Mistreatment Poems - Poems about Mistreatment

The pen is mightier than the sword The pen is the copyist of every word Just don’t combine “pen is” as a paper headline once did report And it might be mightier because it seeks pleasure and not war Freedom, intelligence, creativity, determination and diligence All found in the written sentence Some say the pen husk plastic is a polluter I contend...

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In my youth, I never whistled at a passing woman. In my youth, I never made a raunchy catcall. But I’m sure the gist of what I must've been thinking could’ve made a city like Sodom or Gomorrah fall....

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What in the world is going on With the people today Do they honestly believe That other people are going to Except being bullied and Mistreated in these days and Times, people already have Their own problems and don’t Need the bull crap so be careful What you just might Trigger ...

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Tell me, dog with the big teeth, What do you see past that muzzle of yours? What do you hear through the whispers of those that go by? You crave to feel human touch— Even the brush of fingertips against your ruined body When someone walks past. You long to be held like all the little dogs are: Given fuss on...

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Some people told you to go to hell Because of your repetitively maltreatment. Your hearts broke after hearing that but You continued being  very merciless, Thinking they were  unmotionals. I tell you to go to heavens Because I know that you will kill Those brutal animals in your hearts And you will look different in their...

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He puts his hands on me, I'm not the only thing he wants. To men, a body is ecstasy. "Show me more, put your hand here, give me what I wish you would..." I am a woman of her pride, dignity. What you made me feel obligated to do, I had wished to save for another man. You...

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Lamenting appalling heartbreaking mistreatment... nonagenarian father experiences at Normandy Farms Though dead, I gauge these past one hundred and four plus months linkedin with Gregorian calendar page mine mother would be aghast at deplorable inhumane outrage played out upon Normandy Farms - Bluebell, Pennsylvania site where papa (a pricey senior folk facility), he doth stage his final showdown consigning grim reaper to tender body, mind, and spirit...

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Just like you, we've made mistakes A Brighter Future is what's at stake. Have you walked a mile in our shoes? Can you even come close to paying our dues? You look at us - eyes full of wrath Though we're now moving forward down life's path We've done nothing to you - so why be so mean? By mistreating us -...

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“Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story...” GRAVE MISTREATMENT Yeah, Doc, it really was a long time ago But the emotional scars are still there, you know He came into my room while I was away And scattered things in complete disarray Why he chose me, I still question Perhaps just to teach others a lesson He moved me to...

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You look at me And all you see are flaws Ad you judge From your unconstructive criticism You will not yield Or even budge You possess the knack Or ability To leave me feeling low Like I am dumb or stupid But it’s something That you already know You leave me feeling Unwanted, dirty Unloved and ashamed Instead of being proud You make me Hate what I was named You’ve taken...

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