Violation Poems - Poems about Violation

The president is charged and convicted Corrupt senators are handcuffed Greedy congressmen are imprisoned Prostitution is doomed and prohibited And the constitution is amended. The Justice department is doing its job There will be more details After the morning chronicles This is clean up time, all the morons Are locked up. It is the end. It's the end of corruption The streets are clean like the...

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Look but don’t touch I’ll lose control; My heart cannot violate parole....

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My daughter was not aware of any notification, so when a tow truck pulled up it was an indication and all because of a parking violation, her car was towed to another destination. The implication of the vehicle’s location led to an ongoing verbal altercation. Now because of the rising situation, the accusation heightened the...

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He died Today I've been praying for so long Days and weeks, months and years At last he died I run, I jump, I shout, I Scream Today I celebrate my freedom, Freedom from bondage and pain Friend or foe? I am not sure Whatever am I to call him But today I don't care I am here to...

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Border reopens After a long long time A tremendous flow of cars and people Crossing the border As though limitless No more barriers No more restrictions No more ban That doesn't mean you're totally free As an invisible barrier does exist We refuse violation of SOP We refuse violation of laws We refuse wars and terrorists We lift the ban only for the people But never the...

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All men on earth experience problems. The sources of their heavy load are the hardship, illnesses, troubles, and tragedies. In this world it's true that humans can't avoid the pain in life....

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:::::::::::::::::::::: VIOLATION All dreams were shattered why would she do this to us I can not let go ...

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Guilty by birth, A citizen by a vote A right that took centuries for women to exercise A narrative that still paints societies In two opposing colors With tension simmering underground And the quack so profound. Divisions, discord, and decadence Trust thinning frivolously With institutions systematically sidelining one end With some Colors more colorful than others, In a world they paint the same Walls. Isn’t this inexplicable,...

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I still see it when I close my eyes, hands stoking up and down my naked thighs, I can’t shake the lingering memory of the night that someone violated me. No shower seems able to make me clean, I find myself often being cross and mean, even when I fantasize in my mind, it inevitably mutates into that time… It started out as...

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a sudden Bonanza viz sexual abuse among faux Green Acres within Mayberry RFD now spells showtime for The Avengers, Batman and Robin to Get Smart take to heart (what haint no new bob bing beast), those perpetrators to forsake their Good Times yet, who determines what constitutes, and how to differentiate mere kibitzing from unwanted overtures though most people...

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Violation of my spirit I sit in stale urine, cold and hungry Oh, why do they hate me Love should have made me. Although I try not to whimper, Thirst gets to me. I hold out my hand I would love a hug not another smack. Oh, what did I do wrong, why does No one care. I used pic no. 5 Penned 26 August...

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A child is conceived in the womb of its mother, where it will be nourished, where it will grow; a place of warmth and safety. ...

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We had a secret place, Marie and I, a slabwood shack with a narrow door and a hole in the roof where the rain came in, the eaves unfinished where swallows built their nests. There was just one seat inside, a long and narrow seat boarded over, nailed there, both chair and table for little girl picnics. Behind the shack, a...

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