Flower Abuse Poems

Tomorrow is not promised.
No one knows when it’s there turn to die.
Nothing lasts for ever.
useCan’t make someone love you no matter how hard you try.
Time...

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For crying out loud, the flowers are gorgeous,
Fresh, happy, young, alive, and vivacious.
Regrettably, we, humans, cut their lives short,
From time to time, from events to...

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Four walls are enticing 
Can't get out of my own head 
Who is that figure in the mirror? 
The face that haunts me 
Nimble and...

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MeanWhile?
Joe and Bill 
are on the Lolita express.
Drunk and stoned.
They are licking their lips, 
laughing,
Lifting up her little flower dress.
She’s shaking, in fear 
with tears,...

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Demons gleefully collect  traces of love 
Intrigued by intellectuals' war games 
Voicing their venomous phrases 
Over petty domestic crimes 
Rage trickles the air as...

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"A gentle pat and soft voice comforts even the frighten beast." Quote_ by poet

How many children grow up thinking that abuse is the norm,
never complaining...

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She never got spoon-fed and started licking off the knives
But knives cut her tongue
Her home is in the white spaces but not the words
You claim...

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I desire my lost bark power 
The oak heart I used to possess 
My joy hidden in the rain’s  mess  
The veiled light...

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Sometimes I'm sweet sometimes I’m sour
I am of seed and purple flower power
I can be crazy while same time sane
Tis God who gave me eccentric...

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The euphoria in the birth of innocence is one so irresistible and bittersweet
Knowing the cold harvests of the world will purge for the end
The predators...

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Another shift ends. I'm dead on my feet.
Too shagged to even eat.
The word leads (inevitably) to you...
I slipped the timesheets from work today.
Another incident occurred...
Sweetie,...

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From my abuse cast by tormented darkest nights, 
My childhood danced to my stepfather's cruel delight.
By burning my finger's and using broom handles.
Abuse's tendrils wove...

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He put his hand on my butt, at my age
Maybe I should have mooned him full of rage
'Twould be nothing like the act, he'd set...

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Busby my love..
I.never realised how much I.love you..
Until you left me with out a word..
Please tell.me where u are ..
I.am looking for you every where..
I...

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These are poems for the victims of the Nashville Covenant School shootings.


Nashville Covenant Call to Love
by Michael R. Burch

Our hearts are broken today
for our children's...

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