Best Sadwoman Poems
I just came face to face with a helpless, homeless woman in a wheel chair-
near the entrance to office depot, begging for food.
I, the useless lump with pockets dry could do nothing to better or prevent the unhappy end
in which I left.
I can only ever wonder, how we justify the waste of money,
How I was the only one to notice, who's heart went limp with pain and anguish-
while people past her by. Why was I the one? Why could I not(like magic) teleport-
a politician or C.E.O for them to explain to her, (to look into her eyes)-
why she can't have a home and a hot meal to eat in front of her.
If you bought a new tv, if you bought a new pc, if you wasted more then a dollar,
picture her starving face.
If you bought yourself a plane, your a greedy monster, think of her face.
If you feel nothing, you have my hate- following you and following you into your grave.
I spit in your direction, watch the saliva dribble down.
I want you to taste my hatred for your greed then bury you in the ground.
So people like that woman can have a home at last...
instead of begging for what we all should have.
Justify it please, say it to my face
my fist aching, it wants to see you misstep
it wants kiss your chin.
Justify your consumerism, your pointless economy,
your corporate fascism, justify it....
I want to hear your lies before I bust you down!
I want to carry the heads of wall street into a room full of homeless
and watch them celebrate at your demise.
For conscience of humanity has dissipated into a financial wreck that must be stopped
before all is lost.
That woman is probably still sitting outside that store;..... begging.
Sounds of adults shouting
Banging, footsteps, more shouting
A mans voice gets louder and louder
A woman screams
A child, about 8 or 9, a little boy
Standing in the middle of a tired kitchen
His sobs getting louder
Tears flowing down his cheeks
The shouting gets louder again
Another screams from a woman
The muffled sound of her begging the man to stop
With her screams the boy cries out louder
The little boy is now almost screaming himself
The boy stands shaking with fear
The boy looks out of place
Looks helpless in a kitchen, whilst small, around the tiny child seems huge
The kitchen door flies open
For a moment the little boy is silenced as a fat scruffy man storms into the room
The little boy screams out as the man grabs him and drags him out of the kitchen
Into the hallway and up the stairs
The little boy is bashed against walls on the way
The boy is dragged screaming by the man up the stairs
A woman grabs the boy
The man and woman struggle
The boys screams get painfully louder
The woman puts herself between the boy and the man
More shouting but the words not clear
The little boys face is full of fear
A womans hand pushes the little boy into a bedroom
The little boy crawls into a bed
Sits sobbing but he tries to hide the sound of his crying
Muffled with a teddy bear he holds tightly
He look up for a second out the window
As if searching the sky for a reason why
The little boy rocks just slightly
Shaking, his tiny lips quivering
As the sounds of adults shouting become more distant
Exhausted the little boy drifts into sleep still sat holding his toy bear
As his tears start to dry
And in sleep he finds some peace
The Woman Named Fire
The eternal woman named Fire
Eternal but not immortal
Her life remains a fragile gift
Given by God yet owned by man
Her brightness fills the dark sky
Red, yellow, blue and all colors in between
Her skin evokes romance and fear
The pit is her prison
Struggling to be free she fights a futile fight
She is held captive by remaining embers
Her fingers reach to the skies
Grabbing the air as it rushes up
Hoping to be pulled away from her torture
Rebellion fills the air with sparks and smoke
Parts of her soul being ripped away
Her pain makes her bigger and stronger as she fights
The more she fights
The more of herself is ripped away
But with all the pain
All the torture she never gives up
In the end her spirit is wasted
Destroyed by her efforts
Her body lies as a pile of graying charcoal
Her soul is just the last few whiffs of smoke
Her hopes are the last few burning embers
But alas the woman named Fire is dead
And nothing remains
I watched
I watched when I was younger, a woman lose her life
To a man, to a rock, to a knot, and never become a wife.
I watched when I was seven the most beautiful woman alive
She was oh so amazing, with big brown eyes
And two dimples at the corner of her smile
Before and now, she has walked a thousand.
I watched a woman began to hate
Herself and her life and begin to question her fate.
I watched a woman meet her prince
Only to be abused, and used at her own expense
And introduced to the “rock” of her life
That later brought on never ending strife.
I watched a little boy tie his shoestrings in a knot
A woman reach up, to cup, and feel a knot
A daughter fight back the knot in her chest
For her mom has lost her right, and now left breast
A son that was buried underneath the sun
Only to think of the “rock” because, this is where it begun.
Have you ever, met a woman before?
Yes have you ever, loved a woman before?
You wake up and see her, and run out the door
That’s my woman, that’s my strife, that’s my wife
I met my woman in a pub
Yes, met my woman in a pub
Only woman kicked out the ugly club
That’s my woman, that’s my strife, that’s my wife
She’s never been kissed by a boy
Yes never been kissed by a boy
You’ll feel compassion for her abused sex toy
That’s my woman, that’s my strife, that’s my wife
Chorus:
That’s my woman, that’s my strife, that’s my wife
You know marrying her has ruined my life
But I love her, I love her so
Raspberry Hives
The ancient man with raspberry hives
on his cheeks since childhood
will live alone no longer.
He will marry, he says,
the first woman who’ll have him.
Till now he has wanted to die
as he’s lived, alone in his room
with the radio playing,
the water in the bathtub
dripping. The drone of hours,
however, has become
the drone of years
and the ancient man with raspberry hives
on his cheeks since childhood
fears death will convert
his hives into pocks, take his body
but reject his soul.
Now he believes if he weds
the first woman who’ll have him
death will have reason,
for the first time,
to do the job right.
Donal Mahoney
Here at my level, the air cannot harm me; for I feel a presence of security
A blanket unlike no other
As it touches my skin and drifts into my pores
I realized that I was the one to blame for the hurt that was filling all of my voids
A child with no advice, an adult with no wisdom, and now a woman with hope.
As I searched under the moon for promises that my secrets left behind
I noticed that a change was due
I now refuse to go through the hurt that my tears didn't subside
I was a failure with only dreams, a berry with a bitter taste, and a mockery to all my kind
But now I am a woman, a woman with a new foundation
A woman that only the strongest can survive with
I am an all that type of girl
I am "ME"!
As the sun starts to rise
Her nightmares await
For the judge and jury
Would determine her fate
"An accident", she pleads
The courtroom was silent
As they return with their verdict
The woman was violent
"Please" she cried
"You don't understand"
As the judge gave the order
For the woman to stand
She was only gone a minute
To talk on the phone
For she never meant
To leave him alone
"Guilty", said the foreman
She didn't make a sound
For she was the reason
Her little boy drowned
The gavel sounded
As the jury had risen
The woman would spend
Her whole life in prison
Trials and tribulations
emerge in the eyes
of a woman whose life
is spared by lies.
Her shell of a soul
has been bruised by truth
and has seemingly made
this woman uncouth.
With love in her heart
and hate on her back,
she rummages through sand
to disclose what she lacks.
Fire in her veins,
bleeding from her ears,
and pain has begun
to be educed through her tears.
Slowly dying fast,
in search of relief
and desperately needing
salvage from the streets.