Best Abusing Poems

Drowning in the oppression of darkness, 
adrift in realms of the unseen and unheard,
her mind becomes blank and blind,
plummeting without sound.

Loved ones watch helplessly, unable...

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My mental health is complicated
Now euphoric, next sedated
Nightmares daily duplicated
All my friends are alienated 
Happy times? They're confiscated
Mental health is complicated 

My mental health is...

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The battles on the field are harsh and tough
The looting in their wake engorged with greed
Abundant spoils of war are not enough.
 
Atrocious in their...

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Fanatics in Talibama
stadiums of bigoted extravaganza
hopefully supporters one day held to account
for abusing children in the name
of evangelical doctrine

He assassinates foreign officials
as terrorists like to...

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Many (con)-ARTIST are drinking more than the soup
A kidnapping of the mind
Confessions/conspiracy/rounded up in groups
Interrogation on a  prowler /who's words robbed us blind
Corrupting our...

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Angels Above
A. W. Nutter

At fifteen, I was to young to become a father
At fourteen, she didn’t need to be a mother
We were old enough to...

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The battles on the field are harsh and tough
The looting in their wake engorged with greed
Abundant spoils of war are not enough.
 
Atrocious in their...

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In the shadows of my mind
There is a memory of you, laughing
Despite the pain that hung like a curtain
Shading the windows of your heart,
Stopping the...

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Adrift in silent tranquillity, admiring a
Backdrop of nature's charm and grace.
Clarion cloudless sapphire skies above
Depict the state of calmness in my mind.
Eyes admire an abundance...

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There is ice in the veins of people still giving vaccines, proven to kill.
There is ice in the veins of those creating a ministry group...

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The Punching Bag - Through the Eyes of a Child

Each day the pattern was the same,
for all Dad’s shortcomings, my Mom got the blame. 
WHACK!...

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IF GOD GIVES UP ON US

Open season
the games have begun
We be target practice
Shoot randomly
no penalty

Kill at will
...if you will
Lives don't
matter to the people
you're chanting to

Kill...

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S.S. Forever is on maiden trip
Bad luck starts abusing with ardent grip 
There is a fire burning on deck
Could now become an instant wreck
Quick action...

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This world has become so depressing 
cutting to the soul removing the rights of prayer 
everyday listening to a gestapo styled media that tells nothing...

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When we first met, I was
  caring
  sharing
  loving
to you 
 
After awhile together, you were
  abusing
  bruising
  confusing
to...

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