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Details | Quatrain |

Cry For Wind

Fly so fast, cry for wind
Carry me between your wings
Me, me, tiny, olive skinned
Blood of beggars, blood of kings

Lost forever, never found
Roar your cry across the land
Where the road once walked and wound
Stranded in mountains of sand

Clamp your claws around my waist
‘till my harness groans and falls
You will hold my torso raised
You, impenetrable wall

No giant strong enough to win
Or to grab us from the sky
No demon vile, no sinner's skin
No Cyclops to burn us with his eye

Fly my Harpy, take our dreams 
Kill the bad, the hurt, the sad
Cherish fragile shining beams 
Screech seductively and glad

Fly so fast, cry for wind
Carry me, my love, your wings
Me, me, tiny, olive skinned
You and me are blood of kings


March 23, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |



You with the black eye
You all bruised and blue
You with dried blood and no hope
You who climbs and plays
You who feels hungers pain
You who was born into the rain
You who never saw a rainbow
You who is all of four years old

Rescued at last from satan's helpers grasp

Little child who suffered so
You so sadly found your parents were foe
You have been restrained in bondage
By the blackness of human shame
Tears rains down
Thinking why the devil plays such games
Deep purple bruising, 
Only the surface pain
May your first four years
Never exist again

May a thousand cuddly hugs
and a thousand loving smiles
Blanket your heart and tickle your tummy
You are gods little angel
Safe and sound at last

* see notes

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


It could have been a beautiful memory to write down

Walking hand in hand with mama

My long brown french pleats  bouncing in the wind 

My new red plastic boots ready to be shown.

Reaching high upon my tiptoes ...

I swung  the large french brass knob  back and forth

until  my short chubby sweet  nonna opened the door.

As soon as I saw her, my hazel eyes changed

 into different shades of caramel swirl.

I  am her first born niece,  and her little girl.

It could have been a beautiful  memory to write down

Running up those marbled  tiles , gazing through the hallway 

 at the two dark giant iron knights . How I wish I could have been

like them , just as brave  and wise.

In the  busy kitchen I hugged nonna over and over again

I loved how her  apple  and cinnamon  pies wafted ,filling Saturdays 'air.

I loved the teaspoon sounds , as the sugar in the coffee cup was stirred

It was a symphony , blissful  music to my ear.

Next to mama ,in the dining room , on a padded  orange rexine chair I sat

Playing snakes and ladders whilst I heard them chat.

It could have been a beautiful memory to write down

If I had not  followed uncle Bob  that afternoon

Along the long corridor we walked , to his room 

At the far end, Inside, I was promised  a delightful  surprise.  

The red velvet  curtains He shut down.  All  turned dark !

 The squeaky  old  door  slammed . I could  listen

 to the fast rapid beating of his vacant heart.

I could feel him getting close , too close .

I could smell his stinking breath and feel his  hand

It slipped hungrily , unbuttoning my innocence and  collar shirt.

He pushed me down on my knees, head and face both pressed.

My lollipop lips  too close to sour scents ,  I would never  forget. 

Everynight  cold in my bed , I scream -  Regret...

I do not want to remember, yet how can I forget

It could have been a beautiful memory to write down

But all I have is a blank page. 

In that house of nonna where  once I laughed and played 

All there is  are secrets , insecurity, my shadow  and its shame.

Fiction poem inspired by Becca's contest against Child Abuse...

Not for the contest,  but thanks for the inspiration. 

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Curious George and Winnie The Pooh

I remember Christopher Robin
When helping Pooh find honey
Was my biggest problem
I remember the blustery days
We trusted each other in every way

I remember When we helped Eeyore
Find his way home from the Sea shore
Everything was good
In the Hundred Acre Woods

I remember Curious George
I had to chase him a hundred miles
As soon as my mother kissed me good night
We went around the world
But we made it home
Two minutes before sunlight
And everything was alright

And Sammy the Seal would let me get on his back
And ride for a million miles
We exchanged halcyon smiles

And I remember the monster
Who brought fear to the hundred acre woods
Scarier than the Heffalump
Scarier than the thing with the Black eyes
He was pure evil in disguise
He told lies

Filled with evil and guile
Christopher Robin called him a Pedofofile
It tried to seduce me
Ten minutes after my mother introduced me

I remember that ice cold June
When Mama said “We’re getting married soon"
And Disney left the room
I remember when
Larry Flint
And Hugh Hefner moved in
And H.A. Ray moved away
And Dr. Seuss and Syd Hoff
Took the Summer off

I remember seeing the door knob turn
The Pedofofile kneeled on one knee
Said he had a story he wanted to read to me
And he brought pornos to my bed
Mother Goose turned her head
Christopher Robin Fled
Curious George hid under the bed
And the hundred acre woods were
filled with dread

I remember us all gathering around
The meeting in Hundred acre woods
Christopher Robin said if I
Opened up the pornofo graphic
I could be banned for good

I asked him what’s a Pornofographic magazine
He didn't know exactly what to say
But saidt they were ten times worse
Than any blustery day

But i was curious like Curious George
I was curious like Curious George
I opened the Pornofographic magazine

I remember the woman
I saw more of her insides than a doctor
I remember the dog on top of her
But I can’t tell you what they did
And i cried out for Winnie the Pooh
I just wanted to be a kid

I remember the last time
I saw Christopher Robin
Tears rolled down his chin
he asked me why I had to
Let the pedofofile in
And it was a blustery day times ten

And I waved goodbye to Piglet
And Roo to Tigger
And the heffalump too
But Mostly I remember standing closely
To Danny the Dinosaur
He told me he would always love me
But I couldn’t slide down his back anymore

I remember 1974

2011 Dr. Seuss Poet M.e. Michael Ellis..

Copyright © Poet M.e. | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic monologue |


I move my hurtful head and stare forlorn
Over my non-existing boundary,
Where past is seen and future laughs decayed.
Here language is an unwelcome guest,
In stillness awkward, clean environment.
My eyes stay empty, yet insist and glare
Through looks of expectation all around:
“Where are the others, how long did I sleep...
Why can’t I speak, why can’t I move my legs..
Why is my vision dim, hearing askew?
Why can’t I turn my head? Where are my arms?”

A man sits here, I recognize his form:
He sat here yesterday, a week ago;
Last month he spoke, a resonated dream,
His hand on mine, his eyes a kindly blue.
He speaks in words I cannot figure out!
Expressions intimate, yet challenging
For memory and body, still it feels
I’ll understand if only I will try.
He speaks and smiles, his mellifluous voice
Reaches inside where tears are made of salt;
And I reach out for him, he takes my hand.

Today they let him in, my Little One.
He cried impatience loud, I heard his hurt.
He leaped and jumped, so they could not forestall
Him holding me so close in his embrace;
They cannot understand his tenderness
Needs close bodily touch and so does mine…
We used to spend our days in bitter cold
Amidst six more, all trying to survive.
The winters feasting on us in that land,
Bare and barren, forests deep and vile.
Our hearts beating as one kept us alive,
His heart I need in order to survive:
I revel in the glow of his warm shape;
I close my eyes, a fetus in his love

They moved me to a country far away.
The mountains here are high, the glaciers white.
The people speak a language I don’t know,
But languages are easy to be learned.
They’re friendly and not curious which is good,
Because I have no answers, what to say
If someone asks what I am doing here,
Or why I wheel a chair instead of walk,
Or how I come to twitch so strange and tic?
I don’t speak one word they can understand!
Their world is one of beauty, yet I long
For people that I know, companionship.
If I must be alone till end of times,
I’d rather not be here, or anywhere…

If there is something good in this strange world,
Don’t take it away, allow some of it,
Give an example, how do I fit in?
Allow the means to find my value here,
Teach me why waking up was worth a dime,
Why every second here is not in vain.
I will have life, my family, they say,
Is waiting for me, but I can’t believe
They want me back, they once gave me away...
I rather stay with people that are nice...
Make every moment count while I have time.

I have my hands, some paper and a pen.
Today I start to set right what was done
To us, to give us back our pride, so cruel
Taken, so brutally, by evil men
Who thought us nothing but commodities.
Their crimes be judged, these torturers of youth,
Who lust and kill, who do not feel regret,
See other people as their rightful herd….
Their days in court will end in prison time,
More than their days spent on this cruel world.
My hands will talk, my language powerful.
I’ll write and turn my words to prisons strong,
To keep their vile intentions far away.
Our gilded cage will open wide and free.
This is the first day of my life. This is...
Day ME!


Bio, written in Iambic Pentameter Blank Verse
March 24, 2017
Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |


They always tell you, you are strong, Time and again. While you know they are dead wrong, Through your pain. You never had a decent choice, Had to disappear. No free will, no life, no voice, Just hurt and fear. You never knew the tiger in you, He slept too long. Until he roared you had no clue You became so strong. *** With searing rage you flee the cage, You free your mind, And let despair turn into rage, And then you find There is a world outside that hell For you to roam. Turn into stories you can tell, You can go home. They used to tell you, you are strong, Time and again. And now you know they were not wrong... You beat your pain. *** January 28, 2017 © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Bio |

Daddy's Dime

I was three the first time i remember 
seeing mamas bedroom walls 
springtime colors on her quilt 
Though it really could of been December 

I don't remember much at all 
I have to thank god for that 
except for his soft footsteps down the hall 
not Gods cause he was still asleep 
I didn't know enough to be afraid,  YET 

He came in the room, that's when I still loved him 
then I was on the bed, daddy loves you 
daddy saying shh shh, don't talk 
we're hiding from mama, I giggled 

and then the pain, stop it shaunda, be quiet 
be a quiet girl and I'll give you a dime 
I didn't like it one bit or the sounds either 
I turned my head and saw mamas messy shoes in her closet 

I loved mamas shoes and I always put them in a row 
in her closet nice and neat 
she always gave me a nickel and said very good Shaunda 
that's  when I still loved her 
and she still loved me 

I watched the shoes through the pain thinking 
when daddies done I'm gonna straighten those shoes 
all in a row so mama will give me a nickel 
and why do dimes hurt so bad 

All this running through my head laying on her bed 
while the sounds and the pain intermingle 
in my body and mind while wondering 
why Karrie gets to go to school 
and why oh why can't I be five too 

Ahh. The joy of childhood memories uncensored

Copyright © shaunda lindsay | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |


I cannot stand your presence for another day,
You have ruined me in every possible way,
All this hidden pain inside was caused by you,
My tears were invisible, so you never knew.

You abused me daily with your uncaring words,
I ignored it and pretended like it was unheard,
You continued to prey on me without seeing,
That those words were hurting my every feeling.

I lived my life believing what you had said,
Your voice constantly echoing in my head,
I could not be myself because of you,
See the damage that you put me through.

Over the past few months something changed,
As my once sad thoughts were rearranged,
I have found friends who brighten up my days,
They have changed my life in so many ways.

My friends are encouraging me to just be,
I will never be like you, don't you see,
Now finally free my voice can be heard,
There is positivity coming from my every word.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Bio |

Morning Dew

       Morning Dew

Does no one hear depth of this darkness
Of it's presence within our mist
So heavy it rains on the Glory of life
We choose to let it be
Not to see 
Words of choice
To hide it from display
It will grow
From seed 
To plant 
To tree
It's roots of hate have already captured some 
I thought these souls were safe from harm
But now they have joined and seem bound to the roots that have entangled them
No where 
To run 
To hide
The daylight grows darker daily as it struggles to survive 
How can mankind repeat these atrocities over an over
Justifying their hate in any form 
We have learned nothing
For our young we create the gift
Of hope
Of love
So wondrous in the  morning dew
Why have we chosen again and again to Let the darkness rule our days.....

Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

Just Like A Child Without Borders

Just like a child I toss pebbles in the stream Each pebble is a wish Every ripple is my dream I dream of running freely my face against the wind Hear it's million voices and the cicadas sing. I dream of climbing treetops to a majestic world a world of happy faces where everyone 's a friend. I dream of sharing cookies with those we' ve made come poor I dream to share hot milk where we've created war. Just like a child I wait for falling raindrops to cleanse away dry mud Mud that turned in mountains of an untraveled path. Mud molding the borders so innocent can't pass Why do we refuse them when they are one of us ? Just like a child I forget the bruises all over my knees I dance into the moonlight along with flowing leaves. I return to my place with a kite still soaring high but cannot lay in my bed while others sleep outside. How can I be hopeful when innocence 's not pure When lonely tears are prescribed treatments without cure Just like a child I toss pebbles in the stream Each pebble is a wish Every ripple is my dream .
Dedicated to the men, women , and children , leaving their countries, , their homes, trying to find a safe place to stay, to escape war , yet still behind boarders . P.S - When I say We , I mean it - For our countries, our politicians, and our voices - We can do better.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |

The Stray

There was a little dog one day,
Who ambled on his aimless way.
He didn't have a house or home:
A doggy bed or fine meat bone.

His coat was mats and full of fleas.
He owned no boy to try and please.
Near garbage bin was where he sat,
Along with one sad, homeless cat.

His human threw him out you see.
This person wasn't you or me.
For we would never be so cruel,
Or act like some poor, heartless fool.

The winter came and with it cold.
Dog's airy ways were put on hold.
He shivered in the dark of night:
A sad, pathetic, needy sight.

And then a storm blew in with snow.
It left dog with no place to go.
He sat and whined beside the road,
For someone kind to lift his load.

Then came a car -- slow passing by.
A young boy warm and loved inside.
He saw the freezing, half grown pup 
And begged they stop and pick him up.

The winter passed and next the spring.
Now please behold a wondrous thing.
A boy and dog romp on the grass.
All mats and fleas now in the past.

It's joy and love and fun we see. 
The way that God meant it should be.
Both run and play, all pain now past;
This bond of dog and boy shall last.

The sad thing is allotted time
Of man and dog will just not rhyme.
The boy will know sad loss of friend,
Long years before his own sure end.

Then in a time that's yet to be,
They'll reunite both young and free.
Forever will their bond go on,
In timeless sunsets, countless dawns.

© 2015 Diane Lefebvre

Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Maltese Maiden

There was once a maiden who lived by the sea with lustrous lips that dried too soon like early dew perched on a tree . She once was beautiful with skin so fair A veil of lilacs covered her hair. Her eyes the brightest of moonglow beams Her voice, a drifting wave on a late night breeze. Her dimpled smile lit each dark alley Her carefree spirit reached every valley. This little maiden had never married though noble blood her womb has carried. Undressed from innocence, her tender flesh has felt the warmth of drunken breath. His fingertips exposed her neck and then trailed down along her back. She couldn't move, She couldn't scream At last, She ran not to be seen. She ran so fast to be set free She raised her son, lone by the sea.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

The tire swing

A tire swing hanging from a willow tree
barely swaying to and fro
my small feet sweep
and kick up dirt 
on the ground beneath and below.
Under a cold damp gray sky
safety is found here in the yard
from the darkness of the house
and the many things
I want to forget and discard.
As the rope holds my weight
my little mind is lost
too young to grasp the damage 
or understand the cost.
I am the master of holding back tears
a lump keeps words from escaping
I scream silently inside 
keeping my thoughts from shaping.
Slowly the motion rocks my fear to sleep
and I come back to where I came
imagination takes over
burying sad places
in my little frame.
My thoughts set free to run with wonder
oh how I love this tree 
that I'm under.
Peace found while floating in a soft rubber tire
dark soul lit again 
twirling under and
higher and higher.
Like scars that fade but never go away
rope has left a mark still Imprinted on the tree limb
In that yard


Copyright © Lee Carter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

The Punching Bag - Through the Eyes of a Child

The Punching Bag - Through the Eyes of a Child
Each day the pattern was the same, for all Dad’s shortcomings, my Mom got the blame. WHACK! He cursed her for all his lost dreams… WHACK! For missed opportunities, and failed schemes. WHACK! Dad would hit his punching bag again, to release all his pent-up frustration and pain.
When he felt inadequate and couldn’t cope with life, he resorted to battering Mom, his “beloved” wife. Of course, it was always her fault that things were bad; so he made her suffer for all the troubles he had. Inflicting her with insults, black-eyes, concussions, and cuts, he claimed that she deserved them because she was like all sluts.
Craftily he played on her bully-enforced meekness, getting down on his knees to beg for her forgiveness. Moods swinging like a pendulum from night to day, his promises were empty - he would never change his vile ways. Predictably, he continued to torment her as he pleased, degrading and abusing her…he never ceased.
He figured low self-esteem would prevent Mom from leaving; and that she was a nobody, he really had her believing. He was oh so convinced that needed audacity she lacked, to ever think of opposing him, or of fighting him back. Besides, with no family around, no job, and no dough, he smugly concluded that she had no place else to go.
God knows she was weary of existing in this hell on earth; and I was tired of seeing her endure all that unbearable hurt. I had had enough of being terrified by that despicable monster, who had ruined her and made our lives an utter disaster. After convincing Mom that inevitably I’d suffer the same fate, one night, we finally escaped to a shelter before it was too late.
8-31-2015 *** (Note: Thank God, nothing like this ever happened to me. But this piece is dedicated to those many women and their children who are victims of domestic violence. According to Domestic Violence Statistics, around the world, at least one in every three women has been beaten, coerced into sex or otherwise abused during her lifetime. Most often, the abuser is a member of her own family. Based on reports from 10 countries, between 55 percent and 95 percent of women, who had been physically abused by their partners, had never contacted non-governmental organizations, shelters, or the police for help.

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Stolen Youth

I took a stroll around my mind today
And there I found images, visions at play:
I saw a child, happy carefree
I somehow knew that child wasn’t me
More of a hope, a dream that never came true
That dream, that illusion was shattered by you
I saw a teen innocent naive
For that misled youth I often grieve
I see a bride and her husband to be
But for me that door’s locked and you hold the key
I see the life I should have know
The type of environment in which I should have grown
You’ve taken so very much from my life, 
From my sister, your daughter, my mother, your wife
You’ve haunted my days and tortured my nights
To the memories you leave me I can put up no fight.
I will never forgive you for the pain that you’ve caused
The whole of my life has been slowed down or paused
I only hope that one day I’ll see
How to trust again and learn to be me


April is child abuse awareness month.
According to Ofsted, 3 children die every week from child abuse in the UK and Wales

Copyright © Kat Crane | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |

Where echoes hide

Negativity echoes in the distressed and disillusioned mind
Crashing like Tsunami waves beating you in time

I am no good...                                I am no good...

I am no good...                                I am no good...

Words echo in my mind!                   Words echo in my mind!

Negativity echoes in the distressed and disillusioned mind
Crashing like Tsunami waves beating you in time

I am no good...                                I am no good...

I am no good...                                I am no good...

No inner peace can I find.                 No inner peace can I find.

Empty recesses in the mind, amplify recorded tunes of abuse
Allowing discordant reverberations in a mind obtuse.

What's wrong with you?                    What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you?                    What's wrong with you?

I ask myself                                     I ask myself

I ask myself                                     I ask myself

Empty recesses in the mind, amplify recorded tunes of abuse
Allowing discordant reverberations in a mind obtuse.

Words echo in my mind                    Words echo in my mind

Words echo in my mind                    Words echo in my mind

Negativity echoes in the distressed and disillusioned mind
Crashing like Tsunami waves beating you in time
Empty recesses in the mind, amplify recorded tunes of abuse
Allowing discordant reverberations in a mind obtuse.

Change the channel! Do it now! Before you die inside!
Don't allow negativity to grow in the hollows of your mind
That's the place where malevolent echoes hide.

December 09,2015

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Suplicant Child

(Twirling the rosary beads between her for-finger and her thumb she holds the crystal 
Necklace to the window and squints in the sun)
"Hail Mary full of grace, can you show me your face oh please so I can talk to you 
Bout Mamma.  She get sick went to the hospitable and I miss her a lot  
Dad says I need to take care of the house and do the dishes but I can’t do the tall ones  
The udder day I broke the salad bowl.  I cried …..Could you fix mamma’s chest so her heart don’t need the machine and she don’t have to stay in that awful white hospitable wit the smelly indefectant. Mamma says you hear every thing, 
Hail Mary blessed is die room and baby Jesus in it, " 

(In the kitchen two men are getting drunk on home made wine, one clonks down to the cellar to refill the wine carafe while the other staggers towards her room)

"Please Mother Mary make him go away, and make daddy run out of wine so Uncle 
Has to go home to Zia, cuz she’s mad when he does things"
(She slides underneath the bed and sticks the necklace over her head holding the crucifix to a tattered scapular, on heaving chest,)

"Please make him go away, please make him go away, or make his heart break up too sorry Mudder Mary, I just peed my pants cuz I’m scared "

(The fades walls lay silent as a bust of the Blessed Virgin Mary hangs over her 
bed, she is crying tears of blood, it's a sign of her deep compassion and her brokenness)

The End 

PS: As I recall this experience, it isn't so much the words I uttered that bite 
but the memory of the isolation I felt, not having a mother close by for protection, at a time when a child needed it most. This was a difficult poem to write, it stirred 
my soul as I wrote it, my advice to parents, stay sober for your children's sake


Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

Haunting Memories

             Haunting Memories
                         The Safety Zone

    It feels like I have wind chimes in my feet
        The tingling feeling is that intense
            Pins and needles keep pestering me
                But obedience is my best defense

                    Every single step is a painful memory
                        Of the childhood I never got to see
                            Walking on glass eggshells metaphorically
                                Watching my feet continually bleed

                                Too young to understand what was happening
                            So obediently I tried to be brave
                        Every night I had to cry myself to sleep
                    I hadn't even lived yet but wished for my grave

                Punishment handed out like it was an offering
            Like my pain was some sort of sadistic prize
        Hiding away in the backyard that covered me
    Holding my breath and closing my eyes


Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

The Wild Child

My past was violent.
My world was quaint.
They made me a demon,
instead of a saint.
My past was full of cruelty.
They called it love.
I only felt the darkness,
as they preached from above.
They said I was a sinner,
that I should change my ways.
Whilst I cried with fury,
I hoped, an end to my days.
They shackled my wrists,
and tried to warp my mind.
Telling me, in Gods love,
freedom I would find.
With pride and arrogance,
they did this to a child.
They tried to birth a sheep.
Born rather, an animal that is wild.

-Angel Fatale-

Copyright © Ryan Tyler | Year Posted 2015

Details | Bio |

Battle Of Evermore

When I was just a wee young thing 
I was taught life's lesson well    
Ere instead of childhood revelry 
mine would be a children's hell    
As a child I'd learned in life 
you choose to live or choose to die    
That for some are chosen happiness 
And for the rest to reason why    
I could weep and moan at life so cruel 
or lament in deep despair    
Would it help me if I wring my hands 
while pulling out my hair?    
Would it put me in a better place  
if I took it lying down?    
Nay, I think I would be just as dead 
if in self pity I did drown    
So I did, I think, the only thing my childish mind could do    
With the power of imagination  and a fantasy or two    
I did don a suit of honor,
I did guard o'er children's door    
And like any worthwhile soldier  
I would battle evermore    
While most children softly slumber
dreaming dreams that hold no fright    
As the children's chosen warrior
who had taken up their plight    
I did lay awake and listen 
in the darkness through the door      
For the sneaking sound his bare feet made 
down hall on linoleum floor    
As I pray to a god who was not there 
to help my battle plans go right    
Twas I alone in the dark with my Ball and Jax 
who would be waging war this night    
With my hands I stifled giggles 
my mind envisioning in the black    
Of the pain, glorious pain, to befall his feet 
as he stumbled on my Jax    
I laughed as I lay there pondering 
if the makers of this children's game    
had ever dreamed that their tiny Ball and Jax 
would one night save four girls from shame    
HUSH! I hear him coming!  
I have caught him unaware    
As his feet crossed o'er the battle lines 
I swear his scream could curl your hair    
I laughed till I cried, as he hopped while he tried    
to get away from my midnight attack    
Under the unscrewed hall light, he stood cursing the child      
who had left out her Jax in the night    
The beating was worth all the joy and the mirth    
that his dance down the hall gave that night    
After winning round one, I vowed I would fight on    
Evermore as a soldier, FIGHT ON.    
I'd decided as a very young child of abuse, that I would never go down without a fight.    
I spent my entire childhood and teenage years in a silent battle with my father.    
A battle never spoken of, but a battle none the less.

Copyright © shaunda lindsay | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epic |

Victim or Predator

He had watched her for two years
patiently waiting for her to grow up.
He knew all her movements, what
made her laugh, all of her moods.

Soon now it would be time, their time
together. She would be fifteen tomorrow.
He talked to her in his mind and heard her
answering him, telling him soon, very soon.

He had everything ready, matching clothes
to those she wore, the same shoes, even
her old doll that she had long forgotten.
Her room decorated exactly the same.

He knew she would be happy in there.
That she would soon adapt, how could
she not? They were meant to be together.
The voices had told him she was his, born
to be with him. He could not wait much longer.

The next day he waited for her in the park
as he walked his dog that looked like hers.
He saw her bouncing along towards him
and with a cry of delight she stroked the dog.

He told her it was time and saw the start of panic in her eyes. 
Stuttering she asked what he meant? It is time for you to come to me, he answered, for our life together to begin. She turned to run but he was too fast. Grabbing her he quickly subdued her. Thumb on a pressure point he forced her into his van and shackled her to the floor, and gagged her.

As he drove off he could hear her kicking and fighting to get loose and 
he thought it was not meant to be like this, why was she so afraid, he had 
told her often enough about his plans. How they would be together always.
He knew she loved him it showed in her eyes that lit up when she was happy. Many times she had smiled at him as she passed, encouraging him to build it up in his mind that she was his.

He carried her into the remote house locking the door and bolting it. 
He took her into her room and laid her on the bed. As she struggled he handcuffed her arms and legs to the bed posts so she was spread eagle 
and forced himself on her in spite of her screams and tears.

Each day when ever he visited, she would try to move away, to avoid his touch and his kisses. Why was she like this? Had she been brainwashed against him? By now she should remember him and their earlier life together.
Then like a light being lit, he realised he had been fooled, it was not her. He had ended up with yet another imposter. Why did he keep being fooled by these lookalikes? He knew there was only one thing left to do now. 
Sadly he entered her room, she smiled in welcome far too late. She
now disgusted him with her girlish wiles.

Taking the pillow he held it over her face
until her shudders stopped, and she  lay
still and silent on the bed. When it was 
dark he would carry her out and feed her
remains to the pigs who would devour every scrap.

They had done it many times before as 
each imposter tried to fool him into
believing that they were her. The wife who 
had died in childbirth twenty two years ago.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Me Myself and I

I want to keep you safe from all this harm
The shouting the hitting so you keep Calm
I am determined to stop him touching you
He never left you alone he bloody knew
Hurting you in such an ugly cruel way
I will protect you so you won’t become prey
His evil way of attacking, was because he can
I’m older now, becoming a much stronger man
The fast river between us will get  much stronger
The helpless life you gave me will be no longer
All that power you once had over that little child
I have become clever, smarter you won’t get me riled
Your accomplice was trained to be as bad as you
She was not a mother, just part of you, evil two
I will make it my only mission to keep him by me 
This is so he can feel safe & warm till I get him free
He has suffered far to long now, I will make it stop
My strength the Lord gave me will carry me forever
I am ready to conquer you, this will be my endeavour
He’s with me now so go elsewhere if you ever dare
He will be with me now, as for you I don’t care
My love is for him now that’s been waiting to share
That’s just me, myself and the world out there 

Copyright © Brian Anderson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Mommy Dearest's Little Creep

My Mother, my grace,
With a porcelain face,
Whose love I would often beseech;
Tender affection,
Compassion, protection,
For these needs, you deemed me a leech.

When I was just four 
You walked out the door.
I’d ache each time you’d depart.
No hugs on return
My face, how it burned,
One strike and my world fell apart.

Happy Birthdays for me 
I hoped they could be,
But your anger echoed and screamed.
My tears were repugnant—
Just a shoulder to land,
Was all a five-year-old dreamed.

When I was seven,
With my sister in heaven,
Is where I wished I could be.
Looking up at the sky
How I wondered why
Alone with you, she left me.

As I lay on the bed 
With my bruised beaten head,
Tears always hidden from sight,
You begged me to forgive ,
For you weren’t abusive,
Just having another bad night.

No matter the beatings 
I longed for the feelings
Of encouragement, comfort and joy.
But it wasn’t to be,
You couldn’t love me,
I did nothing for you but annoy.

At eleven years old,
You attempted to scold
With your fist to the side of my head.
And that was the last,
Your face, quite aghast:
My look could have killed you stone dead.

Though bruises they healed,
You endeavoured to wield
Your tongue to pierce this heart.
Emotion unseen;
Wonder what could have been
If I’d been special to you from the start.

Oh Mother, my grace,
With the porcelain face,
Whose love I would often beseech;
Tender affection,
Compassion, protection,
For these wants, you deemed me a leech.

How I wish you’d see me 
With the sweet mystery 
In which I once observed you.
But rancid disdain 
Will always remain
I’m the black in your rainbow hue.

24th November 2016 

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epic |

Someone please help me

  Through my eyes what do you see
  A broken frightened child is me.
  Slaps an punches I will receive
  Throughout this day was the key
  Someone   "please help me"
  Life is dark here, no sun shines
  through, only darkness follows me.
  No where to run  No where to hide
  I wish I would of died.
  Someone  "please help me"

  Pretends an Lies are this place
  Many many scars upon my face.
  Black an blue is my body
  I wish that I had somebody 
  to take this pain away.
  Someone "please help me"

  Cold an alone is my life here 
  A few years old an never told
  I love you dear,  just come here
  Momma's here.
  Broken bones are just a game
  that sometimes just takes place
  Someone "please help me"
  One blow to my skull to much
  Mommy an Daddy's final touch
  Blood over flows the floor
  An Daddy gives me just one more
  No more tears upon my face 
  My life will be forever erased 
  Someone "please find me"
  Pain an hate at only eight
  was a life for me in hell. 
  Where Mommy an Daddy
  will rot in Jail.

Copyright © anita harris | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Rusty Playground

I bent my mind around her ideas
became engrossed by playful words
Yet the thoughts were so horrific
my tears flowed and eyes were blurred 
Sandbox baby playing
laughter and childish sounds
the weight of pain enormous
as a parent's joy turned into frowns

Sandbox baby oh so precious 
is society to blame
The blur of pretty pictures
on dumb-phones adults play games
But the boogie man he's a watching
invisible to mommies sight
no one really expects him
When skies are shining bright

He snatches away her precious
a day that was filled with smiles
In the matter of just a few moments
Her sandbox baby is far from her eyes
Sobs of her desperation
as the rest hold their babies tight
thank God it wasn't them
still not a one will rest this night

The playground now seems broken
the sandcastles have turned to dust
The swings in the wind are swinging 
we watch as metal turns to rust
The ghost of sand box baby
A nightmare birthed destroyed her dream
Laughter that once had been gifted
makes way for an endless scream!

When the taker is so cruel
try not to judge the ones we see
Know that it could easily happen
pray to God not you or me
Everyone has their distractions 
pain of regret they didn't save
Watch for the distracted watchers
help sandbox baby avoid the grave!

Inspired by Casarah Nance's poem titled "Sandbox Baby" please read her outstanding piece!!

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rispetto |

Not anymore

Sitting on this bed, is large enough
Me to him, hands frantically talking
On paper, he replies: “It’s rough,
I won’t deny. One day you’re walking”.
Angry shrug, hah! Heard it all before.
Those friendly words won’t last:
“Don’t judge yourself by your past
You don’t live there anymore”

This rock, it’s cold, if creeps up spines
It refuses comfort, it’s unforgiving
Writing goodbye in a hundred lines
Past is why future is not worth living
Scared, cold, and lonely to the core
Incomprehensible words, a shadow cast:
“Don’t judge yourself by your past
You don’t live there anymore”

Wind blows my written words away
Language shattered in the wind
In the distance glows the day
In a myriad sparkles and I find
It hard to say: “I want no more”
So I turn around and go back fast
“Don’t judge yourself by your past
You don’t live there anymore”

It came so close, I was so near,
The wheels are squeaking madness
Not wanting death, but living fear
Anger, resentment, sadness.
But in my head the real words tore
And understanding there, at last:
I am done judging by my past
I don’t live there anymore!

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Come and find me in my solitude

Come and find me in my solitude
     Look for me behind closed doors
     Find me in the deepest closets
     Trembling like the cold has found me
          Under beds.
Come and find me in my solitude
     In the dark tendrils of my mind
     Help me to find me outside my prison
     The frightful demons of my nights
          And days.
Come and find me in my solitude
     Look for me and don't let go
     Hold my hand and warm me
     Force me to daylight, face myself
          Heal me.
Come and find me in my solitude
     Sit next to me and hold me
     Be here with me and don't judge me
     Be my friend, just love me, just be
          Just be.

December 5, 2016

10th place in contest:  COME AND FIND ME IN MY SOLITUDE
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Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016

Details | ABC |

Dear Mother

Dear Mother who are you?
To your children your life wasn't true.
You sent us out the door to play,
And made it a point to tell us to stay,
So you could do your cocaine,
To get rid of the struggles of your pain.

Dear Mother who are you?
You and your husband beat us black and blue.
As children all we felt was fear,
And every lash was an extra tear.
To us you constantly lied,.
And you were never there by our side.

Dear Mother who are you?
Did you not ever get the clue,
That what you were doing to us was wrong,
And in your home we didn't belong.
Your husband constantly told us to be quiet,
You should have told him to be the one to try it.

Dear Mother who are you?
Did that same man beat you too?
So ashamed you hung your head in defeat,
And let that man throw your kids in the street!
As children we felt very alone,
We were beat,
And from room to room we were thrown.

Dear Mother who are you?
Why didn't you take care of us when we had the flu?
You were to busy trying to get high,
While DFS was there telling us to say good-bye.
Was that man worth the dance and song,
That caused you to loose us for so very long?

Dear Mother who are you?
Did your father rape you to?
My step father raped me,
And that you refused to see.
He did it every night,
You said I was wrong and he was right!

Dear Mother now do you see?
How we would cry and plea!?
Now we are older,
And alot more bolder.
We can speak up and tell you,
To your children just how you were really untrue!

Copyright © Angela Nowell | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

She was only 5

She was only five and this is what
happened when she was alive

Ser dad was a drunk her mom was an addict
They always kept her locked up in the attic

Her only friend was a toy bear
and it was old and worn with patches of hair

She always talked to it when nobody was around
she layed there and hugged it with not a peep of sound

Until her parents unlocked the door
some more pain she'll have to endore

Bruise on her leg scare on her face
why would she have to be in such a horrible place

She grabs her bear and softly cries
she loves her parents but they want her to die 

She sits in the corner quiet but thinking
god why is my life always sinking

Such a bad life for a sad little kid
she got beaten and beaten for anything she did

And then one night her mom came home high
and she got beaten as the hours went by

Then her mom suddenly grabbed for a blade
it was sharp and pointy the one that she made

She thrusted the blade right in her chest
you deserve to die you worthless little pest

The mom walked out leaving the girl slowly dieing
she grabbed hey bear and again started crying

The police showed up at the small little house
and quickly barged in everything quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly opened a door
to find the little girl lieing on the floor

It must have been hard to go thourgh so much harm
but at least she died with her best friend in her arms

A child dies every day from child abuse and if you have an ounce of pity in your 
heart for little auorura and you hate child abuse do something about it and let 
them know that someone cares about them

Copyright © dillon hunt | Year Posted 2006

Details | Lyric |

I Am Not Here - Music by Mark Massey

I'm standing here upright. 
     For those I do present.
         My eyes are open wide. 
              My time and world are bent.
                   My eyes are not outside. 
                         Everything's unreal

                         The time don't move inside  
                         Where who I am is sent
                         Nothing looks quite right 

                         For every second spent
                     sparks internal fright   
                everything's unreal
           everything's unreal

I try but cannot deal
           this room's a room no more 
                     everything's unreal
                             come closer help me deal 
              help me help me heal.

    I'm frightened to the core.
    Everything's surreal.

I try but cannot deal 
                                       everything's unreal
                 I try but cannot deal 
       this room's a room no more
             come closer help me deal 
                           help me help me heal.

                       I'm frightened to the core
            everything's unreal.


Music: Mark Massey
Poem: Darren White | Year Posted 2016

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017