Best Abuser Poems
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.
shattered glass,
all over the floor.
my feet bleed,
but I still want more.
some years ago,
you started a war.
I loved you once,
never again I, swore.
you paint me evil,
but I disagree.
you disliked yourself,
and took it out on me.
these marks that you’ve left
are starting to wear.
I can’t be who you need,
but you don’t care.
shattered glass,
nothing to fall for.
a million cracks run through the pane,
& i wait for you at the door.
She's arrogant, vain, conceited and snooty
not to mention offensive, insulting and disrespectful in her duty!
How she stays on TV
is a mystery to me
of course, it's her highness, Judge Judy!
Roses are red
Violets are blue
These colors mar my face
Wait till your friends view!
*For Susan’s contest
ABUSER BEAN
Morning beams to light addiction
Brewing needs to a daily fatigued affliction
Dark brown beans of caffeine cupped in ceramic
Without brew: seems I’ll go manic
Vapour breathing cup of fragranced mist
Beckons to needy lips in frantic caffeine list
Odours burnt, smoky and oaky teasing steady sips
Frenzy of buzzing bliss on my coffee trips
Bottled, tinned or cupped I’ll keep my stash
Never to withdraw in a buzzing crash
Never fret to fill my cup
Why wait, just Fill it up
Each time alight the kettle, another hit
Whenever I please, I’ll settle to quit
In any aching addict, a heart lies thirsting
An empty cup forever searching
-Rickus Viljoen
@Facebook: Mr Writes
This guy is that low
he could parachute
out of a snakes ars*hole,
then still free fall.
adaptation of a stage joke
by the Australia comic
Les Patterson...
© Harry J Horsman 2013
I think he is going to kill me
Tomorrow I might just be history
I hear his voice
"Come out Samantha this isn't a choice!"
I peer around the corner and say
"I'm here, please please go away."
He grabs my arm and drags me forward
I want to run away but still I move toward
The man who is full of hate
The fact that he's drunk seals my fate
He slaps me across the face
I try to run, but this isn't a race
He grabs me, and throws me down
My head bounces off the ground
I try to crawl away
But he kicks me hard and there I stay
He looks me over, he seems to be done
For tonight he's had his fun
I know you well,
because I knew you well.
Children grow into what they are taught.
The constant pain from blows I fought.
Your clean shirts pressed for your nights out,
No matter if I cried with a painful pout.
Your drunken fits when you got home,
Bragging about the way you got stoned.
Putting me down because I changed,
My birthing body was all rearranged.
A pitiful family hides it all,
A short abuser who thinks he's tall.
Injustices will hold your clout,
Someday fiend you'll be found out.
Drinking more alcohol and drunk
Falling into the mud at waterfalls
Creeping in grass like a Crocodile
The parrot sung ,"
Haibo...Oh!
Booed...
Drunken...yoh!
Vooed...
Bitten the innoncent parrot like a bulldog
Veiled your face and Closed your ears in open view
Other parrot sung,"
Haibo...Oh!
Booed...
Drunken...yoh!
Vooed...
You put yourself into the trap
because of drinking
And drunk
You are Shameful
because of your druken actions.
Written February 27/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
Let this be a reminder of
How you pounded your incestuous breath
On my lips
Hands clinched to my hips
As you force fed me
Your spoiled milk
Scared from the threats you made
I played possum
As you played your dirty tricks on me
I forgive you
But Karma is a *****!
You represent the streets like only you do
But, hate the fact that you're and abuser too
You abused your children and tried to take their mother's life
Support for your domestic abuse
Law enforcement say it's a lover's quarrel, for an excuse
No one feels her pain, until he's blown out her brains
Law enforcement makes her feel she is the blame
She loved him for all she could gain
The love is gone she want him to leave
He want to stay where is children remain
An excuse they all claim
A domestic abuser who lives with no shame
His family, justice system and his ignorant new chick
Support his lame abuser tricks
No woman should ever forget
You'll be the new chick getting your butt kicked
They say I'm ruining his name
If you're a woman you should understand her pain
F**k all the shame
I gave him more than I could ever gain
It's time to move on and end all the games
Wake-up and realize you're a man
Your psycho mother needs to let go of your hand
Make him understand he's not a boy anymore
Or is he your man
I know you love him, he's your pride and joy
Talk to me as a woman an not some sick Mom
You won't separate your incestuous love for her boy
Take him home give him the love he enjoys
Playing with woman like their his toys
I must move on and he's not going to continue to ruin my life
Domestic abusers find a sick woman who likes to be beat every night
Her family was singing and laughing, blue grass music fanatics.
They were knee-slappers, land loving, happy-to-be semantics.
She ran off in the middle of the night with a sweet talking man.
He tried to take her light, delighted in putting her down into a can.
She was in a dark place, not allowed to have a thought or a song.
Everything she did was done to build him up, but it was all wrong.
He pushed and he prodded, he made fun and he put her down all the time.
Her songs were less frequent, she forgot how to smile or rhyme.
He was a mean man, a sadist, a pouter, a pig. He kept her hidden away.
She kept praying God would save her. She prayed to be rescued every day.
He told her she was stupid, dumb, never did anything correctly,
was always wrong.
She thought about her family, and their love for playing, laughing, and their song.
She wished they would find her, but he had hidden her quite well I am afraid.
She spent the rest of her life, dreaming of what she had missed,
being his slave and maid.
She tried to please him every single day, earning his displeasure, and pouts he never tried to hide.
Wolfman had her so well brainwashed,
she never realized she could have gotten away if she had tried.
If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
So why do so many people abuse it?
A good soul doesn't mind helping your needs. Giving up what they have so you can be happy.
Freely volunteering, though they don't have too. But you see it as a way to get over.
To use and take advantage, "they're too quiet, too naive" but everyone has a limit you will see. Once that line is crossed and the good soul you've offended. Anything you "need" has ended.
No it won't go down quietly, someones gonna get hurt.
And its gonna be you who gets thrown in the dirt.
Let this be a lesson, before you betray. Be honest, faithful, and everything will be okay.
Just because you can get over doesn't mean you should.
In shadows deep, they weave their cunning guise
With silver words and false, beguiling eyes
Their smiles, a mask, concealing hidden schemes
Deceptive hearts, where selfish ego secrets scream
A puppeteer of trust and empathy
Beware the charm that hides a wicked plan
For in their web, they will steal your soul
Let wisdom's light can pierce deceit's dark veil
Expose the lies, and truth at last shall prevail
Shine the light, on the darkness of silent beasts
I can lie like you wouldn’t believe,
Convince you beyond doubt,
I’ll back it up with reasons that make sense,
I’ll say it with sincerity,
Staunch and resolute,
Done so well I won’t need a defence,
I’ll play the victim,
Play the crowd,
I’ll play my part so well,
You can’t compete with me this is my show,
Your just a part I let you play,
And now that play is done,
You know this isn’t my first rodeo.
I'll play your parents play your friends,
I’ll play the public eye,
I’ll play them for their love and sentiment,
I can get away with anything because of who I am,
Because they’ll always pimp you for a settlement.
wM