My Words have flown away

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poems about love, Poems of loss, poetry, sad poems

Forgive me my friends but my words seem to have left me.  Please bear with me. I will be posting some of my old poems I dug up.

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I will remember you

I will remember you,

every day,

no photos or keepsakes,

But I will remember you make no mistake,

How can I forget,

When my heart has carved,

an image of your face,

When my nose picks up your scent,

everywhere everyday,

When my heart reaches for you,

and is left wanting,

when it feels emptiness in your place,

When my ears long for your whisper,

your chuckle,

your roar,

I will remember you,

everyday.

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No hidey hole

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Abuse, Child Abuse, pain, poems, poems about abuse, poems about child abuse, poems about domestic violence, poetry, sad poems

No hidey hole
I try to run,
I try to hide,
there is no hidey hole,
he can’t find,

On tiptoes,
I peek outside,
and wave to my friends,
playing outside,

Shut my eyes tight,
and I’m by their side,
until he yanks my hair,
and brings me back inside.

LOST

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Abuse, dark, Domestic Violence, Family Violence, heartache, husbands and wives, pain, Physical abuse, poems, poems about domestic violence, Poems about women, poetry, sad poems, Violence and Abuse

Lost

 Far away eyes,

Runaway mind,

 

Hiding,

From terrors,

 undefined,

 

New friends,

Invisible

 to the ordinary eye,

 

Another home,

Another husband,

Another life,

 

Worlds friendlier,

safer than reality,

 

places,

 where we can’t be

 worlds that hold,

no memories

 S.E

‘For you I will’

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There are several ways to lose loved ones to Domestic Violence.

I have written about one friend. This is another. 

The Feast of Gloom

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dark, feeling sorry for myself, pain, poems about depression, sad poems, self pity

The Feast of Gloom 

Break the moon in half

rip down the stars

dine with me in this

half lit gloom

 

Let’s drink to dejection,

bottoms up,

 

relax in the ambiance

 of hopelessness

 

be entertained by

the Wails of Misery

 

let’s hunt

the creature of Gloom

stalk it

chase it

corner it

kill it

 

Eat up

gorge my friend

GORGE

let the juices of hope

trickle down our cheeks

SWIPE them away

 

slurp up sorrow

ahhh sweet sweet despair

snack on despondency

more

more

MORE

 

for desert

our favorite bits

lick up

Pity Me

have a bite of

Poor Me

gulp down

Why me

Me, Me and Me

 

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In Bed with Me #2

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dark, Family, heartache, love, parents, passion, poems, Poems about women, poetry, relationships, sad poems

In my bed

 we lie,

all three of we,

 

a clone,

a ghost,

 and me,

 

pain roars for battle,

against

my unseen enemy,

 

to inflict,

the same,

 as was

dealt to me,

  

my spirit prances,

eager for a war,

lost,

before it begins.

 

against an apparition,

for a clone,

I do not know,

 

we dine,

my bond,

his shackles,

next to me,

  

across from me,

beside the moon and stars,

he sits,

 

a mannequin,

blood red,

 painted on grin,

 

I touch,

 but do not feel,

 

I speak,

 He grins,

 

here we lie,

a clone,

 lying beside,

a ghost,

who lies,

 next to me

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#2

 

 

In bed with Me #1

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heartbreak, jealousy, love, love poems, lust, poems, poems about betrayal, poetry, relationships, sad poems

Taunting

 teasing

hinting

toying

daring

we dance

entwined

in

lustful tussle

back

forth

in

deep within

waves lick

constantly

until I’m consumed

insecurity

and

jealousy

making love to me

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An old poem I wrote years ago and found while spring cleaning. I have two with the same title.

TO BE A REAL MAN

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abuse poems, poems, poems about heartbreak, poetry, sad poems

Here I am,
child of ten,
thrashed until,
I can barely stand,
told not,
to cry,
to suck it up,
again and again,
taught to be,
a real man,
beaten,
because she can,
here I am,
an angry,
violent man,
broken,
by my mother’s hand.
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A test post from my mobile. I hope it works.

Walking Talking Christmas Tree

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abuse poems, Child Abuse, pedophiles, poems, poetry, sad poems

WALKING TALKING CHRISTMAS TREE

In his eyes,
she sees a feed,
a walking talking,
Christmas tree,
all he wants,
is an hour,
or two or three,
to do anything,
he please,
in front of a camera,
so for a fee,
others can watch,
an innocent bleed,
for a pile of dough,
that makes her eyes glow,
he takes the baby,
her in tow,
to the hotel,
down the road,
past the beggars,
and the whores,
turns on the camera,
shuts the door,
while she tells another,
for the same amount,
when the 10yr old comes out,
he too can have a go

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I wrote this in reaction to new story (link below) but I know this applies all over the world.

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Lovemaking Soulbreaker

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Domestic Violence, heartache, lust, passion, poems, Poems about women, poetry, rage, sad poems, Women

She bites down to stop moans escaping

 nauseating lips brush down her neck  past bruises on her back,

 She holds her breath waiting,

 repulsive stench of alcohol fills her nostrils saturating her whole being

 He caresses her cheeks,

 he has slapped repeatedly

 Tenderly traces her nose,

 he makes bleed frequently

 She twitches as he strokes and caresses

over and past fresh bruises left by pounding fists

His pace quickens so does she,

she moves carefully to protect ribs kicked recently

She moves to meet him,

incase he thinks she’s faking this

Moans and groans burst forth finally free,

timed and building to release

 Together they soar,

 to compliment his masculinity

 “Was it as good for you as it was for me,” he whispers ever so tenderly

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I was hesitant on posting this piece. Anyway here goes.  Pls Let me know if you get it.

Maiya

“Please daddy don’t hit me again”

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child, Child Abuse, Domestic Violence, Family, Father, Mother, poems, Poems about death, poetry, sad poems, Violence against Children

 

There she stood, little face etched in pain, tiny tears running down her bruised face, Neck bent back, looking up, trying so hard to contain, all her fear, inside her small frame, “What’s my name?,” he roared down, body shaking with rage, hand raised just in case, “Daddy, Daddy,” she whimpered again and again, body shivering as she fought hard, not to look away, incase it inflamed his rage, In the corner, her mother stood, tears streaming down her face, wringing her hands, trying so desperately, to gather up the courage, to push her husband away, The neighbor broke the door down, seconds too late, the five year old lay on the floor, eyes staring into another place, Her mother over her body wailed, “oh why, oh why child did you have to say, ‘Please Daddy don’t hit me again’.”  iy©2010