MeToo Seeking Honest Critique Poems
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metoo seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Chey
Cheyanne
Cheyanne
Poem Published
17th Oct 2018 7:20am
17th Oct 2018 7:20am
Help
You came home again and started beating me.
I'm begging you to stop.
I reached for my phone,
Trying to call for help.
You stop beating me when there is too much blood on my face.
I lay there crying and shaking.
You smashed my phone,
That was the only way I could call for help.
You throw a towel at me and scream at me for crying.
I hope that my kids can't hear you yelling at me.
You walk around me like I'm a dead puppy.
I can tell you don't know what to do now,
I can see the worry on your face.
You look down at me,...
I'm begging you to stop.
I reached for my phone,
Trying to call for help.
You stop beating me when there is too much blood on my face.
I lay there crying and shaking.
You smashed my phone,
That was the only way I could call for help.
You throw a towel at me and scream at me for crying.
I hope that my kids can't hear you yelling at me.
You walk around me like I'm a dead puppy.
I can tell you don't know what to do now,
I can see the worry on your face.
You look down at me,...
#marriage
#heartbroken
#abuse #MeToo
#abuse #MeToo
664 reads
3 Comments
DecipherMe
Poem Published
30th Sep 2018 5:36pm
30th Sep 2018 5:36pm
Concerning the Fall from the House of Cosby and Presumable Estates
J'accuse
by ugly shaft
of privileged conversation
come to bay
at the edge of life —
the words still at large.
The unzipped lashes of narrow eyes
hang the jury low the resolve of this awing life
like stinging lemon
while the Pope and pubescent eunuchs discern the facts.
College youth freeze their eggs and mate in labs,
belching shots beyond the self-authority of their careers out dark curtains
and a self-defense Burdizzo.
...
by ugly shaft
of privileged conversation
come to bay
at the edge of life —
the words still at large.
The unzipped lashes of narrow eyes
hang the jury low the resolve of this awing life
like stinging lemon
while the Pope and pubescent eunuchs discern the facts.
College youth freeze their eggs and mate in labs,
belching shots beyond the self-authority of their careers out dark curtains
and a self-defense Burdizzo.
...
#men
#conflict
#MeToo
#separation
#love
391 reads
2 Comments
Rayne
Poem Published
30th Sep 2018 00:12am
30th Sep 2018 00:12am
Survivors
That darkness claimed my soul
And I never knew
It claimed yours too.
We escaped
Yet live there still
Our minds the chaos of his will
So we wear our masks
And never tell
The truth of darkness
In which we dwell:
I don’t hate the monster
I hate myself
And I never knew
It claimed yours too.
We escaped
Yet live there still
Our minds the chaos of his will
So we wear our masks
And never tell
The truth of darkness
In which we dwell:
I don’t hate the monster
I hate myself
#sadness
#regret
#heartbroken
#abuse
#MeToo
251 reads
0 Comments
AdamAmor
Adam Amor
Adam Amor
Poem Published
17th Sep 2018 1:00pm
17th Sep 2018 1:00pm
The Villain & The Dealer
Gettin’ sh!t on like I’m The Villian,
got this queasy feeling on the line reeling,
coming undone at the same time wound up and spun,
I’m done playing but stuck at the table with The Dealer still dealing,
want to throw myself up out of myself,
can escape every position except the one I’m in,
can’t escape yourself if knowledge is wealth,
then I’m loaded & still spending my winnings,
got Karma Credit but I’m morally cash poor,
because I just fckt my girlfriend as if she was a whore,
and I feel terrible or rather horrible...
got this queasy feeling on the line reeling,
coming undone at the same time wound up and spun,
I’m done playing but stuck at the table with The Dealer still dealing,
want to throw myself up out of myself,
can escape every position except the one I’m in,
can’t escape yourself if knowledge is wealth,
then I’m loaded & still spending my winnings,
got Karma Credit but I’m morally cash poor,
because I just fckt my girlfriend as if she was a whore,
and I feel terrible or rather horrible...
#anxiety
#regret
#MeToo
#suicide
#despair
534 reads
0 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
5th Aug 2018 5:57pm
5th Aug 2018 5:57pm
Flames Burn Quietly (Third Edition)
..in grassy park
hung willow vines
weeping
at sun smiles
reflecting
over the rippled surface
of a water body
preaching
peace and silence
to anyone
with an acumen
to stop and listen
kids
taking turns at
swings
round-a-bouts
between slides-
batting eyelashes
of friendship
at each other
in the winds
that blow the smell
of...
hung willow vines
weeping
at sun smiles
reflecting
over the rippled surface
of a water body
preaching
peace and silence
to anyone
with an acumen
to stop and listen
kids
taking turns at
swings
round-a-bouts
between slides-
batting eyelashes
of friendship
at each other
in the winds
that blow the smell
of...
#MeToo
#historical
#metaphor
658 reads
9 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2018 2:40am
3rd Jun 2018 2:40am
Mean Mien Donald Trump
Former CIA Director
John Brennan scathing headlines
Washington Post op-ed sharply
published critical accusations
muted excoriation slams
Commander in Chief
volcanic blatant pathological lying
spews like lava his American
foreign policy boilerplate brazenly
bastardizes by banditry blueprint,
balefully balkanizing beautiful bracketed
booming brady bunch brand,
bests best-buy buffer braking balanced
bastion, bolstered beloved benighted
bequeathed bicameral bipartisan bliss,
Baptizing bacchanalian...
John Brennan scathing headlines
Washington Post op-ed sharply
published critical accusations
muted excoriation slams
Commander in Chief
volcanic blatant pathological lying
spews like lava his American
foreign policy boilerplate brazenly
bastardizes by banditry blueprint,
balefully balkanizing beautiful bracketed
booming brady bunch brand,
bests best-buy buffer braking balanced
bastion, bolstered beloved benighted
bequeathed bicameral bipartisan bliss,
Baptizing bacchanalian...
#MeToo
#GunControl
#MentalHealth
#HumanRights
#feminism
404 reads
1 Comment
floralii
Poem Published
28th May 2018 6:32pm
28th May 2018 6:32pm
Grasshopper (TW)
TW NONCONSENT
Burn the night
Burn the sea
Burn him out
of me....
I was just a little thing
Grasshopper, really
Burn the night
Burn the sea
Burn him out
of me...
Before I was a cats' claw
I was kitten soft
Burn the night
Burn the sea
Burn him out
of me...
While at first he seemed friendly
I soon began to envy
A world without him
Burn the night
Burn the sea
Burn him out
of me...
His horrific touch
And that sentence says...
Burn the night
Burn the sea
Burn him out
of me....
I was just a little thing
Grasshopper, really
Burn the night
Burn the sea
Burn him out
of me...
Before I was a cats' claw
I was kitten soft
Burn the night
Burn the sea
Burn him out
of me...
While at first he seemed friendly
I soon began to envy
A world without him
Burn the night
Burn the sea
Burn him out
of me...
His horrific touch
And that sentence says...
#abuse
#MeToo
530 reads
1 Comment
Quill-in-Heart
Tony Pena
Tony Pena
Poem Published
25th May 2018 4:16pm
25th May 2018 4:16pm
Marquee (de Sade)
⠀
A Hollywood cliché,
that trip from a tattered
loveseat in a clapboard
house in a tiny ass town,
to a casting couch
in a nondescript room
in some high falutin
sounding address in LA,
where the wet dreams
of well dressed demons
drown the dry dreams
of angels gussied
up on the cheap .
⠀
Upon the scent of prey,
wool suits morph
on bloated bodies
into the fur of wolves,
as quick as threadbare
sheets , hot and bloody ,
changed in a motel room
rented for thirty...
A Hollywood cliché,
that trip from a tattered
loveseat in a clapboard
house in a tiny ass town,
to a casting couch
in a nondescript room
in some high falutin
sounding address in LA,
where the wet dreams
of well dressed demons
drown the dry dreams
of angels gussied
up on the cheap .
⠀
Upon the scent of prey,
wool suits morph
on bloated bodies
into the fur of wolves,
as quick as threadbare
sheets , hot and bloody ,
changed in a motel room
rented for thirty...
#abuse
#MeToo
1004 reads
8 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
6th May 2018 6:52pm
6th May 2018 6:52pm
God's Trust Fund For The Illiterate
It Has Been Said "In God We Trust"
And There Are Those Who Say We Must ,
Yet As Money Printed Has Had That Phrase ,
I Am At A Loss And Quite Amazed ,
Considering The Power Of The Words
There Is Something I Have Not Heard
The Mention Of Money For Starving Artists
A Fund For Poets And Ones Still Illiterate
O Where O Where Is God's Trust Fund ?
I Shall Believe In You God If This Is Done !
And There Are Those Who Say We Must ,
Yet As Money Printed Has Had That Phrase ,
I Am At A Loss And Quite Amazed ,
Considering The Power Of The Words
There Is Something I Have Not Heard
The Mention Of Money For Starving Artists
A Fund For Poets And Ones Still Illiterate
O Where O Where Is God's Trust Fund ?
I Shall Believe In You God If This Is Done !
#MeToo
#CallToAction
#HumanRights
484 reads
3 Comments
Kaywrites
Poem Published
12th Apr 2018 1:26am
12th Apr 2018 1:26am
No longer quiet
I'm told to keep my mouth closed but I'm going to open it and speak the truth 🗣 my most precious gift was took by a man , a man who supposed to keep and protect me from those kinds of things ...my dad he molested me at the ages 8-10 buut I finally spoke up and everybody turned against me said I'm lying or I'm just jealous sooo while we in court I told them everything was lie so I could make everyone else happy so last year (2017) I actually decided to go through with it and tell the truth because why should I have to walk around with the stress and being disgusted with myself and...
#abuse
#MeToo
#anger #identity
#anger #identity
676 reads
4 Comments
Telltal3
Poem Published
6th Apr 2018 4:43am
6th Apr 2018 4:43am
Not perfect
First of all I am not perfect,
I was a planned mistake and everytime my head hits the pillow I lie awake,
From Jailed thrice to hospitalized twice over substance I lacked but chose,
I suppose everything just went like 1,2,3 now let me tell you what that means to me,
That’s one overdose, two friends that lost their life one to gunplay one to vice,
And the thrice is my rooms because I need three,
Na, SAA and AA respectively,
So as I sit and scribble on the back of this integrated family service envelope,
I hope theirs something mutual in you I might have...
I was a planned mistake and everytime my head hits the pillow I lie awake,
From Jailed thrice to hospitalized twice over substance I lacked but chose,
I suppose everything just went like 1,2,3 now let me tell you what that means to me,
That’s one overdose, two friends that lost their life one to gunplay one to vice,
And the thrice is my rooms because I need three,
Na, SAA and AA respectively,
So as I sit and scribble on the back of this integrated family service envelope,
I hope theirs something mutual in you I might have...
#MeToo
545 reads
0 Comments
Rachelleundrgrd
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2018 1:37pm
2nd Mar 2018 1:37pm
Ignite
holding a bottle in my
mouth
was all it took to
incite
out early for a bit of exercise
hotter
than I knew
I'd held it there merely the time to put a layer aside
certainly not an attempt to
intice
nor to acquire
a menacing shadow
the rest of my run
pre-sunrise
just hours before
I'd received another
unsolicited
invite
would I care to experience how a particular drummer's stick might feel from the
inside
just awaiting my mid-evening ride
not even...
mouth
was all it took to
incite
out early for a bit of exercise
hotter
than I knew
I'd held it there merely the time to put a layer aside
certainly not an attempt to
intice
nor to acquire
a menacing shadow
the rest of my run
pre-sunrise
just hours before
I'd received another
unsolicited
invite
would I care to experience how a particular drummer's stick might feel from the
inside
just awaiting my mid-evening ride
not even...
#MeToo
#LifeStruggles
#anger
#courage
#inspirational
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2 Comments
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