Poems About Betrayal Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about betrayal published by members recently online.
Children of The Poor, Bleed For The Sins Of Their Parents
Silence is cut
with the razor-stepped stagger of an animal
un-caged
echoes of harsh breathing
hack my lungs
the exquisite taste of fear's salted sweat
runs down onto my lip
his belt dangles from the raw shake
of his clenched fist
dragging, it hisses, buckle clinking
a rattle snakes tail
full of drunken venom
tears buy no reprieve here,
bite your god damn tongue
wait for him to lay in and lash on
because he wants to inhale the terror,
I'm sure it makes him feel a man
just like his...
with the razor-stepped stagger of an animal
un-caged
echoes of harsh breathing
hack my lungs
the exquisite taste of fear's salted sweat
runs down onto my lip
his belt dangles from the raw shake
of his clenched fist
dragging, it hisses, buckle clinking
a rattle snakes tail
full of drunken venom
tears buy no reprieve here,
bite your god damn tongue
wait for him to lay in and lash on
because he wants to inhale the terror,
I'm sure it makes him feel a man
just like his...
#sadness
#betrayal
#DomesticViolence
195 reads
4 Comments
Children of The Poor, Bleed For The Sins Of Their Parents
Silence is cut
with the razor-stepped stagger of an animal
un-caged
echoes of harsh breathing
hack my lungs
the exquisite taste of fear's salted sweat
runs down onto my lip
his belt dangles from the raw shake
of his clenched fist
dragging, it hisses, buckle clinking
a rattle snakes tail
full of drunken venom
tears buy no reprieve here,
bite your god damn tongue
wait for him to lay in and lash on
because he wants to inhale the terror,
I'm sure it makes him feel a man
just like his...
with the razor-stepped stagger of an animal
un-caged
echoes of harsh breathing
hack my lungs
the exquisite taste of fear's salted sweat
runs down onto my lip
his belt dangles from the raw shake
of his clenched fist
dragging, it hisses, buckle clinking
a rattle snakes tail
full of drunken venom
tears buy no reprieve here,
bite your god damn tongue
wait for him to lay in and lash on
because he wants to inhale the terror,
I'm sure it makes him feel a man
just like his...
#sadness
#betrayal
#DomesticViolence
195 reads
4 Comments
The Art Of The Deal
MANHATTAN, NEW YORK
Fifth Avenue
Artesia walked out of Fashion and Accessories Boutique.
She strolled to her two-seater convertible BMW, unlocked the door, and placed her shopping parcels on the passenger seat. She pushed the door close and walked around to the driver side of her vehicle. She opened the door, got in, and pulled the door close. She pulled the sun-visor down and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She touched her upswept hairstyle.
“Nice job Leslie.”
Artesia plugged the key inside the ignition, snapped her...
Fifth Avenue
Artesia walked out of Fashion and Accessories Boutique.
She strolled to her two-seater convertible BMW, unlocked the door, and placed her shopping parcels on the passenger seat. She pushed the door close and walked around to the driver side of her vehicle. She opened the door, got in, and pulled the door close. She pulled the sun-visor down and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She touched her upswept hairstyle.
“Nice job Leslie.”
Artesia plugged the key inside the ignition, snapped her...
#lust
#betrayal
#UnrequitedLove
#choices
#deception
297 reads
8 Comments
The Art Of The Deal
MANHATTAN, NEW YORK
Fifth Avenue
Artesia walked out of Fashion and Accessories Boutique.
She strolled to her two-seater convertible BMW, unlocked the door, and placed her shopping parcels on the passenger seat. She pushed the door close and walked around to the driver side of her vehicle. She opened the door, got in, and pulled the door close. She pulled the sun-visor down and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She touched her upswept hairstyle.
“Nice job Leslie.”
Artesia plugged the key inside the ignition, snapped her...
Fifth Avenue
Artesia walked out of Fashion and Accessories Boutique.
She strolled to her two-seater convertible BMW, unlocked the door, and placed her shopping parcels on the passenger seat. She pushed the door close and walked around to the driver side of her vehicle. She opened the door, got in, and pulled the door close. She pulled the sun-visor down and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She touched her upswept hairstyle.
“Nice job Leslie.”
Artesia plugged the key inside the ignition, snapped her...
#lust
#betrayal
#UnrequitedLove
#choices
#deception
297 reads
8 Comments
The Art Of The Deal
MANHATTAN, NEW YORK
Fifth Avenue
Artesia walked out of Fashion and Accessories Boutique.
She strolled to her two-seater convertible BMW, unlocked the door, and placed her shopping parcels on the passenger seat. She pushed the door close and walked around to the driver side of her vehicle. She opened the door, got in, and pulled the door close. She pulled the sun-visor down and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She touched her upswept hairstyle.
“Nice job Leslie.”
Artesia plugged the key inside the ignition, snapped her...
Fifth Avenue
Artesia walked out of Fashion and Accessories Boutique.
She strolled to her two-seater convertible BMW, unlocked the door, and placed her shopping parcels on the passenger seat. She pushed the door close and walked around to the driver side of her vehicle. She opened the door, got in, and pulled the door close. She pulled the sun-visor down and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She touched her upswept hairstyle.
“Nice job Leslie.”
Artesia plugged the key inside the ignition, snapped her...
#lust
#betrayal
#UnrequitedLove
#choices
#deception
297 reads
8 Comments
The Art Of The Deal
MANHATTAN, NEW YORK
Fifth Avenue
Artesia walked out of Fashion and Accessories Boutique.
She strolled to her two-seater convertible BMW, unlocked the door, and placed her shopping parcels on the passenger seat. She pushed the door close and walked around to the driver side of her vehicle. She opened the door, got in, and pulled the door close. She pulled the sun-visor down and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She touched her upswept hairstyle.
“Nice job Leslie.”
Artesia plugged the key inside the ignition, snapped her...
Fifth Avenue
Artesia walked out of Fashion and Accessories Boutique.
She strolled to her two-seater convertible BMW, unlocked the door, and placed her shopping parcels on the passenger seat. She pushed the door close and walked around to the driver side of her vehicle. She opened the door, got in, and pulled the door close. She pulled the sun-visor down and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She touched her upswept hairstyle.
“Nice job Leslie.”
Artesia plugged the key inside the ignition, snapped her...
#lust
#betrayal
#UnrequitedLove
#choices
#deception
297 reads
8 Comments
The Art Of The Deal
MANHATTAN, NEW YORK
Fifth Avenue
Artesia walked out of Fashion and Accessories Boutique.
She strolled to her two-seater convertible BMW, unlocked the door, and placed her shopping parcels on the passenger seat. She pushed the door close and walked around to the driver side of her vehicle. She opened the door, got in, and pulled the door close. She pulled the sun-visor down and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She touched her upswept hairstyle.
“Nice job Leslie.”
Artesia plugged the key inside the ignition, snapped her...
Fifth Avenue
Artesia walked out of Fashion and Accessories Boutique.
She strolled to her two-seater convertible BMW, unlocked the door, and placed her shopping parcels on the passenger seat. She pushed the door close and walked around to the driver side of her vehicle. She opened the door, got in, and pulled the door close. She pulled the sun-visor down and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She touched her upswept hairstyle.
“Nice job Leslie.”
Artesia plugged the key inside the ignition, snapped her...
#lust
#betrayal
#UnrequitedLove
#choices
#deception
297 reads
8 Comments
Shout
soon
turns to later
later
disappears
too much of my brain
taken away
by worries
and the day to day
if you haven't heard from me
SHOUT
don't murder me
or shut me out
turns to later
later
disappears
too much of my brain
taken away
by worries
and the day to day
if you haven't heard from me
SHOUT
don't murder me
or shut me out
#relationships
#betrayal
#misunderstood
237 reads
4 Comments
Shout
soon
turns to later
later
disappears
too much of my brain
taken away
by worries
and the day to day
if you haven't heard from me
SHOUT
don't murder me
or shut me out
turns to later
later
disappears
too much of my brain
taken away
by worries
and the day to day
if you haven't heard from me
SHOUT
don't murder me
or shut me out
#relationships
#betrayal
#misunderstood
237 reads
4 Comments
Shout
soon
turns to later
later
disappears
too much of my brain
taken away
by worries
and the day to day
if you haven't heard from me
SHOUT
don't murder me
or shut me out
turns to later
later
disappears
too much of my brain
taken away
by worries
and the day to day
if you haven't heard from me
SHOUT
don't murder me
or shut me out
#relationships
#betrayal
#misunderstood
237 reads
4 Comments
Sin n Stir
I am shaken to my metaphorical core
Shaking in a place I never shook before
For evil intentions have invaded my gentle place
Disguised behind a well hidden face
When finally my fingers pulled back her lacy veil
I witnessed as my sacred heart went pale
All bleeding ceased as my poetry fell silent
When my muse took off her mask love became lament
How do you live within your peeling skin?
An inked face tattooed concealing all your sin
Laughing behind your hideously painted smile
With false confessions wrapped in veiled...
Shaking in a place I never shook before
For evil intentions have invaded my gentle place
Disguised behind a well hidden face
When finally my fingers pulled back her lacy veil
I witnessed as my sacred heart went pale
All bleeding ceased as my poetry fell silent
When my muse took off her mask love became lament
How do you live within your peeling skin?
An inked face tattooed concealing all your sin
Laughing behind your hideously painted smile
With false confessions wrapped in veiled...
#sadness
#grief
#betrayal
#WritingPoetry
#deception
137 reads
5 Comments
Sin n Stir
I am shaken to my metaphorical core
Shaking in a place I never shook before
For evil intentions have invaded my gentle place
Disguised behind a well hidden face
When finally my fingers pulled back her lacy veil
I witnessed as my sacred heart went pale
All bleeding ceased as my poetry fell silent
When my muse took off her mask love became lament
How do you live within your peeling skin?
An inked face tattooed concealing all your sin
Laughing behind your hideously painted smile
With false confessions wrapped in veiled...
Shaking in a place I never shook before
For evil intentions have invaded my gentle place
Disguised behind a well hidden face
When finally my fingers pulled back her lacy veil
I witnessed as my sacred heart went pale
All bleeding ceased as my poetry fell silent
When my muse took off her mask love became lament
How do you live within your peeling skin?
An inked face tattooed concealing all your sin
Laughing behind your hideously painted smile
With false confessions wrapped in veiled...
#sadness
#grief
#betrayal
#WritingPoetry
#deception
137 reads
5 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Betrayal Published by Members Recently Online