Defiled Poems - Poems about Defiled

Soft tears stream down her stricken face, She sighs and whimpers like a child, Her heartbroken frame, one can trace, Soft tears stream down her stricken face, In sorrow's shadow, sobs take space, Wet whines and wails, she's weeping wild, Soft tears stream down her stricken face, She sighs and whimpers like a child; Soft tears...

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I’ll create my own reality, in spite of what you say A distant voice you fear the most, the hunter not the prey You wish for something then hope it’s true, and wait with fingers crossed To dump the emptiness upon my soul —your heart defiled and lost (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)...

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Has your violence taken you to places I’ve not been? Or driven you to things I’ve not seen? Was your soul mired in conflict once raised from the dead? Were your walls built to fortify excuses and blame? Have your choices been forged by damnation and fear? Did love matter at all when it cried through the...

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The sun kisses my skin. My morning begins in sin. Awoken from false desire. Do not let my soul be defiled. The hot water soothes my skin. And I touch myself in sin. Shaken by raw desire. Don't let my thoughts be defiled. The chilly air kisses my skin. My work day begins in sin. Not going at all is my desire. Do not let my...

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Has your violence taken you to places I’ve not been Or driven you to things I’ve not seen Was your soul mired in conflict once raised from the dead Were your walls built to fortify excuses and blame Have your choices been forged by damnation and fear Did love matter at all when it cried through the...

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Cans lie strewn, litter tossed away, discarded trash. Dents - defile, deform the perfect container form. Wanton abuse uncalled-for. ...

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Beguiled About Child Defiled We definitely did know that he beguiled, And had taken advantage of and defiled; How absurd, This occurred; She was minor considered to be a child. Jim Horn Roy Moore running for Senator in Alabama should drop out of race....

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I’ll create my own reality, in spite of what you say A distant voice you fear the most, —the hunter not the prey You wish for something then hope it’s true, and wait with fingers crossed To dump your emptiness upon my soul, —your heart defiled and lost (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)...

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On my bed, I lay, Good old days on my mind The bad past haunting me He tip-toed into my bedroom. My eyes stared at him, emptily My blood pressure shot up I wanted to scream for help But, he put his index finger to his lips, And urged me to be quiet. He came closer Clicked my stone-hard breasts, I shrieked, A wave of excitement...

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Sharp contrast of totems against the gathering storm clouds In graveyards of Native Americans, drums beat aloud Sounds of thundering hooves on stark prairies with tumbleweed Lightning cracks its whip, illuminating great artistry Defiled by white men tribes rest in these havens God protects But as thunderstorms approach, their way of life resurrects Ghost riders in the sky forever make...

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She was a Capulet and he a Montague Yet the moment their eyes locked, such great passion grew Scaled her balcony, professions of love to croon Juliet warned, “Swear not by the inconstant moon” Forced to elope because of a family feud Hidden love’s revelation they had to elude When Romeo’s friend Mercutio, Tybalt slew Romeo killed Tybalt and from their town...

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Silence has new meaning When you're sittting idly bye Watching someone hurt a child While listening to them cry You say it doesn't involve you That's why you hold your tongue Never trying to protect them once While they're hurting one so young You keep making up excuses But how do you sleep at night? Knowing that in another room A child sleeps with the light Too...

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Congo drums rapidly beat into the hearts of innocent wombs a mythical warrior's prized sacrifice the stolen booty of hell's pirates parted are the legs of the red sea soldier upon soldier march through oblivious to the fear of drowning from so many tears of mourning for the spirit has died flooded by the filth eroded by the stench of lust pillaged with utter brutality smiles of...

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