MeToo Seeking Honest Critique Poems
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metoo seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
5th Sep 2020 4:16am
5th Sep 2020 4:16am
Pandemiclly Incorrect
It's my own fault
that I got higher than Jack did up the beanstalk
Hindsight is 20/20 even if you've been blind for years
it's easier to see far and away than it is to see near and right here
and I've had a few too many beers so to those I hold dear I say cheers
I've been consumed by the fear that consumes me and it's clear that I have consumed it
I've shedded blood tears and sweat and it ain't over yet bet
How much more can I take when enough is never enough and enough I never seem to get
Unpaid overdue dues the penalties don't offset
uninterested...
that I got higher than Jack did up the beanstalk
Hindsight is 20/20 even if you've been blind for years
it's easier to see far and away than it is to see near and right here
and I've had a few too many beers so to those I hold dear I say cheers
I've been consumed by the fear that consumes me and it's clear that I have consumed it
I've shedded blood tears and sweat and it ain't over yet bet
How much more can I take when enough is never enough and enough I never seem to get
Unpaid overdue dues the penalties don't offset
uninterested...
#depression
#heartbroken
#MeToo
#addiction
#pandemic
541 reads
6 Comments
Jermainesplain
Poem Published
26th Jul 2020 4:02am
26th Jul 2020 4:02am
Rape Sells
I tried to sell
A volume of poetry
To a certain publishing house
A few months back
I met with a representative
Who claimed her name was Darcey
She had an immense forehead
And bad Botox on her lips
She claimed she liked some of my stuff
The more visceral poems
But didn’t fully believe the rest
She didn’t trust my youthful erection at my mother’s funeral
Or the sex I had with vague consent
She told me, “look... Rape sells- but Jermaine, you are not a rapist, and we both know it”
...
A volume of poetry
To a certain publishing house
A few months back
I met with a representative
Who claimed her name was Darcey
She had an immense forehead
And bad Botox on her lips
She claimed she liked some of my stuff
The more visceral poems
But didn’t fully believe the rest
She didn’t trust my youthful erection at my mother’s funeral
Or the sex I had with vague consent
She told me, “look... Rape sells- but Jermaine, you are not a rapist, and we both know it”
...
#abuse
#MeToo
#LifeAsAWriter
#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove
552 reads
1 Comment
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Jul 2020 1:49pm
21st Jul 2020 1:49pm
revolution
poisonous in slumber's drought
I recoil inside myself
the watchers are about
they will learn very little about me
only what I chose to reveal
insidious soul snipers
vipers with a shiny veneer
anarchists with little moral
pitting one group against another
the states in upheaval
reveling in the darkness
artificial intelligence is connected to the matrix
the watchers keep track from afar
sitting back in their high towers
thinking this social injustice
this righteous indignation can't touch them
...
I recoil inside myself
the watchers are about
they will learn very little about me
only what I chose to reveal
insidious soul snipers
vipers with a shiny veneer
anarchists with little moral
pitting one group against another
the states in upheaval
reveling in the darkness
artificial intelligence is connected to the matrix
the watchers keep track from afar
sitting back in their high towers
thinking this social injustice
this righteous indignation can't touch them
...
#dark
#MeToo
#aliens #metaphor
#aliens #metaphor
483 reads
9 Comments
TheUninspiredPoet
-B.B
-B.B
Poem Published
29th Mar 2020 6:20am
29th Mar 2020 6:20am
PTSD
I have flashbacks of that day
That awful day it happened
That terrible day when he took it all away
“Please, no, don’t!”
It didn’t matter what I said
It didn’t matter as he slipped my shirt above my head
At first I tried with all my might but it didn’t matter how hard I tried to fight
He still slid off my underwear and threw them out of sight
He hit and choked me as I tried to resist
Sometimes I swear that I can still feel his hands squeezing my wrists
So then I laid there frozen
Not sure of what to do
I...
That awful day it happened
That terrible day when he took it all away
“Please, no, don’t!”
It didn’t matter what I said
It didn’t matter as he slipped my shirt above my head
At first I tried with all my might but it didn’t matter how hard I tried to fight
He still slid off my underwear and threw them out of sight
He hit and choked me as I tried to resist
Sometimes I swear that I can still feel his hands squeezing my wrists
So then I laid there frozen
Not sure of what to do
I...
#abuse
#MeToo
#PTSD
514 reads
4 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
17th Mar 2020 4:39am
17th Mar 2020 4:39am
Consent Is Sexy
Whether it's a good girl or a ratchet ass ho
It doesn't change the fact that no means no
Before there's penetration, you must get confirmation
A request plus a yes equals consent in the sex equation
There's no mistaking the mathematics even in algebraic notation
You can use charm's persuasion for inhibition's subtraction
But you'll need more than a fraction before action is produced
Being obtuse off of the juice is not an excuse
For ever making one a victim of sexual abuse
If she says no then go ahead and call it a truce ...
It doesn't change the fact that no means no
Before there's penetration, you must get confirmation
A request plus a yes equals consent in the sex equation
There's no mistaking the mathematics even in algebraic notation
You can use charm's persuasion for inhibition's subtraction
But you'll need more than a fraction before action is produced
Being obtuse off of the juice is not an excuse
For ever making one a victim of sexual abuse
If she says no then go ahead and call it a truce ...
#sex
#abuse
#MeToo
639 reads
8 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
29th Jan 2020 6:05pm
29th Jan 2020 6:05pm
Melested
i never brushed my hair
until i met her
i didn’t care
i never smothered lipstick
or powder
on my delicate face
until that stare
melicious...
did i stop it? no...
why would i replace pain
with emptiness?
just more pain
so she moved within
and held me until i
melded
into one entity
hers entirely
melting
the year was fast, but months dragged on like a heavy train on broken tracks
hidden from the world
together, never to be discovered
until a faulty track uncovered
one day...
until i met her
i didn’t care
i never smothered lipstick
or powder
on my delicate face
until that stare
melicious...
did i stop it? no...
why would i replace pain
with emptiness?
just more pain
so she moved within
and held me until i
melded
into one entity
hers entirely
melting
the year was fast, but months dragged on like a heavy train on broken tracks
hidden from the world
together, never to be discovered
until a faulty track uncovered
one day...
#dark
#abuse
#MeToo
543 reads
4 Comments
David_Macleod
14397816
14397816
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 6:47am
19th Jan 2020 6:47am
Awakenings
#sadness
#abuse
#MeToo
#suffering
#nightmares
611 reads
8 Comments
ClassyBird
Poem Published
7th Jan 2020 5:41pm
7th Jan 2020 5:41pm
Flatulence
Ooo that bubbling inside,
Ooo that scent I try to hide,
Sufficticated woman
rich with pride
I farted
now ashamed, I smiled
But if I don't
I'd probably die
From gas build up
Within my side.
Ooo that scent I try to hide,
Sufficticated woman
rich with pride
I farted
now ashamed, I smiled
But if I don't
I'd probably die
From gas build up
Within my side.
#MeToo
#nature
#bittersweet
576 reads
7 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
31st Dec 2019 10:00pm
31st Dec 2019 10:00pm
Last Day of Another Bloody Year / O'Holy Jackshits !!
the o'mighty
ill
ness
of
dis
ease, the
rem
ains
of
which are as unacceptable as slow death, shallow breathing, and
a fear far more than fright could concern itself. The sense made here
is not any variant of common sense, where commonalty brings so
much to so few, and so many times more than one would...
ill
ness
of
dis
ease, the
rem
ains
of
which are as unacceptable as slow death, shallow breathing, and
a fear far more than fright could concern itself. The sense made here
is not any variant of common sense, where commonalty brings so
much to so few, and so many times more than one would...
#MeToo
#GunControl
#utopia
#nature
#prison
494 reads
0 Comments
Fetchitnow
Poem Published
15th Nov 2019 7:26am
15th Nov 2019 7:26am
Skid Row
If it doesn’t rain, it pours
I hadn’t even finished my chores
When, I stumbled upon, your secret ways
Where you thought you could hide our stash
Have you been hiding it, for those rainy days
Well, today it’s going on a long drive, with me, ok
So now, I hope you suffer, burn and finally crash
Don’t be treating your gal, like that, or I’ll make you pay
I can’t be that bad
Compared to what you had
Gave you love and respect
Why treat me as a suspect
Been financially short of cash
Existing, officially as white trash ...
I hadn’t even finished my chores
When, I stumbled upon, your secret ways
Where you thought you could hide our stash
Have you been hiding it, for those rainy days
Well, today it’s going on a long drive, with me, ok
So now, I hope you suffer, burn and finally crash
Don’t be treating your gal, like that, or I’ll make you pay
I can’t be that bad
Compared to what you had
Gave you love and respect
Why treat me as a suspect
Been financially short of cash
Existing, officially as white trash ...
#LifeStruggles
#MeToo
#DomesticViolence
#music
#lyrics
404 reads
0 Comments
David_Macleod
14397816
14397816
Poem Published
18th Oct 2019 6:30pm
18th Oct 2019 6:30pm
Me2 Or Not Me2 - - - - "TRIGGER WARNING!"
#abuse
#oppression
#MeToo #inequality
#MeToo #inequality
539 reads
2 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
29th Sep 2019 4:32pm
29th Sep 2019 4:32pm
#MeToo Complications
Feeling light and debonair
he threw all caution to the air
and strode across the ballroom floor
to ask again to dance some more
and she said “spontaneity
frivolity and gaiety
are only fine when you’re mature -
your body-language makes me sure
your youtube moves are just a hack…”;
refusing him she turned her back
which he accepted gracefully
was now the way things have to be
for in these days of hash-me-too
one treads on eggshells with the view
that asking for a hand in dance
is fraught with...
he threw all caution to the air
and strode across the ballroom floor
to ask again to dance some more
and she said “spontaneity
frivolity and gaiety
are only fine when you’re mature -
your body-language makes me sure
your youtube moves are just a hack…”;
refusing him she turned her back
which he accepted gracefully
was now the way things have to be
for in these days of hash-me-too
one treads on eggshells with the view
that asking for a hand in dance
is fraught with...
#women
#men
#MeToo #funny
#MeToo #funny
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21 Comments
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