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Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: abuse, anger, angst, death, me,

MURDERED

   ~he murdered me~

I was only 21 years old
Here I lay, beyond the cold

I  granted him, the best of me
Praying for his love endlessly

I never listened to anybody's advice
Only to my husband and his lies

He bore a bad habit of beating me
No matter, his love was all I could see
 
On my last day, he took me by surprise
Now everyone around me cries

It's too late to tell all my loved ones good-bye
Or, even understand the reason why?

Today I'm in a place where he can't touch me
In a box called a coffin, only I can see

While you stay and rot behind in jail
God did and took me away from your hell

:)


Poem Details | by tia himes |
Categories: abuse, death, stress,

i will not fail

You want the truth
There are people out there 
That just want to take away your youth
There is nothing we gain
But the fact
We carry around a lot of pain
I beg god please
As I grab the rope
Looking for relief
There is no hope
They say they know the road is long
But you'll turn out to be so strong
I will not fail
I know there will be grief
As my face turns pale
I had no where to go
And no one to call
So I kicked the chair 
And let my body fall

Poem Details | by Charles Hamouth |
Categories: absence, abuse, childhood, grief, growing up, solitude,

Poof

That childhood faith, vehemently spirited,
Difficult to bend, impossible to tame.
That still-cradled heart, curiously open,
Eschewing fear, shunning struggle,
Accepting of each coming day.
The journey so hazardous.
Now a cold-forged and unyielding heart 
Beats out each agonizing minute.
Jared by indolence and disappointment,
Vision unrecognizably scarred.
The journey so quickly done.
Needing to chance upon that child again
To lightly touch the angel's brow.

Poem Details | by Jacob Reinhardt |
Categories: abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class, color, computer, conflict, death, depression, devotion, flower, green, happiness, introspection, irony, jobs, language, loneliness, lonely, longing, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, political, poverty, self, simile, slavery, social, society, spiritual, stress, technology, time, today, together, truth, urban, visionary, wisdom, work, world,

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’



Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: abuse, allah, death, evil, hate,

ISIS

You can behead an unarmed man
You can rape a defenseless woman
You can blow up an innocent child

You can burn a book, or 1000's
Attempt to erase history
Spit on the culture of mankind

Here is what you will never do
You will never catch Charlie Brown
Or behead Allah the almighty

You are an army
Of no hearts
Of no heads

The army of the evil living dead

Poem Details | by Israel Curtis C. |
Categories: abuse, dark, death, murder,

Beautiful Monster

Beautiful Monster 

(Removed for publication)


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: allusion, art, child abuse, death, inspirational, philosophy,

The Red Balloon

The little girl
set free the red balloon
it flew over a certain death
free from the pain
of auction
the little girl
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Poem Details | by Bobbie Jo Price |
Categories: abuse, anger, betrayal, depression, first love, horror, pain,

Be My Own Version Of Death

wrap your arms around me a little too tight
let yourself be the noose that ends my life
tear ladders in my tights while holding me down
pull a little too hard and drag me to hell
take my heart, its in the center to the left
its yours, my darling, take it right out of my chest
clutch my hand a little too roughly
shatter my bones and call me lovely 
take me to the Eiffel tower, guide me to the top
hold me from behind and give me a gentle shove 
rip my ribs out with your teeth, one by one by one
play them like the grand piano, show them how its done
lather your lips with venom, careful not to taste
kiss me until my last breath, simply watch me break.

Poem Details | by Fred Lariviere |
Categories: abuse, anger, betrayal, dark, death, horror, scary,

Madness

I will not allow madness
Nor will I allow anesthesia
This place will end up in a mess
You won`t be affected by amnesia
As you will never forget this life-changing experience
Learn from your errors, that's just common sense
Whosoever sows the wind shall reap the whirlwind
You shall not forget to all who you have sinned

For you won't leave the extend of my madness with coma
Take for granted you'll be altered by trauma
You`ll be judged for each of your sins
Your corpse will be disposed in several bins
You are just a puppet
Used for entertainment
You can do infinite wishes
You will not leave this place with just a couple stitches

Poem Details | by Trevor McLeod |
Categories: abuse, angst, bereavement, giving, metaphor, money, philosophy,

The Welfare Poem

The welfare poem is not for you
and not enough for anyone.
The welfare poem is very small
and not just given to everyone.

It's not enough to read for long.
It's just a little short.
It's not paid much attention to
and not the longing sort.

With thanks there's those who'll get it.
Those of who deserve it.
It's just some stolen words,
though I would soon forget it.

It's filled with much disgrace.
Those wary as they read.
It may be meant for you
if you accept the need.

I hope you have enjoyed it.
I'll cut you off for now.
But if you want more later
just beg there's more somehow.

Poem Details | by Samuel Lee |
Categories: abuse, addiction, allegory, death, funny, metaphor, water,

To You, Crocodile

The river dragon of crimson streams
Swiftly swimming to bring my end
As I’m standing alone at the silent shore
The beast from this murk suddenly ascends.
Gripping my face in her flawless jaws
The teeth latched efficiently into flesh
Pulling me quickly into the depths
Dragging me into the shallow grave.
Surrounded in filth, drowning in the banks
The apex predator’s grip never relenting
All I can do is break, bleed and decompose
Hoping for some relief in the pending death.
I find some comfort in this prolonged pain,
Because I haven’t felt a thing in ages.    

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: abuse, death, deep, grief, hurt, identity, prison,

Barred Revelations

Brain rewired
The spine of prison rattles
Hearts harden

Hungry dogs
Chomp on the bars and the bones
Of his hope

He is lost
Dreams and fears confirm his tears
Time is gone

Guilty truths
Drizzle down his swollen cheeks
“God, I’m yours. . .

Lift my eyes
For your light is my way to 
Shame my foes. . .

My clothes droop
My body slumped against death
This soul swells. . .

I need her. . .
If only you knew how much
I miss her. . .

I need You
For You have stayed here with me
Patiently. . .”

The sun peeks
His sad eyes take in the warmth
His heart melts

We are free
The sky is open to you
Now Stay Strong


9/12/2015

Poem Details | by Sandy Ivy D |
Categories: abuse, betrayal, break up, death, hurt,

Windmill

My heart was stopped beside the mill,
Waterfalls, empty pail 
Beyond the barn, in the grim shadows
Bottled like a plan with no purpose
Broken glass under each stone
The wind blew dark raven plumes

The floor with no sign or face
Waterfalls, empty pail
A wide shade appears, 
Grey shadows crossing beyond the barn
Blood drips from each wind generator blade
Stoned with no drift

SandyIvy
12-5-15

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: absence, abuse, death, mother, sad,

The Broken Urn

Eyes flared in agitation
Damasked in utmost lament
The tyrants laughed in vanity
Remains of his mother lie still
As if the winds were holding their breath
The urn cracked and cold as night
Alone, the eyes softened
His heart a hermit of radiance 
Temples tingled as silence stayed
The unprofaned laughter now ash-shamed
Hot tears of fervor reduced their pig-headed ways
He kneeled to his mother as they gazed
In the urn she no longer cried
Even in the urn did she not abide


April 28, 2014

Poem Details | by Fred Lariviere |
Categories: abuse, crazy, dark, death,

Cannibalism - re-edited

Raped and left for dead
Tears still running down her eyeless head
Screaming her heart out,
Which's been removed and stacked into my mouth
I can still see your skin peel
Orgasming on the fact your wounds won’t heal
I only need my grinding teeth to make you paste
Shut the hell up and let me eat you in haste

Poem Details | by rob carmack |
Categories: abuse, bullying, culture, death, pride, vanity, war,

The Beautiful People

For the Haven’s advancement,
the Elite may extend a courteous backhand,
or a fist wrapped with opinion
that some may mistake for abuse.

Dante’s girl fell from her steeple
head first into a cauldron of pride,
now her feeble corpse twitches
trying to vomit the blackest pitch grey.

Stains her soldier’s dress blues
duty has him answer the bench’s call.
Gaveled verdicts now deleted,
appeals one site’s ambitions.

Often found in a library,
their little boy plays with
his toy box full of straw men
and overused emoticons.

Each breath billows the forge,
black smoke void of The Father,
they beat a gift’s beauty into a weapon,
the cutting edge of the Deceiver’s con.

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: abuse, appreciation, betrayal, corruption, grief,

GLUTTONY



ghastly gluttony 
one of seven deadly sins
with appalling good reasons

such self disrespect 
abusing one's own body
that wonderful mechanism

no remorse no thought
millions starving and dying
balancing haves and have nots



submitted on October 22, 2018, for contest ONE OF THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS sponsored by EDWARD IBEH  -  RANKED 1ST

Poem Details | by Pernell Rodocker |
Categories: abuse, baby, daughter, death, dedication, missing, murder,

Caylee Anthony

Did you wake with a smile on your face?
Were you ready to start, set the pace?

Feeling and wanting to just be close?
Are you wand’ring alone as a ghost?

Where were you and why did you go?
Many were looking don’t you know?

Caylee I’m sorry I wasn’t there.
If I were they wouldn’t even dare…

I’m sorry you missed big girl pants….
A father to hold you a hug and a dance…

There won’t be a clown or pony you see.
Only rain and sorrow inside of me.

Every child in the world touches my heart.
Oh so young when they depart.

I’m sure with Sarah you dance and play…
Together forever every day…
 
There are no tears where you are…

Poem Details | by Sarah Gilley |
Categories: abuse, addiction, angst, death of a friend, pain, silence, teen,

The Jaws of Life Could Take Me Home Tonight

Wrestling the wreckage, I'm fading into darkness unknown.
My head is going straight to voicemail, missing calls from home.
These veins are erratically static, strung out on a backseat,
but the memory of music shall comfort me.
I am so scared, but trapped in such melody.
A bitter-sweet, temporary goodbye;
there isn't a stranger in sight to notice that I'm not alright.
In this night, take me back to simpler times,
when these wheels never spun out on the ice.
Pain has made me so slippery,
giving in to triggering trickery.
Please pray for me.
I am in need of jaws,
to bite off these flaws!
I am almost gone beyond repair.
God, I am so scared!

Poem Details | by Lilly Davis |
Categories: abuse, bullying, child abuse, death, depression, silence, suicide,

Depression is hard

Depression is hard,
When you know it didn't matter if you were here,
When you know you didn't matter,
When you live in fear,
It's even harder when no one knows,
When you have to keep it all inside,
When not even your own faimly cares,
And no one is on you side,
When you have so much anger and self hate,
That you can take a blade to your own skin,
And it doesn't matter how hard you fight,
You know you will NEVER win,
It's hard, especially when your just a kid,
Trying to find out who you are,
Where happiness seems so so far,
When your punched and tripped and kicked and hit,
When it's all so bad you can't think of any other way,
Then to end it,

Poem Details | by Dah Helmer |
Categories: abuse, character, death of a friend, destiny, irony, perspective, world,

Dictator

To those who forgive me
I loathe you
for you are weak
No
your voices are not worthy
you spineless living
dead things
worthless as dumb dogs

If not incarcerated
I would do it again
would squeeze everything
out of you

land

pride

dignity

your life

No do not say you forgive me
you are not gods
You have no power to forgive
you are impotent

After I vanish
I will haunt you to your deaths
and there
I will be waiting
to squeeze the light from your soul
until nothing but darkness
 
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 from my 6th book-length ms.

"Dictator" was first published in
'The Recusant ' (UK)

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: abuse, angst, animal, betrayal, dark, death, hate,

Role Reversal

Am I wrong to ponder Just how inconsiderate we are From where we used to be Today we think we're stars Trust me we're no twinkle In anybodies eyes, frankly Internally we should despise Simply look how we treat the innocent When they'll never produce our whatever Meaning means that Inhumane, as humans sever Lets just close our eyes Whilst role reversal plays When a Gorilla tells you what to do Do you have the balls to say nae Will this ever happen What humans dreams becomes I truly hope their dreams come true Evolutions succumb

Poem Details | by Ettie Christian-Bowling |
Categories: abuse, death,

Death

The darkness covers the worn body holding fear,
The end of her days hath come near 
Long she has awaited this, she won't shed a tear.
This world has been anything but kind,her body covered in scars.
She awaits her time,
Even though fear is in her veins,
But she won't let her trails go in vain.
The sky begins to turn from blue to a shade of blood,
Vengeance of her enemies,comes upon her like a flood.
The ground slowly turns to bones,
Underneath her broken body,She holds a sigh,
Closing her eyes,
They cannot hurt her now,
No matter how hard they try.

Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: abuse, death, deep, depression, grief,

Time on and Time off

Time on and Time off

On and off and on again,
That is the carousel of life,
When it spins round and round,
Till the dizzy heads fall off,
Time on and time off,
Till those little girls grow to be old
And discover love,
And they feel so much better than before
With broken hearts,
And cigarette burns on arms
Laying on kitchen floors,
That had just been moped with red blood.
Time on and Time off,
Over and over and over again,
That drunken buffoon has nothing more to do,
But drop dead in his lazy boy chair
And die.
While his girl,
(who once pretty and pure, now dead inside and out)
Brings him his lunch,
And watches her blood drizzly slowly into the stainless steel sink.

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: abuse, angst, anxiety, betrayal, death, hurt, moon,

JUNKYARD MOON



Bygone youth carelessly spent
Damaged goods years of torment
Guiltless heart cruelly scarred
Abandoned in junkyard charred

Spent days wasted nights crying
Torment focused on dying
Scarred and marred deep to the bone
Charred wishes on a moonstone



Submitted on March 9, 2019, to contest JUEJU-QUIJUE WITH A TWIST sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA  -  RANKED 1ST