Rose Abuse Poems

Kensington 

Children of frustration
when dreams rose from the heap
the darkest of locations
tell white lies as they speak

open to persuasion
when abilities are weak
waves of degradation 
disturbs...

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I remember how the rose moon drizzled gold,
when stars within your eyes danced, flickering pearls,
curating a carnival of dreams untold~
while heavy skies unveiled tuscan truth,...

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My life is like a lotus blossom, blooms in adversity
       Lived in hell for many generations...walked as a sojourner...

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My jubilant latent, nascent poetic tribute to black history month

Which acknowledgement ought to be year round,
similar to altruistic, humanistic, and philanthropic
unconditional acceptance and respect
crafted with...

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* Content Warning: this poem touches on physical/emotional abuse*

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        “dabble,...

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In the realm of shadows, where secrets reside,
A tale unfolds, of joy and pain combined.
A burden so heavy, upon thy weary soul,
Where once you leaned,...

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In the journey of life, your love stands tall,
Your strength and compassion, guiding us through it all.

You're giving and beautiful, always hiding when you’re not...

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"When you look good but the world has freaked you out too much to communicate." ~ Rose McGowan 

My poem is inspired by Rose McGowan....

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“To live in hearts 
we leave behind 
is not to die.” 
Thomas Campbell 

If I could colour grey clouds of grief
I wrap them in sky's...

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When we search for answers from egotistic minds,
life is full of meaningless questions that lead us nowhere.
You sabotaged the sandman who brought me my dreams,
corrupting...

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  I was too busy getting high,
to raise my kids.
  I kept getting high,
over what I did.

  I was too busy getting...

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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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And so the world turns landscapes stay the same 

Of glens,straths and hills where water runneth as burns, 

Low mists gather leaving drops of moisture...

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I cut. 
I cut into my flesh to see the blood pool into 
Droplets, to feel the sensation of being ALIVE,
Instead of the incessant dream-like...

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I walked inside my burning home,
Gave him a second chance. 
Where even the welcoming doormat now, 
frowned upon my glance.
Broken glass, a shattered sea,
Hopes and...

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