MeToo Seeking Honest Critique Poems
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metoo seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
stevenyprince
alysha
alysha
Poem Published
16th Jan 2022 4:28am
16th Jan 2022 4:28am
God's Jeans
I am sad.
I dont know Who to be today.
I broke all my promises to myself about "trying" and "letting go" and "being happy and healing."
I want to escape but its fucking pointless.
I feel hopeless.
I see how in the past Ive thrown all my power away.
I didn't even know what it was.
Didn't even.
That is how I got hurt in the first place.
But I am still Innocent.
I am still Forgiven.
Its just that I am also-
A lost and afraid little girl who doesn't believe anyone could ever- ...
I dont know Who to be today.
I broke all my promises to myself about "trying" and "letting go" and "being happy and healing."
I want to escape but its fucking pointless.
I feel hopeless.
I see how in the past Ive thrown all my power away.
I didn't even know what it was.
Didn't even.
That is how I got hurt in the first place.
But I am still Innocent.
I am still Forgiven.
Its just that I am also-
A lost and afraid little girl who doesn't believe anyone could ever- ...
#sadness
#sex
#abuse
#MeToo
#God
400 reads
10 Comments
_Skylark_
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2021 3:27pm
3rd Nov 2021 3:27pm
To the Man Who Stole My Innocence
With your hands around my neck
You stole more than my breath
The gold in my soul went
Along with tears unwept
With your hands clenched tight
You stole my will to fight
My conviction for flight
From a years long night
You stole my voice
My strength
My will to mend
My desire to connect
Well I’m back
On your doorstep
I’ve come
To collect.
You stole more than my breath
The gold in my soul went
Along with tears unwept
With your hands clenched tight
You stole my will to fight
My conviction for flight
From a years long night
You stole my voice
My strength
My will to mend
My desire to connect
Well I’m back
On your doorstep
I’ve come
To collect.
#abuse
#MeToo
256 reads
2 Comments
DaddyScruff
Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 8:58am
20th Oct 2021 8:58am
My Eyes Are Up Here
#women
#MeToo
#LifeStruggles #CallToAction
#LifeStruggles #CallToAction
257 reads
2 Comments
XiaoLong
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2021 8:33pm
2nd Sep 2021 8:33pm
Mother's of This Earth
The drizzling rain had left the night
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown ...
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown ...
#abuse
#MeToo
#evil
201 reads
1 Comment
Taurek
Poem Published
19th Aug 2021 1:37am
19th Aug 2021 1:37am
Someone Talked
I’m here out of necessity, baby,
why are you here?
I’m fucking with these bad
bitches trying not to
fall victim to the
#MeToo grift
as the Taliban takes
over Kabul
I just want a simple
life where I can drink and
write and still make
80K a year
#WheresJoe
who cares?
The Loser of The Year Show
Awards were coming up
soon
and he was the frontrunner
whatever ails you right
now is your fault
you drank the Kool-Aid
and now I was...
why are you here?
I’m fucking with these bad
bitches trying not to
fall victim to the
#MeToo grift
as the Taliban takes
over Kabul
I just want a simple
life where I can drink and
write and still make
80K a year
#WheresJoe
who cares?
The Loser of The Year Show
Awards were coming up
soon
and he was the frontrunner
whatever ails you right
now is your fault
you drank the Kool-Aid
and now I was...
#sex
#corruption
#MeToo
#politics
#alcohol
216 reads
2 Comments
Jadedembers
Poem Published
10th Jul 2021 2:50am
10th Jul 2021 2:50am
Predatory Affinities
Perhaps I haunted her as she haunted me.” - Daphne Du Maurier
Brutality caresses her skin
Enjoying the delicate softness
Breathing gently onto the nape of her slender neck
Allowing the wildflower scent in her beautiful hair to
Overwhelm evils sense of smell and
Invade its memory
Sensing her tense moments
Charged with fear and a dirtied arousal
Intoxicating and enchanting
The beast appreciating hunting her
Pursuing control and domination of her spirit …of what makes her who she is
Cancerous and hidden within...
Brutality caresses her skin
Enjoying the delicate softness
Breathing gently onto the nape of her slender neck
Allowing the wildflower scent in her beautiful hair to
Overwhelm evils sense of smell and
Invade its memory
Sensing her tense moments
Charged with fear and a dirtied arousal
Intoxicating and enchanting
The beast appreciating hunting her
Pursuing control and domination of her spirit …of what makes her who she is
Cancerous and hidden within...
#MeToo
#shame
#PTSD #metaphor
#PTSD #metaphor
337 reads
4 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 7:12pm
15th Jun 2021 7:12pm
Survivor
They always warn you about the men across the street, or the predators lurking at the parks with invisible puppies.
But they never warn you about the ones across the world, who can still hold so much power.
I'd met him when I was only thirteen, and now that I think of it again he must've been twenty.
I wish that someone would've noticed what was happening to me, or I would've said something.
Because even now, I still am afraid of him. When I have my bad days it is hard for me not to imagine that he isn't lurking around every dark corner of my house.
My stomach...
But they never warn you about the ones across the world, who can still hold so much power.
I'd met him when I was only thirteen, and now that I think of it again he must've been twenty.
I wish that someone would've noticed what was happening to me, or I would've said something.
Because even now, I still am afraid of him. When I have my bad days it is hard for me not to imagine that he isn't lurking around every dark corner of my house.
My stomach...
#MeToo
165 reads
1 Comment
WeesusMadimas
n1lkcj
n1lkcj
Poem Published
1st Jun 2021 2:40am
1st Jun 2021 2:40am
Injustice
#violence
#abuse
#MeToo
315 reads
3 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
12th May 2021 1:19am
12th May 2021 1:19am
Showtime
I get paid to watch Hulu and
HBO Max all day in a top
floor office with
balcony
access
when you care what
people think, it just
doesn’t work out
caring what people thought got
you a job at the same company
for 40 years after which your
pension gets taken away
because the CEO was
a greedy sex
fiend
sitting on that corporate
toilet for the third time
that day because you
thought that bacon
avocado spinach
wrap was a
full on
shit
yes,...
HBO Max all day in a top
floor office with
balcony
access
when you care what
people think, it just
doesn’t work out
caring what people thought got
you a job at the same company
for 40 years after which your
pension gets taken away
because the CEO was
a greedy sex
fiend
sitting on that corporate
toilet for the third time
that day because you
thought that bacon
avocado spinach
wrap was a
full on
shit
yes,...
#technology
#MeToo
#evil
#hell
#PopCulture
332 reads
4 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
19th Mar 2021 9:59pm
19th Mar 2021 9:59pm
Lovely Corpse
Every writer would come along with ideas, someone always suggested a character get raped. I said, ‘The thing is, that character’s already been raped.’ There was this big silence, and my boss said, “When was she last raped?” Sexual violence, violence against women, was the go-to for creating any drama. And it went on the quote wall: ‘When was she last raped?’” - From Line of Duty to The Fall: why can’t TV shows stop killing women? (Zoe Williams, The Guardian, 2021)
“Prepare your bosom for his knife.”
That’s Shakespeare, that.
Can’t argue there.
And what if it...
“Prepare your bosom for his knife.”
That’s Shakespeare, that.
Can’t argue there.
And what if it...
#MeToo
177 reads
4 Comments
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
15th Mar 2021 00:51am
15th Mar 2021 00:51am
Be a Man
How do you expect a girl to be innocent when she's been fucked over her whole life?
Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about.
We all have that one friend who's the reason I have to carry pepper spray just to go to the store.
The one who says, "bitches like that," when a woman complains about being choked.
The one who thinks he's a nice guy.
If you can't tell which friend it is, it's probably you.
Your anatomy is not what upsets me, it's how you separate me from you just by my gender.
In strength, in smarts, and in domestic living.
Like...
Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about.
We all have that one friend who's the reason I have to carry pepper spray just to go to the store.
The one who says, "bitches like that," when a woman complains about being choked.
The one who thinks he's a nice guy.
If you can't tell which friend it is, it's probably you.
Your anatomy is not what upsets me, it's how you separate me from you just by my gender.
In strength, in smarts, and in domestic living.
Like...
#women
#abuse
#MeToo
#frustration
#feminism
362 reads
3 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 3:25am
2nd Mar 2021 3:25am
Hampton Hours
This is good for me and
what my interests are
that’s only reason I would
deign to fight over it
the current culture needs
to be brutalized,
tortured, and
murdered
the snake only eats itself if
it’s guided towards it
either you’ll freeze to
death or you’ll put on
a peacoat
you win when you have
nothing to lose
you capitulate after that
your reputation was in
line next to be
besmirched
and you didn’t
give a
fuck
what my interests are
that’s only reason I would
deign to fight over it
the current culture needs
to be brutalized,
tortured, and
murdered
the snake only eats itself if
it’s guided towards it
either you’ll freeze to
death or you’ll put on
a peacoat
you win when you have
nothing to lose
you capitulate after that
your reputation was in
line next to be
besmirched
and you didn’t
give a
fuck
#murder
#MeToo
#death
#culture
#morality
196 reads
0 Comments
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