Assault Poems - Poems about Assault

Cap'n Rogers, a star-spangled gent, Whose shield off a baddie was sent. With a "Heavens to Betsy!" He'd flatten your jetski, Then apologize, "Sorry, I meant..." ©bfa031925 ...

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he said its not all men, but whilst that is true, why would you pick this precise moment to make it about you, it's not all men, but it's almost always someone we know, every woman has something she can contribute to the horror show, whether that's crossing the street because there's a man behind us, or sitting with a jacket over...

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The cavern breathes. Its walls slick with time, with damp, with secrets. It has seen centuries of footsteps, but tonight, it watches. Above, the sky stretches wide— galaxies shifting, burning, too far, too indifferent to witness what he has done. She is beneath him. Was beneath him. Her breath stolen, her body cooling, the fight long gone from her limbs. He had taken what he wanted. More than...

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A poem so moving, luring tears to fall, when our tears are formed in our hearts beating blood. With each beat those words repeat this dreaded call. Rip and tear scars of past pain causing a flood. Feelings long suppressed made brighter to recall, each stitch removed; prying petals from the bud. Yet there's healing power in water and salt! Tears cleanse,...

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I still remember the day you stole my innocence away. The world shifted— colors drained from golden light to endless shadow. It started as a simple conversation, slowly pulling me down to your basement. I was only 13 years old when you left me to walk home on shaking legs. At first, I thought I deserved it— because fear stole my words before...

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Looking Back At Trump's Capital Assault Twice From that storm-driven dark day.~ I saw rioters chanting U-S-A, U-S-A.~ And raging, raging, having their stay.~ Like wound-up robots with words to say.~ The mob-like lapped the Capital and its prey.~ Then raced through the steps of Trump's relay.~ For there they were under his spell and play.~...

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Hiding Place After the beatings your darkness was my protection. My source of comfort after the sexual assaults. Hanging clothes were a curtain against the evil. Blankets on the floor held me close and secure. As a child you were my favorite friend. My hiding place. ...

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It’s been 10 years since you last saw me. I’m softer. Matured. Unrecognizable. And yet the feeling of your roaming eyes still darkens my skin, the phantom sensations making me retch. Your vile intentions occupy a corner of my brain with no sign of conceding territory. I can’t go to the doctor lest that hotel room comes rushing back and renders me...

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There were six witnesses when the police arrived The detectives took their statements Six ethnicities were mentioned. How many perps? One Two said he had a long face; one said she had a round moon face. Eye colors mentioned were blue, black, green, brown and amber. One said he saw a dragon tattoo; no one else saw it. The detectives looked at each...

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Who takes proud credit for their fate? Whose perverse words reverberate? A person who's long shown disdain For women in his churlish brain: Someone whose true convictions are Adjudicated at the Bar. One Who's at fault for things now wrought. --------------------------- And, who complies with this assault On women's rights without a halt? The faux consevative demands Enacting state...

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Are the feelings meant to subside now you have gone? What if I still lay petrified in my bed? Is it supposed to get easier as time goes on? Cos I still carve your initials in lines of red I don't want to feel you anymore. As I hear you creep. I want to be done fighting this war, That I fight...

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When you placed your hands on the littles ones thigh, When they saw your shadow in stead of theirs, When they glanced up at you, adoration and want radiating from their eyes, There goes your rotten mind misinterpreting that, Oh how could the little one know that your heart rested a lewd demon, When you offered them a place to...

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Singing is an art So hard to understand But let me sing you a song Of a girl who was greeted by adulthood Far too soon. Her young hands tremble Under the weight of what they carry A burden she longs to unload Yet dizziness pulls her back To the very place where innocence was lost. On that bed, a faceless man ...

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STOP SENDING ME TERRORIST THREATS YOU WERE HIRED TO IMPERSONATE ME AND COMMIT FRAUD WISEGUYS ARSON MURDER CIRO GARGANO HIS BROTHER PETER GARGANO WHO FAKED THEIR DEATH TO PAY OFF CORRUPTION AS BOB MARLEY WOULD SAY SKANKNESS BACK OFF STOP CORRUPTION DATA BREACH HACKING IDENTITY FRAUD INSURANCE FRAUD MAIL FRUAD WIRE FRAUD CYBER BULLYING I...

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Sorry Ciro Gargano Boss of corruption your latest scare tactics representing queen pin gangster disciples leaders is it Man Die wisconsin woman's prison blood was everywhere after she stabbed five persons again man die female gangster disciples leaders Ciro Gargano and my abusive ex husband two arson murders sharing the same female violent offenders looking for early...

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