Best Beatings Poems

Woman in Chains
(What Man Would Abide It?)

Women throughout centuries – the softer sex.
I picture them subservient since what feels like time primordial!

What man would abide
being...

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This is my last confession; there will be no more.

I am impercipient and slow from last night's sleeping pill,
wincing away from the harshness of day.
Kitchen...

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I'm so tired of the lies

I've heard... all of these stories before...
I say...it's time to show you the door...

You're so good at... telling your lies
but,...

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I have no pearls of wisdom for you,
you wouldn’t listen in any event,
I’ll give you no advice,
no beatings will be any good either,
it’s not the...

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Cucu, maitu 

Now that am older
I seek more answers 
In the same manner I did 
Those days gone, of fetching firewood to cook a cherished...

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Are we not tired yet?
When will we feel it is time?
Time to put our feet firmly on the ground
Call ‘enough’ boldly by its name
See -...

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She wailed her way into the world...
An avatar they said, Goddess Lakshmi had taken birth...

Her parents' pride, her brother's delight...
She loved and shone her brightest...

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When I was young, I used to talk to God
in secret conversations in my head.
And I never thought that these talks were odd
no more than...

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Negativity echoes in the distressed mind
Crashing like Tsunami waves with beatings well timed

I am no good...         ...

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We went all our children
To be in land of the free
We want all our children
To be, to be
Live in a land of liberty
By our consitution...

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Dim the lights low and let me dance,
To the memory of you engraved in my brain.
As they lowered you to your palace with a timing,
My...

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      It could have been me,
      It might have been you.
    ...

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My mind freezes as a birdbath
on a chill winter night,
It cracks like glass, soon dissolves
in sun-drenching midday light.
A thought of my winter parting
completely clouds my...

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...inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate


The golden sheen had turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second...

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Been  the piece of the stage ,
seen  the life  of  the  remainings
of  the  before  one’s  also...

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