Beaten Poems - Poems about Beaten

Why don't you just quit this nonsense It's time to give up this very fight He hung from that cross early morning Until the bitter chill of the night Strangers came by to see Him None offered Him one bit of help Torn, tattered and beaten His God came to greet Him Caressed Him and saved His Son from hell ...

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I'm down on the ground, My brain starts to pound, It may not be fun, But ten seconds aren't done. 10 seconds remain. I still have time, To arise again, The timer hasnt hit ten, Time isn't my friend, 8 seconds remain. I punch hard, I kick, I choke, I feel sick. I try to yell, over the incessant chants, This is the last time, my last chance. Five...

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Off of the beaten path happiness hath not passed me by. I don't question why I live in the seasons, nature, I'm sure, has her own reasons. One day I'm a tree the next I am free to simply be a wisp o' the wind. I'll never rescind the place where I dwell, away from the swell of mortal man's...

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I didn’t want to go, to school today, I wanted to stay, and keep the bullies at bay. I’d walk to the gates, 15 minutes late, On a different route, to the one of my mate. My mummy said, that you need to go, But why should I go, when I’m feeling so low. The bullies would wait, before and after. I’d...

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A déjà vu? What can I say? I know the track so well. It is so dark yet treacherous. I am not afraid. Careful, here is a curve, it almost turns onto itself. An old oak tree stands there, just off the corner. I can smell its delicious odour or feel its sturdy trunk, its cracked bark. I hear the lower...

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It’s finally the day to come, blood mixing in. Flows like a river through oceans of sin. Long past the point where the numbness was new. Long past believing that anything’s true. Steel against flint, only flash in this night. Desperate to see but it only ignites, the gasoline soaked twisted rags in my soul. No way to stop it and nowhere to go. You can only get up til the falls...

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The wind persisted in blowing me about, whipping the willow branches with its beat. It continuously raged, a tempest storm, a force of nature that never bows in defeat. Now, its companion has soaked me through Rain has chilled me right down to the bone. It's brought weapons of hail, the size of plums, pummeling me as if it were throwing stones. My...

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Here I am at the crossroads Staring blankly at the inky dark sky Beaten to a pulp and helpless By forces of darkness Here I am lying in the pool of my emotions Clutching at every straw To maintain sanity and stability Here I am a victim of a system That dehumanises her own Here I am cloned from...

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She was Chinese and only eight years of age. On the noisy school playground,I found her. Just beaten by fists of anger, fury and rage. By a fifth-grade, tall boy,in no way demure. But that year, San Francisco decided to integrate all its great schools. I helped the girl rise from the cement ground. When integration was born, harm and incivility! Became...

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The apes are winning because they stole the fastest bike. We are trying to keep up, but I am riding a rusty trike. They are mountain climbing as fast as they can. Come on! I urge my partner. Let’s be the man! The apes are ahead, by too many laps to count. They are laughing the day away on the...

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I enjoy wandering off the beaten path not knowing the path taken nothing pressing no schedule moving slowly stopping often along the way listening to forest life melting into nature problems seem moot...

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She pretends to be alright when in truth she isn't, her smiles are fake so no one will ever know how deeply depressed she really is. All her life she has been beaten down constantly one. way or another, by her family and by life it self. Some how she always managed...

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This year the farmers are celebrating the greatest full moon harvest they ever had in the past hundred years with a special field they sowed to be reaped before the arrival of winter, in the meantime, off in the distance the church bell rings by way of a clapper who strikes the bell with a farmer's hammer signaling to the...

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morning sun makes me cry i punish myself for making her go i guess i was too anxious and too frigidly afraid all at once i guess i watched too much of a certain thing on tv and read too many thematic books afternoon sun makes me sweat i punish myself for scaring her off i wish i was way more...

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I had to be a people pleaser cus nothing pleased my mum I never got approval she made me feel so numb So I needed TLC and to hear the words “well done” It made me easy peasy I was treated like I'm dumb You’re telling me it’s my fault for being how she taught as...

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