Sad Abuse Poems

Rainbow alliance 

On a barbed wire fence between Chile and Argentine 
hangs thousands of plastic bags, some of the bags from top shops
London, New York,...

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The locked poem of my heart
When unbound by its chains
Will reveal it's frozen secrets
Thaw them out again

All that can be mustered
Of this broken and abused...

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baby elephants stay with their mothers their whole lives
they follow them for miles, 
hiding in the maternal shade 
of large, floppy ears,
perfect for listening to...

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(FICTION, PLEASE.  It is easy for me to write in the first person, but nearly all my poems are fiction.  Please don't attribute...

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Double pain in my heart
The sad I feel tears me apart
From my our family I had to band my brother 
That would of killed our...

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I deserve it at this point,
I see it coming every time.

I know your promises are hollow,
and your love riddled with lies.

I've stayed this long just...

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You're a cannibal, baby, 
consuming pieces of my heart, 
chewing on my frailty, 
and tearing me apart, 

You're a scavenger, baby, 
overhead with your eyes...

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A troubled man held a dark guarded secret
Deep in a closet of his mind for years on end
No one knew this hidden in his anxious...

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Our relationship is oh so sad

Whatever I do, she gets real mad

She'll start screaming on high

Then she'll blacken my eye

And all of you think you've...

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All she wanted was love, but he
forgot the dreamy days of yore.
Gone were those sweet caresses,
Gone were the walks hand in hand,
Gone was any passionate...

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Being so awfully insecure
among confident people 
seems ridiculous and brittle; 
I'm very humble by nature,
it will not take me anywhere:
I'll end up gathering crumbs! 

I'm...

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If I treated people the way they treat me
How unhappy people would be.
I trust people that is my mistake
Everyone just likes to take
I give my...

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All staff and drivers please be aware,
That there are children out there who have nobody to care.

When they are on our bus we will make...

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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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In the cool of the morning,
He walks in the garden,
Calling for those he has made
To punish them
For what they cannot know
or understand

They hear his voice
And...

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