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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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