Best Abused Poems
I'll just step
very softly,
tip toe,
on this blank page.
My inner critic?
fast asleep!
Perhaps
I'll tap dance,
lightly,
while he snores.
For freedom
has a jazz band beat
...soon twirling dizzily...
Shhh!
The prison guard stirs.
9/27/2019
Yalto Poems Only Contest
Emile Pinet, Sponsor
It could have been a beautiful memory to write down
Walking hand in hand with mama
My long brown french pleats bouncing in the wind
My new red plastic boots ready to be shown.
Reaching high upon my tiptoes ...
I swung the large french brass knob back and forth
until my short chubby sweet nonna opened the door.
As soon as I saw her, my hazel eyes changed
into different shades of caramel swirl.
I am her first born niece, and her little girl.
It could have been a beautiful memory to write down
Running up those marbled tiles , gazing through the hallway
at the two dark giant iron knights . How I wish I could have been
like them , just as brave and wise.
In the busy kitchen I hugged nonna over and over again
I loved how her apple and cinnamon pies wafted ,filling Saturdays 'air.
I loved the teaspoon sounds , as the sugar in the coffee cup was stirred
It was a symphony , blissful music to my ear.
Next to mama ,in the dining room , on a padded orange rexine chair I sat
Playing snakes and ladders whilst I heard them chat.
It could have been a beautiful memory to write down
If I had not followed uncle Bob that afternoon
Along the long corridor we walked , to his room
At the far end, Inside, I was promised a delightful surprise.
The red velvet curtains He shut down. All turned dark !
The squeaky old door slammed . I could listen
to the fast rapid beating of his vacant heart.
I could feel him getting close , too close .
I could smell his stinking breath and feel his hand
It slipped hungrily , unbuttoning my innocence and collar shirt.
He pushed me down on my knees, head and face both pressed.
My lollipop lips too close to sour scents , I would never forget.
Everynight cold in my bed , I scream - Regret...
I do not want to remember, yet how can I forget
It could have been a beautiful memory to write down
But all I have is a blank page.
In that house of nonna where once I laughed and played
All there is are secrets , insecurity, my shadow and its shame.
Fiction poem inspired by Becca's contest against Child Abuse...
Not for the contest, but thanks for the inspiration.
Airbrushed and abused
There are those who make me question myself,
the picture presented, is it really that blurred
Details on the edges of watercolor dreamscapes
melt into reality out of focus and lost of depth
Airbrushed and abused beyond clarity,
to where what I see I no longer recognize
Am I really invisible or just faded from too much light
Can a dim image still shine even when darkness wields its brush
For what have I become, nothing more than an echo
slowly becoming silent as it passes by ears of little concern,
an annoying endless rhythm of distant lyrics
no longer carrying a meaning that applies,
forgotten in the chastised abyss of another’s words,
accusations in permanent ink, shredded verses
tossed to the side to disappear…
Belt in hand
Red of face
Eyes bulging into space
The children scatter every place
His temper is in full bloom
They know they will pay for it soon
Tiny hands and tear stained faces
They silently pray from their hiding places
"Someone, anyone, please come and protect them" they plead
"For if not soon they will bleed"
The father rises and calls to each one
And so it has begun
Tenatively each steps forward
Knowing their fate
With a sadistic gleam in his eye
The belt finds it's mark
On soft skin, it leaves it's stark welts
Tears flowing fast
Live rivers in spring
The terrified kids can do nothing
On and on he punishes them
Until they lay like broken toys
They lie so still
But he continues to enforce his will
There is no help
No reprieve
And worst of all
This isn't the end
Tomorrow it all begins again!
I withdraw into the dome of only me
Floating unaware through your reality.
Warm and cozy in my zombie state
To the one in the glass I won't relate.
I laugh and dance for I'm insane
Repeat your thoughts although inane.
I'll cheat this life for all eternity
Send my hapless soul to purgatory.
Incessant chatter a barbed refrain
As I swim through the waves of pain.
For all you do is talk and talk
Alone and scared I walk the walk.
Desperately I embrace my own insanity
For all I see in moments of clarity,
I'm not immune nor even above
This horror you call eternal love.
So break the glass and pour the wine
In you empty promises I'll recline.
Dear Jesus... I've Been Hurt and Abused...
I've been hurt so much...
I don't feel like "going on."
It feels like "everything I do turns out wrong."
I've been "abused and neglected
so many times."
I feel like I'm a victim "of a thousand crimes."
I've tried to talk to some people... but to no avail.
Many look at me as if "I'm destined to fail."
"Perhaps if they knew everything,
they'd extend a hand."
"If they knew what I've been through...
they'd understand."
"Dear Jesus... I hope that you'll
forgive me if I cry."
"I don't know where else to turn."
"I don't want to die!"
Please help me and my kids
to find a new life in YOU.
I really don't know anyone else I can turn to.
I've hit "rock bottom." There seems
to be no way out.
I know that you care...
and you love me beyond any doubt.
In the midst of a very
discouraging situation.
You've extended to me a "heavenly invitation."
You've opened up your heart
to me with loving arms.
And by your Spirit, you'll protect me from all harm.
You reached down and gave
to me a "special grace."
And have given me true love
and a smile on my face!
By Jim Pemberton
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It would be so very nice if hearts,
Were made of stronger stuff.
And could come back as good as new,
When they’ve been treated rough.
For many years, my heart was mine,
No others called it theirs.
The first time that I let it roam,
It came back for repairs.
I lent my only heart to him,
Expecting it would be,
As cared for and as cherished,
As it had been with me.
Last night he gave my bruised heart back,
So much the worse for wear.
No apology for breaking it,
No offer to repair.
My heart is back where it belongs,
To rest and heal and mend.
If someone asks to borrow now,
I’ll be too wise to lend.
No one shall have my heart again,
Until this fact he learns.
I’ve marked it as “Sale final,
Absolutely no returns.”
By: Joyce Johnson.
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They say the abused becomes the abuser,
but I will never turn out to be you.
Your shadows may haunt me,
but never consume.
Every scar you inflicted,
every tear you caused
has given me the strength to never fear.
Your cruelty taught me what not to become,
but it also taught me empathy.
I carry your wounds,
but not your hate,
as I refuse to conform to your twisted fate.
They say the abused becomes the abuser,
but my mind sings a different tune.
With every step,
I prove society wrong.
In healing,
I grow immensely strong.
Your ghost may haunt me time to time,
but I will never let my past dictate my future,
as in shadows deep,
my spirt climbs,
to reach beyond the pain you caused.
My heart has been used and abused
Into pieces it was broken
It broke
Couldn't function
like a person hit by the stroke
I then lost trust in love
lost hope
Couldn't cope
Sometimes got tempted
to take a rope
and end this pain
driving me insane
End this misery
causing me to break physically
and mentally
Since then my mind was never at peace
Since then my heart was never at peace
because it was used
Because it was abused.
PoeticMonwa
Being a child of isolation
Nothing looking forward too.
Fat and ugly no one liked
Hitting going on more than once
Like a black and broozed eye
Was worse on my thigh
Going home was my worse fear
Afraid of what would appear
Whips and branches hard as steal
The worst thing was the doctor bill
Growing up with no one there
Had no mother that would care
Two kids was a delight
I learned if you want to get by
You have to fight
When couples tie the nuptial knot,
They hope to leave the lonely lot.
But far too many newlyweds,
Soon realize their dream has fled.
Instead of being bone of bone,
They live as married and alone.
Feelings become easily bruised,
sparking a cycle of abuse.
The childhood wounds that failed to heal,
greatly affects the way they feel.
The hateful words hurt spouses say,
sear the soul and those old wounds flay.
When violence enters the milieu
The victim feels trapped and unfree.
Their mind is numb and thoughts unclear,
As each new day they live in fear.
The scowling stares, they take their toll,
by slowly stressing sore the soul.
The victim, anxious and depressed
Even in sleep cannot find rest.
The careless words of a dear friend,
crass counselors that do not mend,
a church not caring, callous, cold,
engender suffering untold.
Daily existence feels like hell,
as the soul shrinks to a mere shell.
And then the thoughts begin to tend,
To suicide as welcome friend.
Is there hope for this sad state,
When dreams of love explode in hate.
The God of love who made you both,
Desires to foster your growth.
Stop thinking of who is to blame,
End the name-calling and the shame.
The path to wholeness starts with you,
So, look inside and change your view.
Start looking deep inside your brain.
Explore the hurts that cause you pain.
Ask God above to soothe and heal,
And cause your heart His love to feel.
As each of you begins to heal,
And God’s great love begins to feel.
The grace of God your hearts will fuse,
You’ll love your spouse and not abuse.
If I Could Have Gotten Your Embryo
Before You Were Born
I Would Have Sheltered You Safely
and Protected Your Form ...
I'd Have Put You In My Womb
& Flowed You Knowledge Like In A Tubric
& Patted My Expanding Belly
As I Played You Music
And As You Got Ready
To Arrive From The Birth Canal
You Would've Known My Breasts
Would Be Ringing Like Welcome Bells! ...
Eager To Suckle You
Breast Feed My Own Flesh & Nourish
So You Could Grow Strong
... In Love's Encourage
I Would've Held You In Wonder
& So Close Tenderly
Amazed At This Little Bundle,
Breathing, Piece of Me ...
And When You Turned One
Or As You Sucked Your Thumb
Or Eating Baby Food Jars of Plums
... I'd Have Given You Trumpets & Drums
... And Building Alphabet Blocks
& Superman Capes
& Stuffed Teddy Bears
& Oatmeal Cookies & Grapes
I'd Have Read You Stories
From Capt. Adventure Books
You'd Have Known You Were Loved
By My Proud Mama Looks
I'd Have Spent Time With You
Showing You How To Tie Your Shoe
Rocked You If You Caught The Flu
or Any Sniffles You Went Through ...
I Would Have Played With You
& Prayed With You
From Crawling To Walking
Paved The Way For You
Yeah, I Would Have Fussed At You
& When Needed Even Spanked You Too
& I'd Meant: This Hurts Me More Than You
'Cause You're The Little Symbiot, Mama Grew
So, You Would Have Known
You Were Loved & Treasured
You Would Have Known
Your Worth Couldn't Be Measured
Nor Compared To Anyone Else
At Any Point In Time
'Cause You Are The Best
Because You Were "Mine"
* * * * * * *
But I Never Knew You
But Believe Me If I Had ...
I'd A Made Sure You Had
A Loving Mom & Dad
And You Would've Never Been Abused
Or Treated Bad ...
But From Now On Find Your Joy
To Replace What's Sad
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/12/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Amidst the cruel claws of doubt
I plunged disastrously without
Your helping hand, your soothing voice,
In spite of how you had the choice;
You've purchased now my dying breath
Through willed abuse, my cause of death.
Such shrewd abuse, the form of which
Is crude neglect and wicked word
The currency that made you rich
And turmoil that within me stirred.
Like putting out a fire by
Pretending that it isn't there,
Or heartening me as I cry
By gifting me an empty stare.
Like making my body hurt less
By handing me a pack of smokes.
In order to relieve my stress,
Lobotomize me as I choke.
The torment you've engraved in me
Through harsh, relentless, cold abuse
Does prompt one thought, that death is glee,
To which I offer no excuse.
Such cold abuse, such cold abuse
That racks my frame, my mind, my soul.
Like reassuring a recluse
By not talking to him at all.
Like swindling your warmth from me
By giving it to someone else
And forcing me to sit and see
While ice around me slowly melts.
Like lying in a manner bland
About the bullet you would take,
So that I wouldn't think "to hand
The gun to you is a mistake."
Pilfered a verse from a tricky muse
Each stanza with riddles he did infuse
Perplexed, I shuffled each line
Fusing the metric spine
Confused, my remaining wits did loose
Evil lurks behind someone's mind
No more sinister person will you find
Take an innocent and keep them bound
While the world wants them to be found.
Three young ladies lives you waste
All for your own selfish taste
Slaves to all your heart desire
While your insides burn with fire
Brutality and beatings common place
It is a total horrible disgrace
That you can take a young life
Rolling it with turmoil and strife
Lock the door and throw away the key
Forget the courts and the plea
Now it is your turn to serve time
Justice for a monster is divine.
09/05/13
So hard to believe what some people are capable of