Best Victimised Poems
I know the power of a kind word
When feeling isolated or alone
To know someone is there for you
You are no longer on your own
Feeling victimised or vulnerable
Judged or dismissed
Ignored , mistreated
Invisible …..like you do not exist
The power behind a kind word or gesture
Is somewhat underrated
It has the strength to move mountains
Its human connection and worth understated
Categories:
victimised, encouraging, giving, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Those with two faces
force into silent secrecy
and fight against slavery
leaving me in misery
by creating mazes
Against my will
they banish
then vanish
with once cherished
but I remain still
Now lost in mazes
cannot criticise
nor compromise
I’ve been victimised
by those with two faces
Categories:
victimised, betrayal, conflict, identity, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Americans, Algerians, Australian aborigines,
Corrupt leaders of the world involved in illegal activities.
Bloodthirsty bullies brazenly bombing bystanders,
Militaries full of corrupt army commanders.
Charities for children, carers in communities,
Third world countries deprived of equal opportunities.
Doctors, dentists, drugs, disability and depression,
An angry generation full of negative aggression.
Evil egotistic eejits entering elections,
Profiteering politicians with the right connections.
Foul mouthed fools fighting over fossil fuels,
Crooked government clowns creating their own rules.
Greedy gangs gambling, goons glamorising globalisation,
A sad and unfair planet, full of frustration.
History of horrific holocausts, hate crimes, hard times,
Skull and bones, secret societies, illuminati hand signs.
Isolation, intimidation, immigration, inaccurate information,
Hiroshima and Nagasaki still suffer from radiation.
Judge and jury, jam-packed jail cells,
Relentless rebels not doing it for the medals.
Kalashnikov culture, killers keep killing,
The reality of climate change is extremely chilling.
Lame loud mouthed liars living in luxury,
Corrupt politicians should be in custody.
Microchips, machine guns, military madness in the Middle East,
The rich get richer while homelessness continues to increase.
NASA, NATO, new world order, negative nonsense,
Celebrating Columbus Day, do they have any conscience?
Outrageous organisations occupying oil fields,
Double dealing leaders involved in shady deals.
Pitiful pessimists publishing pointless propaganda,
While aids and malaria increases in Uganda.
Quality over quantity or quantity over quality,
An overused phrase that’s used too commonly.
Radicals rallying, ready for revolution,
Air, water, soil and radioactive pollution.
Sick, sadistic sinners selfishly selling slaves,
Fredrick Douglass must be turning in his grave.
Terrible terrorists taking over territories,
Religious beliefs still creating enemies.
Unconscious unkind useless United Nations,
CNN plus Fox News equals bias news stations.
Various victims viciously victimised,
Deadly missiles falling from the skies.
Wars, weapons, whistles blowers on the World Wide Web,
While others sell their souls just to become a celeb.
Categories:
victimised, planet, political, pollution, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
I've never been one to follow others like sheep
I'm not afraid to stand up for what I believe
Not loved by everyone
but I strive for goodness truth and peace
I fight against injustice
and provide a voice for those
who cannot speak
A protector of the victimised
and the weak
I may at times
swim against the tide
for what I know is right
I often make mistakes
but my conscience
is clear when I go to bed at night
Don't judge me if you don't know me
I'm not going to change for anyone but God
There's much more to me than you can see
But what ever I am
I try to be anyone else
But Me.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2012.
Categories:
victimised, introspection, me,
Form:
Free verse
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXII
IF you pull a long ME-TOO victimised face
" Look Mom ! Dirty-Ol'-Sod oggles me carriage sway ! "
" Dear Girl ! Of what use curves under pretty face ?
Be like Mona Lisa, look neither Louvre either way ! "
If you pull a long ME-TOO martyred face
" Oh, Mom, look ! He looks through under wear ! "
" Dear Child ! Eyes are made for hills and dales
On desert sands, looks stretch mirage bare ! "
If you pull a long ME-TOO bothered face
" Oh, Mom, look ! Light's changed we've right of way
My Zebra thighs cross at every stride his lurid gaze ! "
" Oh ! Ne'er you mind, for all you know he's gay ! "
If you pull a long ME-TOO frenzied face
" Oh , Mom, look ! The cad swims under my belly ! "
" Pretty Mome ! Wish not he breaststrokes to spoil grace !
The flip and the flop of diving : Not on my nelly ! "
If you must pull a long ME-TOO sacrificed face
" Oh, Mom ! That pedophile's looks drip lecherous leer ! "
" Sure, Baby ! That's the look perpetuates the human race
Yearn not for a YAHOO's horse to mate and rule us here ! "
© T. Wignesan - Paris, February 9, 2019
Categories:
victimised, daughter, desire, mother, satire,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
What is it about American divorcees
and the British Royal Family?
Alas it never ends well.
The Duke and Duchess of woke!
Harry, what were you thinking?
Harry, what have you become?
Harry, Why? Why? Why?
Harry, she’s no Princess Di.
After Michelle and Hillary and Nancy
your precious commoner bride
is the most insufferable bit-ch.
Harry, you are a spoiled brat!
Harry, you are an entitled prat!
Harry, on the Queen you shat!
Harry, Why? Why? Why?
Harry, she’s no Princess Di.
And now we have the big interview
with that infuriating Oprah
so poor Meghan Debacle can tell
us all how misconceived she is,
and how victimised she is
by her haters and her tormentors.
Girl, what a narcissist you are.
Girl, what a diva and what a liar.
Spare us all your fake tears!
Spare us all your fake fears!
Spare us your racist tales!
Spare us your lectures and rails!
God save the Queen from you
and that ginger whinger too!
O Harry, Why her? Why?
O Harry, Why? She’s no Princess Di.
Written: March 2021
Wrote this 18 months ago
but after recent pod casts
I just couldn’t help myself.
Categories:
victimised, betrayal, family, princess,
Form:
Rhyme
Mystified me, the expressions so weird;
Neither love nor acceptance
It stirred my soul, churned my mind
Why so?? bewilderment continued...
Humiliation, reprimands, insults
Discrimination, innuendo, malice
victimised the poor,the needy,the deprived
Unheard men,their voice suppressed!
Situation proliferated and protracted
Proofs to augmenting denial,disgrace and social decay.
Even in death none to commiserate!
No helping hands to lift them all.....
Never in my thought would i ever wish
to immortalise this picture of colossal wreck;
Let miracle happen and herald a tide
to wash away this plight and resurrect this all
Deep within, my soul cries, why is it real
Why is it happening???
The only solace I find is a ray of hope
that a miracle occurs and ignites a spark of resurrection ,
to mop all discrimination and vices with its gentle sweep!
Categories:
victimised, angel, art,
Form:
Free verse
Innocence so pure and free
Like children playing so happily
Holding hands signing cheerfully
Smiles so big the world can see
The happy kids we began the same
Time passes by and it all disappears
The blink of an eye darkness appears
Pure joys turned to now sudden fears
Out of control like changeable gears
The victimised adult now the majority
That infantile purity suddenly misplaced
A haze of confusion and anger are faced
Where has the joy gone in all this haste
Such bitterness one’s mouth can taste
The confused and lost we all seek for more
Like a pill of thrilling ecstasy consumed
If only this easy the world could assume
Once pure and joyous innocence to resume
Too high or enlightened to continually feud
The time to remember we are all just humans
As easy as a chill pill we all could simply take
To forget the years bitterness that built our hate
Return that pure innocence locked behind our own gate
Restoring humanity in all and seal us a good fate
The way we could all be simply happy and free
Categories:
victimised, anger, happiness, hate, life,
Form:
Free verse
A Septenary Of Paranoia
Act one (My Fears)
Hostile eyes in the snipers sight,
Familiar strangers that stalk at night.
- It's dark and the bullets hurt.
My fears ooze from my bloodstained shirt.
"I feel scared!"
(Exit courage)
Act two (My Critics)
Furtive fingers that point with scorn,
Like all the hecklers yet to be born.
- Their embryo's kick inside
My critics ridicule my fragile pride.
"I feel targeted!"
(Enter friends, lovers and enemies)
Act three (My Enemies)
Whispering corners beckon me
Into the dark chambers of insanity.
- I feel my stomach knotting,
My enemies gathering, sneering and plotting.
"I feel victimised!"
(Enemies sit with the audience)
Act four (My Loves)
Anonymous lovenotes I never read,
Depict emotions that fill my head,
- To be alone at whatever cost,
My loves, my dreams forever lost.
"I feel lonely!"
(Exit happiness)
Act five (My Friends)
Peripheral acquaintances soon agree
To acknowledge, in secret, my destiny,
- The future is a futile hope I hold,
My friends are fickle and are turning cold.
"I feel isolated!"
(Exit community)
Act six (My Faith)
Collaboration on an epic scale
Between the righteous and those that fail.
- The devil conspires with my distorted truth,
My faith, my god, my only proof.
"I hear voices!"
(Enter paranoid existence)
Act seven (My Life)
The overwhelming prejudices I try to hide
Have eliminated any remaining pride.
- Dignity has forsaken me.
My life, therefore, has taken me.
"I feel normal!"
(No encore, final bow, curtain)
The End
?
Categories:
victimised, feelings, prejudice,
Form:
Rhyme
[AFTER ALL THE INNOCENT RAPE VICTIMS.]
Ah! Cruel orchards!
Humiliates, tortures!
Until the angel comes
Beneath the abode of stars;
From the heavens mass
Revealing downwards!
Ah! Fortune on Evildoers!
Deserters,
The lusty deceivers.
Cruel dwellers
Of the cruel orchards!
Of brutal colors.
Ah! Vanish their fears!
O victimised onlookers;
Zombies! Soulless cowards!
Chained wanderers
Destroyers,
Of serene orchards!
Ah! Lonely walkers!
Egregious hunters,
Solitary Deciders
Of humanity the losers!
Good pretenders
They're Satan's worshipers!
Ah! Mental Prisoners,
Of love, home.Lethal killers
Of young flowers
Of peace seekers
Of daughters;
Of the innocent fathers!
Ah! Selfish founders
Of cruel orchards;
The hybrid murderers!
What harsh dividers
Of a human cottager's;
Love and utmost cares!
Ah! They helpless flowers
Of innocent villagers!
Tranquil believers;
Of those the betrayers.
Of false impressers.
Of the world unchivalrous!
Ah! Foreshadowed barriers
In cruel orchards,
Careful advices from gardeners
Of wild bears.
Never of those merciless evildoers
The filthy torturers!
Ah! Today I saw lamenters
Miserable mourners
Around the orchards
Of dry-soaked flowers
With caskets all fathers
Putting young flowers on those graveyards!
Categories:
victimised, dedication, imagery,
Form:
Imagism
The prettiest, piteous, pompous, chick,
A hideous, devious, worst than sick,
Weak but slick, sneakily obvious,
Suspicious yet ambitious, cautiously quick,
Treat yet trick, easily malicious,
Strain to obtain the mundane matter,
Faint from pain of abstaining chatter,
Blabber and flattered by factor inane,
Bloodstained arranged for the vainest ever,
Help her, pamper and slander in vain,
Dismal and fickle, her civil threshold,
A symbol, abysmal, a snivel she'll hold,
A goal for gold, a fold and dismissal,
So lethal, the pickle, a quibble is sold,
Was told in bold, but behold such evil,
Extraction then traction, conception proposed,
Compassion contraction, attraction imposed,
A ghost, foremost is posed as distraction,
Selection of actions, reaction composed,
A host at most while close to destruction.
Categories:
victimised, absence, conflict, vanity,
Form:
Rhyme
She was quiet young.
I still remember her smiling face.
I was new in the area.
And trying to set up my business.
I had a newborn baby,
Wife still comes to share my burden.
I got up early in the morning,
And got in late to bed.
Never thought about botheration.
Only responsibility was my ego,
Few months relation was in progress
Suddenly my neighbour gets change.
They have two shops,
Didn’t tolerate my prosperity.
They started to provoke young lads,
And offer them free alcohol,
And cigarettes, to steal
From my wife, in my absence.
I never forget
When she was victimised
On her pregnancy time,
And robbed a jacket.
It was a day of Dusehra,
A Hindu festival,
Early in the morning,
They had broken few eggs,
At my front shop door.
Diwali came and also
They wrote few Mantras at the door,
And left few dirty things,
When she comes to my shop,
Once she walked into my shop,
Always left a piece of iron
Or few red and black threads,
Customers never entered into the shop,
The whole day, I waited for them
But all in vain.
I also felt pain on my heart
I told my wife,
She also mentioned that
She is feeling a pain on her heart.
I was fully disturbed,
I Closed down my business and went away.
Few years later,
That lady went to my friend’s shop
And asked about me,
And told, ‘convey my message to him’.
‘I got blood Cancer’.
I had sold my business
Going back to Gujarat.
I worship to a Hindu God,’ Kali’
Until he left his shop,
My God Kali also didn’t spare me.
Please ask him, to excuse me.
I am no longer than six Months.
I want to die at home in India.
It is a lesson of my greed.
I teased an innocent.
Categories:
victimised, business, education, children, forgiveness,
Form:
Name
I will give my heart and soul
to acheive the ultimate goal.
A priceless prize surpassed
I will love you all regardless of race or caste.
I share this wish with all
This mere monk from Nepal
and with a solemn intent
may I hold dear those who torment.
My thoughts focused and direct
all deviations checked.
IF myself or my friends falter
I stall stand tall and not alter.
From a servant to a slave
the victimised and exploited
I shall cherish them one and all
as if i had found a precious treasure haul.
May they be sincere or insincere
or someone I once held dear
If they should cut me to the bone
thier worth I would not bemoan.
When the green eyed monster speaks
may I turn the other cheek
smile and wish him well.
His wrongs best not to dwell.
Lifes to short for angers pain.
Don't allow your life force will be drained
His troubles you gladly accept
the secret hurt you kept.
A pure mind swept clear
no place for emotions or fear
lifes concerns just an illusion
samsara a life lived in delusion.
Categories:
victimised, religion, religious,
Form:
Couplet
Voice of Agony
Beat me till they were exhausted
Scored me till they felt the pains
Heavy on their tongues, knocked
Me till they felt enough themselves
That’s how they ate up their free time
Everything good meant for me, these
Bullies seized it for their gains, life sake
Anything bad to them, they shoulder it
On my limp for I became there refuse
Bin and they sort be Queens and Kings
Anything done wrongly, vehemently I
Was pointed responsible for the wrong
Doing and all my good deed shuttered
Just neglected and ignored, days past
For all to be rotten in time... Victimised
To whom I report this tatty retention’s
Torrid times of my harsh life style awry
For father had long gone and was amid
My great great ancestors, verily disbelief
Was that my pillar was devoured by earth
In minds the question burst each day of
My lowlife, “Who-else will rescue me
From the Den of savage lions” For they
Readily printed R.I.P on the tombstone
Of the sepulchral monument which he lay
The hero of my life... In the memory of him
I can only say “ Lord as the shepherd of all
Why not give me the chance, even for once
A glance in grief at my father before your
Performed deed that no one can skip a leap.
Truly when they said misfortune favours
The orphan, my life is the evident deed of
The phrase, I brawl working my back out
For the pun no gains without pains became
My moto after the demise, the pains in vain
Like a lily amid thorns equates the life left
To reach for the sunlight I longed, resilient
In the word that was left for my poetry to
Tell the intolerable suffering bred each day
Which latter torments my soul and body...
Categories:
victimised, dad,
Form:
Free verse
Sitting by the window at the Njogu-ini Hotel
I see my new people stream by
I can see them but they can’t see me
The window is a one way mirror
So, this is how they look like
Ordinary, though filled with immense purpose
From this side of the window I can still feel their energy
They are a people focused, a people determined
That is what it on the offset seems
But I know if most of them could be stripped within
Much of what is common where I come from will be seen
They do have their fears
They too are enslaved by the system
They too do have their heartaches
They too have their poverty
The city may be defined by tall buildings
And the streets lined with beautiful cars
But I believe astutely inside
They who mostly pass on foot outside
Are victimised by the sites
Cars they can’t afford to buy
Houses they can’t afford to rent
The tall buildings are traps for their hard earned cash
The supermarkets are large and their windows are lit bright
Their purpose to lure and aptly tap
The hard earned cash of my new cosmopolitan family
I pity them
Yet I adore their energy
Categories:
victimised, introspection, life, people, places,
Form:
Narrative