Prostituting Poems - Poems about Prostituting

Careless Moments

...I should have grinned when morning came
Atop posts of gaping day, with lunatics
Humming dirges of a broken world.

I remained glued to my gloom.
Rising from the pit of hell, I held
Concupiscent...

Ill Fated Address

...AN ILL-FATED ADDRESS

Being on holiday in Athens was truly the best 21st present 
my parents could have given me, stayed with my granddad,
felt great, I traveled on my own, no more an adolescent....

Philadelphia

...What would this city be like 
If no one dies tonight?
If bullets stop flying?
If innocent lives weren’t dying?
Because these streets are like a war zone
And one night you just might not make it ...

The Cost of Nigeria Governance

...The Cost of Nigeria governance
 I remember the crys of the youth 
 I remember the agony of our sisters
 I remember how we die so young 
 I remember the poverty on our streets
 I remember yes I r...

Life Is Not a Nursery Rhyme

...Life is not a nursery rhyme
Once upon a time, not too long ago
Children were safe wherever they go
Playing and skipping ‘til way after dark
Dancing and singing in the play park

Ring-a-ring-a-r...

Broken: Prostituting Herself

...“Stop! Turn around! Withdraw from the war, 
Choose another path to turn”,
Were the words I thought when I looked in her eyes, 
And all I saw was her burn,

From long lonely years of hurt, tears ...

Switching Sides

...Hollow whore’s are they that trample over the innocent,
Grabbing for power like only the unworthy would,
Prostituting for perks because they’re willing to get ed,
......................So I used t...

Regrets

...Regrets

Regrets bleeding into an endless ocean,
I discover myself falling through infinity.
Grasping, unconsciously, the reality of the world.

Icy air warms my skin.
I’ve never felt more ali...

Mayflower 2017

...The hearts of white men are silently fuming
The spirits of  angry widows steadily   grow bitter 
The bosoms of weeping mothers  open wide
While the relics of the past kept washing upon our shores....

It Just Goes To Show

...It just goes to show that you don’t know what you are talking about.
You log on each and every day to the world.wide.web thinking that you have a clue as to what is going on on this planet.
All the...

Emergent

...How can one man find
More faith in a crevasse of Siula Grande,
Than most will ever know,
Sitting beneath a pulpit on Sunday?

Dulling the truth to grow the census,
Merchants and cowards comfort...

Imperfect

...I am imperfect,
In every bit of the word,
Not capable of anything right,
Trying so hard to be good,
Or at least what the society terms as good,
Forgetting who I am,
Prostituting my integrity,
Self wo...

Mommy Why

...Molested the first fifteen years of my life. My mother remained silent the whole time. As the molesting continued all those years. Forced to live a pretend life all my childhood. Beaten and punished ...

The Road I Took

...Blame  me for the road l° took
Yes, you saw  me walk through it
But what else do you know

A choice l° made  while both eyes
Suffered from glychoma
But, l° did stare as far as l° could

It is...

Cloud 7

...1.Fill me up, I am always lacking.
Consumption, the name of the game.
The hunger devours the horse,
fattens me to the core.
I'm about to burst...
Always empty,
yet full of
loveless
fear.

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