonight?
What did he say to make you so mad?
Will you please return my knife?
You used to be such a sweet little lad
until you took your dear daddy's life.
Guess I'll have to call the police
not quite sure what to say
your daddy's life you did cause to cease
my child don't look at me that way!
Put down the knife and behave dear
I'm begging you my dear darling son
you're filling my heart with horrible fear...
oh my child...what have you done?
Quite a scary tale, left me trembling in my socks!!!lot of great imagery there!!! A whole novel in a few lines!!!
DeleteLOL. I'm starting to worry about you Bonnie. Good write though!
DeleteBrrrr!Scary poem! Good one though.
Deletethis was an old one written in SEPT 2013. Hopefully I will be able to write an original one today but just in case I can't I always thought this one was fun.
ReplyDeletehe's guilty
ReplyDeleteto this day
he really liked
the little girl
doesn't know why
he did it.
he pulled the chair from
beneath her
just as she
was going to sit down
no one saw him do it
but he's guilty
to this day
he can't shake it off
he hurt the girl
he really liked
maybe she didn't like him
in return
maybe that's why he did it
he doesn't know why
it was one of those
impulsive things one
does and they don't
know why
and he's been guilty
to this day
Poor Brian! I've never imagined him as impulsive so I can see where doing something impulsive, and mean, would bother him forever.
Deleteguilty as charged! all i could picture was you in that movie where the woman is condemned as a witch and you are yelling... guilty...burn her...or something like that. good write.
ReplyDeleteNo this was about poor Brian. He did this in 3rd grade. He could never figure out why he did it. And he still talks about it. Poor kid. Nearly 40 years later.
ReplyDeleteOn Thanksgiving Day
ReplyDeleteI haul out my stash
of Christmas movies,
run out of good ones
by December 1st.
So I put away
reality, dive
into Christmases
far beyond my worst
imagination,
watch Hallmark Channel
holiday movies
where all the men have
short hair, no beards, wear
dress shirts and don't smoke.
The women all learn
that raising children
keeping house is what
they want and go off
to Stepford Heaven.
I feel guilty for
eleven other
months but it doesn't
stop me from doing
it again next year.
lmbo! should I confess? oh why not... that is also my guilty little secret fun write! love it!
DeleteFun poem. I watch Christmas movies all year long. If I find one on Net flix I am so greatful that I play it twice!!
DeleteToo cute, I would never have guessed it!
DeleteChicken Guilt
ReplyDeleteI had to feed the chickens,
carrying heavy pails
of mash and corn and water
to give to them every day.
This was how I earned my allowance
A vast fifty cents a week
As well I cleaned under their perches
Something I hated to do.
One winter the marsh by the coop
Flooded with water and so
Instead of lugging it from the house
I used this convenient supply.
Sadly however the chickens
began to sicken and perish
and no body knew but me
the reason they ill.
Although I felt awfully guilty
I was too afraid to tell
how I had watered the chickens
and the mystery remained.
And then one day my father
said "We have been told that you
fed marsh water to the chickens."
Alas, I had been found out.
My great aunt's gardener had seen me,
and when he heard of their plight
told my parents about my misdoing;
now they knew why they'd died.
I do not remember my punishment
But I know that I still feel
guilt for the murdered chickens
my laziness had done in.
Poor chickens! Poor me carrying those heavy pails. No solution here, only guilt, long ago guilt!
ReplyDeletePoor Tasha. That was a lot of work for a little girl. I can only say, I may have even done the same thing had I been in your shoes...so don't beat on yourself for trying to save yourself some steps. No one told you, "don't feed the chickens marsh water" so how were you to know it would be bad for them. Great poem.
ReplyDeletethose poor chickens! i'm sure that will haunt you to the day you die. very sad poem.
ReplyDeleteYou are correct, Linda, I of course had no idea and actually, Bonnie, I don't really feel haunted by my guilt because I was after all ignorant. and didn't do it deliberately as Linda says. It is a good though sad story though.
ReplyDeleteSad story, and I agree with Linda. I likely would have done the same thing. No little girl should have had to do that hard of a job.
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