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Perpetrator Poems - Poems about Perpetrator


Greatest Perpetrator

These past few years, I've tried to find your whereabouts, wishing you would return to my loving arms. But, unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way. I know I’ve grown accustomed to pain, yet I'm still afraid of what may happen next. 

I’m afraid of crossing the road; seeing all those cars makes my heart race.
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Categories: perpetrator, feelings, loss, love, missing,
Form: Prose

Innocent Perpetrator

He was accused as a predator turns out that he was the prey,
A mere bystander but accused as a culprit,
Locked up in the jail 'till his hair turns into grey.

Pleading for justice but it always sway,
Was charge into a crime he didn't commit,
He was accused as a predator turns out that he was the prey.

An
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Categories: perpetrator, betrayal, confusion, innocence, political,
Form: Villanelle



A Victim, a Perpetrator

Blood that oozes, hands that scar
Blows that begun, interminable 
A cause known, innocence forgotten
Audible screams, silenced by repetition 
Destruction chosen, fear discarded. 

Acknowledgment, does none bear
Witnesses seen, sightless to recall
Scabs that remind, require time
Console unwelcome, forgiveness unwarranted 
Impulse pursued, a pulse influenced. 

Tears dried, by tears shed
A perpetrator fallen to prey
Weakness shown through labored breath
Relent
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Categories: perpetrator, anger, conflict, death, evil,
Form: I do not know?

Imitator of Perpetrator

Malefactor of our mighty land
Guile do they practice from them, beat
Skank do they drop on our prior rand

Their soul's the people reprimand
Like flies rejecting a rust feet
Malefactor of our mighty land

Drive them from our inunct land
Like Fulani cattle being hit
Skank do they drop on our prior rand

Sweep out before broth turns our hand
Like cobwebs cleaned
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Categories: perpetrator, political,
Form: Villanelle

Perpetrator

Many thoughts on this little head of mine.
Consciousness deteriorates over the elusive time.
Losing myself as I ponder this temporary blockage.
Everything thrown off during this power outrage.
This mask I seem to hide behind.
I'm running from something that I refuse to find.
People are so easy to deceive because their eyes captivate an image.
Minds wonder through its pilgrimage.
I
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Categories: perpetrator, confusion, mystery, nostalgia, space,
Form: I do not know?




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