Best Hellhole Poems
WHERE IS THE LOVE MAMMA...For Silent One's - Mamma Poetry Contest
Where is the love, Mamma?
Through broken Louvre blinds, you're ever watching
Rosary beads clicking prayers on repeat mode, utteri......
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Categories:
hellhole, angst, conflict, corruption, mother
Form:
Rhyme
The Bench In Central Park...On this dreary winter morning I sit on a bench in Central Park. Lost in my own
thoughts of the conversation I had with my ex-wife and her last remarks. I keep asking
myself is it my fault? Wha......
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Categories:
hellhole, angst, friendship, life, loss,
Form:
Free verse
NEW - Where is The Love Mamma - The Video...
Synopsis:
A powerful video, lyrics and music that sheds light on the devastating impact of poverty, illustrating how it fuels crime, gang violence, and psychological trauma i......
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Categories:
hellhole, anger, angst, conflict, poverty,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
BLACKIE...Me father was a collier, worked Harton off the coast
Though he rattled from the coal dust he was whiter than a ghost
But the one thing that reviled him in his God-forsaken post
Was the torment o......
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Categories:
hellhole, me, prayer, uplifting,
Form:
Epic
The Alone...(No Hope)
The alone...
oppresses me.
She settles inside of
the life she has stole,
leaving the shell of me,
as cold as stone.
Oblivion so close
I can feel it's low groan.
For......
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Categories:
hellhole, dark, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
Mom...Mom
So many words to say, so many things unspoken
where were you when all I needed was your love
and devotion?
To protect me from all the evil and darkness in this world
But instead, you decid......
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Categories:
hellhole, abuse, betrayal, child abuse,
Form:
Free verse
Poems About Poems Ii...Poems about Poems (II)
Kin
by Michael R. Burch
for Richard Moore
1.
Shrill gulls,
how like my thoughts
you, struggling, rise
to distant bliss?
the weightless blue of skies
that are no......
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Categories:
hellhole, muse, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
Tyrant Tears and Fears...Married for eleven years
It began simply, with daily tears
It wasn’t always bad
Yet on most days I felt terribly sad
The good times were great
No indication of our eventual fate
Together ......
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Categories:
hellhole, abuse, conflict, freedom, love
Form:
Narrative
Prison Life (A Collaboration With Frank Mccree)...Inmate #0459587
As an inmate I feel I'm gonna suffocate and I wanna disappear.
I'm surrounded by hate and there's much evil in the atmosphere!
Behind these steel bars, I'm all alone searching for ......
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Categories:
hellhole, angst, life, slamday, me,
Form:
Free verse
Sending Love To My Papa...Sending Love to My Papa
Underneath his multiple dark layers,
He was desperately seeking the light.
Wolves dressed in sheep’s clothing his betrayers,
Kinsman who disregarded his cruel plight.
......
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Categories:
hellhole, abuse, emotions, father, feelings,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
The Prophecy...You are just old man spinning wheels trying to live for a million years.
You are just an apple tree chopped down trying to re-root from the ground.
Your hatefulness means naught because your life i......
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Categories:
hellhole, america, bible, how i
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Cowboys In the Badlands...The red sun cuts the gray sky like a dull knife
Morning, after fighting a long fireless night
We need to get to the Hole in the Wall
The Big Horn Mountains are cold in moonlight
We robbed a ban......
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Categories:
hellhole, adventure, boy,
Form:
Rhyme
Lord Jesus...Lord Jesus, I am on bended knee
I have come to You with my plea
My heart is filled with much sadness
Lord, I'm confused with great distress
Father of my father, I pray unto Thee
to open my eye......
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Categories:
hellhole, devotion, faith, jesus,
Form:
Verse
A Wile and Away...Now, I won’t say I love you no more
-not like I could with a straight face before
I’ve already reached your rotten core
To those spaces no one cares to explore
Benefits far too lost to reap
Li......
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Categories:
hellhole, absence, confidence, conflict, goodbye,
Form:
Rhyme
Bulimia...Eat
Eat
Those words I hate
This isn’t a cry, I just hate the way it taste
as its greasy eyes and melted sun linger over the bun.
A whisper lingers in my ear, spilling hurtful little lies.
Clini......
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Categories:
hellhole, confusion,
Form:
Free verse