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...

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It was a small school community, 
Close and cliquish, but a special one,
For physically disabled people, kids,
And so sometimes it was fun.

But we were paired informally, by the school’s ethos done,  
For those serious friendship conversations;
About disability and our societal position,
And for considering what...

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She's arrogant, vain, conceited and snooty

not to mention offensive, insulting and disrespectful in her duty!
        
        How she stays on TV
        
  ...

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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...

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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...

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Roses are red
Violets are blue
These colors mar my face
Wait till your friends view!



*For Susan’s contest...

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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...

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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 *****!...

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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...

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Intimidation traumatized by fear my ex husband a copy cat arsonist 
had begun a strange sorted affair I would say leading up to this very 
dreary day two abusive husbands both working for the same arsonist 
decades later leaving nine victims in their wake Christmas...

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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...

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in the light, bruising shadows shun
the moon and stars,
the wind who blows,
the nightly wishes – rivers of hope
seaside moments, poured out on the sand
remembering the silence
of yesterday’s sin – her secrets
no longer mute, but hesitant to tell
what has been, the truth
stirs her tears, her fears,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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