MeToo by Top Critiquers Poems
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metoo by top critiquers poems. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
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
214 reads
9 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
29th Nov 2018 5:37pm
29th Nov 2018 5:37pm
Swallow This Shit Ho’ (It’s Just a Little Bit)
#MeToo
#frustration
#freedom
327 reads
6 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 3:58pm
4th Sep 2020 3:58pm
Why do I feel like I should apologize for this??
I must have been 12 or 13
Mom was acting in a play
I helped her learn her lines
got to hang out with the cast
and I felt like the coolest kid ever
sitting on a bar stool.
Of course he was drunk,
this hilarious man I’d seen on stage
celebrating a performance well done, I guess.
My memory of the room is fuzzy
though I’ve been there often since
I only recall, “do you have pink, underdeveloped nipples?”
*
???
*
And I don’t know what happened next
nothing dramatic, nothing physical
he...
Mom was acting in a play
I helped her learn her lines
got to hang out with the cast
and I felt like the coolest kid ever
sitting on a bar stool.
Of course he was drunk,
this hilarious man I’d seen on stage
celebrating a performance well done, I guess.
My memory of the room is fuzzy
though I’ve been there often since
I only recall, “do you have pink, underdeveloped nipples?”
*
???
*
And I don’t know what happened next
nothing dramatic, nothing physical
he...
#anger
#women
#men #MeToo
#men #MeToo
266 reads
13 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:30pm
Yesterday 5:30pm
Exception to the Rule
Exception to the Rule
Every man
believes himself
an exception
to the rule,
that many things
he still might be
but never
just a tool.
His wisdom is
an insight of
how different
that he is,
when just affirming
this is true
negates
he's such a wiz.
He takes up time
and space
from her
to tell that he's not,
when just withholding
her the floor
decodes
the kettle pot.
Each excuse
excuses him
from being ...
Every man
believes himself
an exception
to the rule,
that many things
he still might be
but never
just a tool.
His wisdom is
an insight of
how different
that he is,
when just affirming
this is true
negates
he's such a wiz.
He takes up time
and space
from her
to tell that he's not,
when just withholding
her the floor
decodes
the kettle pot.
Each excuse
excuses him
from being ...
#MeToo
#misunderstood
#suffering
#emptiness
#bittersweet
53 reads
0 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
362 reads
8 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
29th Sep 2019 4:32pm
29th Sep 2019 4:32pm
#MeToo
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 complications, chance ...
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 complications, chance ...
#women
#men
#MeToo #funny
#MeToo #funny
437 reads
21 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
#women
#men
#MeToo
#suffering
#desert
355 reads
6 Comments
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