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Explore the complex and deep emotions of guilt through a collection of poignant and thought-provoking poems. From the weight of remorse to the struggle of self-forgiveness, these poems delve into the various facets of guilt in a raw and honest manner. Whether you’re seeking solace or simply looking to reflect on your own feelings, these guilt poems will resonate with you on a profound level.
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Silent Burden:
In the heart where guilt resides,
A shadow grows, it never hides.
With every thought, a weight does bear,
A whisper in the mind’s despair.
Through nights of doubt and days of pain,
Guilt remains, a constant chain.
In every tear, a story’s told,
Of inner battles, pure and bold.
Guilt in its endless guise,
A testament to the mind’s ties.
Echoes of Regret:
Among the memories where guilt does play,
Its presence turns night into day.
With every echo, a world unseen,
A past relived in moments keen.
In their struggle, peace is sought,
A touch of calm in every thought.
Guilt in its silent might,
A symbol of the heart’s plight.
Burdened Heart:
In the soul where guilt does dwell,
Its touch a silent, lingering spell.
With every breath, a tale is spun,
Of battles lost and victories won.
In their embrace, hope is sown,
A testament to the unknown.
Guilt in its graceful way,
Guides the soul through each new day.
Guilt Guffaws:
Guilt, you sneak into my mind,
With whispers cruel and unkind.
You turn my joys into a fret,
Making me wish we’d never met.
But oh, the laughs when I realize,
You’re just a trick in disguise.
Guilt Gags:
Guilt, you pesky little thought,
You make me feel so overwrought.
With every step, you tag along,
Singing your annoying song.
But oh, the joy when I break free,
From your chains, I dance with glee.
In the end, you’re just a joke,
A smoky, silly, fleeting yoke.
Guilt’s Shadow
In heart’s deep core where shadows lie,
The feeling of guilt does often cry.
With whispers low and burdens tight,
It graces thoughts in darkest night.
The guilt, a shadow pure and cold,
It tells a tale of stories old.
In every sigh, a tale is spun,
Of wrongs that haunt, of deeds begun.
Through time’s own march and heart’s own ache,
The guilt’s own shadow will not break.
A testament to human plight,
The guilt finds rest in darkest night.
In every heart, in every mind,
The guilt’s own shadow is defined.
