Rhyming Unashamably

How then should we frame
the consequences of shame?
Who was there to blame
when remorse came
and regret could not tame
the passion pulsing like a flame;
this is no game,
it's all the same
when feelings claim
our equilibrium's aim
and we cannot reclaim
our self-assured name.






Poetry by William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-11-16 at 21:42

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2025-11-24


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
this is no game,
it's all the same

I think there is an element of truth here, but, in all honesty, I don't think my saying that reflects of your thinking. What I'm thinking about is '42' (Douglas Adams). Reading your poem made me think in that direction. Ahem, I digress... about the poem: So often with poems like this you can detect that the rhyming word is forced but not in this poem. Bravo! Blessings, Allen
2025-11-17