Child Abuse Prose Poems
These Child Abuse Prose poems are examples of poetry about Child Abuse Prose. These are the best examples of Prose Child Abuse poems written by international poets.
Abuse Victim Categories: prose, anger, child abuse, cry,
Who did you tell first?
Was your story believed?
That must have been hard for you.
Did you name the priest?
And nobody believed you?
Heartbreaking for you.
What was the...
Underworld Categories: absence, anger, child abuse,
Lovely, another successful switch?,
Or unattended informant really dead like justice?
Now If THEIR narrative s correct-
Consequently, it is incompetence too deep for words.
Retaining The Memories Categories: prose, child abuse, childhood,
When the greatest sights were those of lightning bugs on hot summer nights ...
womenaconstantbreeze Categories: prose, abuse, body, change, child
you walk into the streets,
women, a constant breeze
is he is to satisfy your lust
or to give birth,
as your mother does
fragile, weaker they are
Domestic Abuser Categories: prose, abuse, child abuse, hurt,
You represent the streets like only you do
But, hate the fact that you're and abuser too
You abused your children and tried to take their mother's...
Sunday Brunch Categories: abuse, child abuse, courage,
The same cross you nail someone else's sin to; will be the same one used to advertise you.
The day gold became more important than...
Soul of Julia Categories: prose, abuse, betrayal, child abuse,
SOUL OF JULIA
By the golden bough I watch, Julia,
through the winds of darkness.
You touch the golden leaves with your strange smile.
Where do your thoughts drift...
Child Abuse:Psychological Incest Categories: prose, dad, death, endurance, evil,
CHILD ABUSE: PSYCHOLOGICAL INCEST.
Didn't I clap when you wanted me to
when I felt like crying,
and eat more through it all
for love's sake?
Didn't I cry...
Passionately Falling Into The Abyss Categories: prose, bereavement, child abuse, confidence,
Zenith from a telescope
Chose this device at times to view the slightest hope
Fractured elements of my past seem to have their grip
For a brief...
Fate who knows Categories: prose, abuse, child abuse, death,
She was born into a world of discontent, a world of violence,
parents under the control of drugs and alcohol, there’s no family
because Categories: prose, abuse, anger, angst, child,
Who do we blame?
Surely, we are guilt-free
Our hands are clean,
So in a conversation we strive to expound a reason
A reason for the atrocities in the...
The Sand Box Categories: prose, betrayal, child abuse, childhood,
Skeletons in the children's sand box speak,
trapped in the thoughts of growing minds,
screaming out their own painful realities,
grieving for the lost who never understood
Sorry My Dear Sister Categories: abuse, child abuse, childhood,
When I think back in times anew
Consider all in stark review
about those days my Sister
scarred my heart
To recall nights I heard her cry
Whilst I did...
Categories: abuse, angst, child abuse,
destitute kid Categories: prose, boyfriend, child, child abuse,
Mom, why did you bear me?
And dad, why did you seed?
Is this all to display,
Your violent relationship,
Quarrel together for silly things;
Why you pulverize own frutex,
DREAM OF WEEDS Categories: prose, child abuse, childhood, children,
Often I mark little, untidy children in groups scrounging for something in the garbage piled up on the other side of road,
A cluster of...
sink bucket Categories: prose, child, child abuse, childhood,
A sink bucket
Today I forgot to buy milk, black coffee in the morning it is so
easy to remember the past it shines like jewels...
Future world we create for kids Categories: prose, child, child abuse, community,
Surging war country to country for dominance. Killing people for own contentment only gives learning lessons to kids and their kids. Will say this is...
Farmer Categories: prose, beautiful, betrayal, care, child
The dawn breaks with the prayer call
In the woods nearby
walking on the Earth's breast is the farmer
whose sweat would now kiss the harvest, the crops;...
The Old Container Categories: prose, abuse, boy, child, child
And how the wind howled around
the old container,
wheezed through the cracks,