by Maureen Mcgreavy |
Categories:
appreciation, mental illness, word play,
In an abusive relationship
In love with potential
Not leaving
This poem is not over
(this poem is finished, it's just not over)
*PCS Post Concussion Syndrome
by Ashley Evans |
Categories:
cool,
[i]Sweet Whispers And Warm Eyes,
The Heart Loves What no Sight,
Shattered Hearts And Broken Dreams,
The Heart No With No Mind,
Abusive Spouse, Scream Out Shout
The Heart loves Without Doubt.
Controlling Or Jealousy,
The Heart Won't Tell You To Leave:
Cheating Partner With A Loyal lover ,
Because the heart Don't care.
The Mind thinking No But The Heart Cries Yes,
Causing You So Much Stress.
No Knowledge Can Save You,
Because the heart can't Change You.
Love Is Blind And this true,
I've Lost Count Of How Many Times my heart Has Been Bruised .
So Say Want You Want And Do As You Must,
There's No Controlling The heart When It Come To True Love
[/i]
by Robert Heemstra |
Categories:
dog, dog, dog, love,
Some people say dogs are complicated
others will say we have mistreated them
some humans make dogs very frustrated
rarely are dog houses clean as a gem
man and dog have lived together for years
they’re not just men’s best friends they’re women’s too
and some owners and their dogs shared some beers
no one should think of doghouse as a zoo
as an infant a dog was always there
maybe that’s why I respect them today
I believe most dogs should be treated fair
some humans are abusive it's no play
dogs are just like children they want love too
pet them and love them and a bone to chew
by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories:
love,
My Second Vow
What I see when I look at your face
Is a reason for believing
And in your eyes, the hope I find
Is what my heart is cleaving
There is no right or wrong
'Cause the future is elusive
But our love, Is always strong
Though sometime seams abusive
I love you dear, forever
The Saints know this is sure
So my spirit shall endeavor
To be Knocking at your door
And if you go, or I go first
There is no need for sorrow
'Cause just like yesterday
I will seek you out tomorrow
by Daljit Khankhana |
Categories:
angel, caregiving, faith, friendship,
Contradictory remark consists of abusive material.
destruction in relations to develop blaming serial.
Love and trust fires hate and jealous for what purpose!
good friend or partner become enemy with anger dose,
relation cracks as earthquake disaster a concrete building.
by Jose Panicker |
Categories:
love, sad,
I saw a pretty woman,
At the book store!
She was amazing,
As described in the folklore!
Her beauty glistened,
Under the yellow light!
I had to make sure,
She was within my eye sight!
‘What Men Want’,
Was the book she was reading!
I took a closer look,
N saw her right ear was bleeding!
Abused n tortured,
She was by her man!
I wonder whether she considered,
Hanging herself by the fan!
Humbled by her efforts,
To satisfy her man!
I wished I could go there,
N give her a hand!
Dedicated to all ‘Tortured Soul’s’ who have been or are in an abusive relationship, just
because they love their better half immensely!
Let us all say NO to Domestic Violence.
by Tiffany Diaz |
Categories:
lost love, love,
Imposed love of debt
Seeking soulful releases
Empowering self through lies
Abusive ways masked in gifts
While wounds are healed
So eyes no longer see
Internally embedded as deserved
Becoming self inflicted
Thoughts taught to believe
Brought upon self
Undeserved of a better love
He holds the Key
Of a torture-some beat
Held in his hands
Squeezed of blood flow
Restricting all vessels
In a vegetative state
Oxygen gone
by Linda Walden |
Categories:
abuse, addiction, anger, confusion, pain, sad love,
These tears of mine
They wanna flow.
I’m just not sure which way
These tears of mine will go.
A life of hurt, so much pain
To see, my eyes are
Flooded by your misery.
Why I became your wife, I don’t know.
Darkness, seclusion, and your abusive ways
Your alcohol has stolen my loving ways
And my sunny days. It is your disease that
Is seeing me to my grave.
by Ali Matheny |
Categories:
brother, loveheart, heart, love,
My heart has many feelings
They come in all different
Shapes, sizes, colors and uses
And it h a t e s when you're abusive
I'd show how much I love you
But then you would not listen
I had the chance to have you as my own
But now that chance is blown
You have someone to love, care, be there for and share
But you've left me with something better
You said I'm like your one and only sister
Thank you for not giving my heart back in pieces
Cause now you're apart of it
And I love you. .
by Joseph Matose |
Categories:
Porcupine
With prickly porcupine
I am deeply in love.
To caress her thigh
I put on a glove;
Pricks to wisely cheat
A new generation
To sire or re-create.
A porcupine’s desire
Is God’s wise plan:
Patient men to sire
With abusive woman!
JM
20th January 2014
by Olumuyiwa Onaf |
Categories:
addiction, adventure, appreciation, art, cute love, deep, kiss,
Kiss deceptive Also receptive
I ain't saying it's abusive
But sometime make ya submissive
To that progressive Wave in the heart beat
by Robert Gorelick |
Categories:
humor,
There's a Poodle so rude and intrusive
His loud barking is shrill and abusive
A busybody pest
An interloper at best
But offers love both true and effusive
by Stacy Stiles |
Categories:
husband, life, lost love, sad, wife, me, me,
To you they're only words,
uttered out of anger.
To me they're forceful stabs,
with a jagged dagger.
Stating I’ve lost my will,
along with any drive.
Shouting I have no purpose,
nor will I ever thrive.
Begging me to forgive;
for only human you are.
Promising you’ll try to end,
this brutal vocabulary war.
But like any other battle,
one must try to succeed.
Realize I’m not the enemy;
It’s me you cause to bleed.
They’re “Only Words” seems,
to be your favorite line.
Even when I’ve begged you,
to see the abusive signs.
You’ll never change will you?
This is who you are.
My only words left to say;
I can no longer bare the scars.
by Sharika Sellman |
Categories:
childhood, daughter, depression, family, fear, loss, mother, mother, me, me, mother,
Broken homes and broken bones
Dads are gone and moms on drugs
At the age of nine I'm forced to chase my mother in and out of abandon homes.
Never felt more pain until the day my mom offered me to some strange man.
What was done plays back in my head everyday.
Never thought my mother would love drugs more than me.
At that point in my life I knew everything was wrong, and my childhood gone.
I tried to quickly runaway until i hear a deep voice say, "DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP".
Very abusive, he grabs my hands and throws me on the floor.
My mother sat there as it happened.
This strange man constantly raped me as I screamed and tried to get away.
My mother sat there and had nothing to say.
by Colin Marschall |
Categories:
lost love, sad,
Does this divine deliverance delve deep
beneath shackled truths. Hidden behind words
was honesty, expensive deceit so cheap
like an orchid amongst dandelion herds.
Arrogance betrayed behind tears you weep,
snuffed sensibility beguilingly girds.
Friendship accords toasted with tainted drink,
forced to drown in soliloquies ink.
Captured the wisps of fuelled ego retorts,
derisory spouting’s like hammer falls
smelting meaning so it twists and distorts,
locked in the prison of abusive calls
while tittle-tattle tales bolster support,
like temporary struts to stop falling walls,
but cracks are many, so inside we can view
the putrid poison, reality of you.
by Jenny Linsel |
Categories:
love, people, relationship,
Life
Life is too short to waste
And we only get one life
So don't think all that you're worth
Is an abusive husband or wife
If a relationship is toxic
You have to let them go
People will try to interfere
But only you will know
How bad your life has been
And the things you've had to endure
They think your life's a bed of roses
But how can they be sure
Don't be afraid to seek help
Confide in a friend if you can
No-one should live in fear
Of any woman or any man
by Justin Debrosse |
Categories:
life, loss, love, abuse, , fate,
Forget what they make
About sanitized love and delivery
Love is a war, abuse steps through
When strands get caught
Out on a limb
Your suggest new desire
And run back
To an addicted, abusive boyfriend
Youve coddled in his flaccid anger
When the broken daughter
Runs home, what does she find
Death of old things and control
Cold nights twisted around thumbs
I know you step without walking
Is that what you wanted?
When you strangled my hand
To show where abuse would land?
And give me the gift of caring?
He's discovered your limbs
And knows what youve been apart of
Wretched in jealousy
We all have to care sometimes
About the fate of ourselves
Regardless of words and promises
by Therese Schmidt |
Categories:
caregiving, childhood, confusion, daughter, depression, family, father, fear, forgiveness, growing up, happiness, hope, loss, love, sad, social, me,
Daddy Mike,
What were you like?
You were gone
when I was a very tiny tike.
Daddy Mike,
Was it because of me?
Was leaving me all you could see?
Surely, you knew how much pain there would be.
A little girl needs her daddy.
Daddy Mike,
From abuse and pain
I shed many a tear.
Without you here,
I always felt fear.
Daddy Mike,
Abusive babysitter, playmate,
bullies, and family.
Nowhere for me
to flee.
Daddy Mike,
Why were you
not here?
by Joe Fisher |
Categories:
death, life, love, love,
Oh, the wicked romance,
oh, the abusive dance,
oh, the self-destruction,
oh, the love that lasts.
All the wilted roses,
all the concrete slabs,
all the memories faded,
all the moments frozen in the blizzards path.
Oh, the wasted chances,
oh, the cherished romance,
oh, the resurrection,
oh, the kiss of death,
oh, the dance of love,
oh, the love that lasts.
by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories:
abuse, age, destiny, gender, health, integrity, love,
Said the old widow cook
to the drag queen son
feeding his/her dying abusive dad,
while offering her nurturing donation:
"I don't want your money.
We're not savages, yet."
Other words
that might have come to
desecrating mind:
not for sale, yet
not that victimized
not that wounded
not that uncivilized
not that poor
not that disenfranchised
not that disempowered
not that unenlightened
not that devastated
not that resourceless
not that dispassionate
not that judgmental
by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories:
caregiving, culture, earth, health, love, peace, power,
"power without love is
reckless
and abusive,
and love without power is
sentimental
and anemic.
Power at its best is
love implementing the demands
of justice,
and justice at its best is
power
correcting everything that stands
against love."
Win/Lose power
without win/win love is
lose/lose reckless
and abusive,
And win/win love
without win/win power is
sentimental
and anemic.
Power
at our best is
love cooperatively implementing
win/win healing justice,
And EarthJustice
at our healthiest
and best is
power
win/win correcting everything
that stands win/lose against
multiculturing beauty,
transformative love,
vulnerably peaceful
and healthy communion.
by Swairik Das |
Categories:
depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, love, sad
I implored, I fenced, I yelled
Yet I never tried to betray,
I brabbled, I was amiss, I dissed
Yet you never tried to affray,
I was insane, I was abusive, I was indurated
Yet I never evinced,
I felt sorry, I felt ashamed, I felt cheated
Yet you never peeved,
I left, I ceded, I was jaded
Yet my heart thumped,
I was hovered, I was baffled, I was hatred
Yet you never limned,
I cried, I lapsed, I pleaded
Yet I never lost my mein,
I was consoled, I was pitied, I was endured
Yet I never left you to feel one.
by Daisy Ward |
Categories:
betrayal, boyfriend, feelings, love,
The day I met you
Was like music to
My ears
You were kind, gentle
An considerate
You was so loving that
You melt my heart away
One day your true colors
Soon arrived, the mask
You were wearing fell down
Underneath it was a
Cruel, cold human being
Abusive and disrespectful
At first you hid it well
Under your fake mask
Was a ugly human being
It was said, that a leopard
Always shows his spots
JULY 23, 2020
by Amber Hurst |
Categories:
love
How pathetic are people
To judge what they see
How pathetic are people
To judge you and me
Life is abusive
It's beating are long
You think you're a mess
I think you are wrong
Though perfect is something
You don't want to be
Get used to it boy
Because you're perfect to me
by L Milton Hankins |
Categories:
abuse, death, farewell, father,
May he rest in peace, my father was not the kindest man
At least to me he wasn't--he never ever said to me
The most important words a boy will hear, "I love you, Son!"
Never did he take me upon his knee to console me
When I needed it most, when I was floundering in tears.
He called for me, after years of silence, from his death bed,
He wanted to see his eldest son, I wondered why, but
I went, sat with him, placed cups of water to his parched lips;
I rubbed his cold feet, and comforted him as best I could.
He offered no excuse for his abusive behavior
I knew he had no training in parenting, his father
Accidently died when my father was merely thirteen.
Written April 27, 2021