TOMORROW MORN
26 Monday Mar 2012
26 Monday Mar 2012
13 Tuesday Dec 2011
Posted in Poems about Abuse, Poems about Domestic Violence
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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
10 Thursday Nov 2011
Posted in Poems, Poems about Abuse
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Abuse, angry poems, child, dark, heartache, Papua New Guinea, parents, poems, poems about child abuse, poetry, relationships, sad poems, Women
If you were me
Where would you be?
Would you be happy?
Or have a family?
If you were me
Would you sleep easily?
And not have bad dreams?
Or flinch every time the floorboards creak?
If you were me
would you trust people easily?
Would you make friends quickly?
Or would you treat everyone suspiciously?
If you were me,
Would you forgive me
For stealing your virginity
Before you turned fifteen?
If you were me
Would you hate me?
Would you run away constantly?
And would you refuse to call me mummy?
31 Monday Oct 2011
Posted in Poems
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child abuse in Papua New Guinea, Family Violence, heartache, Milne Bay Province, Papua New Guinea, poems about domestic violence, Women
Take a glimpse at this painting I named my life,
Daubs of memories are splattered far and wide,
They show a picture of my reasons why,
So with words I paint,
With my weapon slash brush in my hand,
My mighty and trusty pen,
I’ll paint until my hands crinkle and bend,
I will paint until someone stands up in our broken land,
Until the cycle of violence ends,
Until the broken can be helped to mend,
Until the silenced no longer startle at the slight of hand,
Until the cowardly are disgraced and shamed,
I paint in black and shades of gray,
And pack the vivid crisp colors away,
So all will know my country is not okay
16 Sunday Oct 2011
Posted in Poems
Naked,
Stripped bare,
trembling I stand,
Do you still want me?,
Ordinary as I am.
13 Friday May 2011
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Abuse, child, Child Abuse, children, dark, fathers, heartache, home, love, mothers, pain, parents, poems about child abuse, Poems about women, sad poems, sadness, Women
Whisper in my ear
all your fears
whisper in my ear
the reason for those unshed tears
whisper in my ear
Is it someone we hold dear?
whisper in my ear
Are they near?
whisper please whisper in my ear
whisper
when I am near
whisper
because I hold you so very dear
whisper
so our hearts can stop their tears
whisper
so I can take you somewhere where you no longer fear
whisper my child whisper in my ear
30 Saturday Apr 2011
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angry poems, child, Child Abuse, children, dark, Discipline, Family Violence, heartache, pain, peoms, Physical abuse, poems, poems about child abuse, poems about domestic violence, poems about sexual abuse, Poems about women, rage, sad poems, sadness, sexual abuse, Women
Infidelity not a woman’s greatest anguish,
Hurting an innocent which was hers to keep,
Will bring her crashing to her knees,
Rage a creature forming within,
Madness oozing through cracks on her skin,
Caused by the lava like pain within,
Pricks of pain rip holes through soul and brain,
Hate streaming through her veins like a runaway train,
Torture, once never in her wildest dreams,
Dances in the brain like puppet on strings,
Even with the devil slain,
Pieces of the innocent she must collect and glue together again.
17 Sunday Oct 2010
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