#hit poems on Hello Poetry

Abigail Night May 2018

Sting

We were laying there naked and intertwined
I remember your arms wrapped around me
Holding me close.
I had been blessed
With a false sense of security
For just only a moment in time
I come in closer
As you kiss the top of my head
I playfully tease you
And you tenderly hold my face
And in a split second
The stinging red appears
And I called it love

#love #abuse #*** #hurt #hit #kiss #abusiverelationship #relationship #him #her

Jolan Lade May 2018

Collapse

By the sight, of you
The cold withdrew
By the voice, of you
My heart was jumping, like a kangaroo
I tore my mind to pieces, as my attraction to you increased
And by happiness I was lit, hit
Even if I must admit, it made me shatter but that won´t matter

Speechless by weakness

#collapse #cold #you #heart #mind #happiness #hit #matter #love

Haylin Apr 2018

Love is not abuse

Why Mom?
Can I just ask, why?
What did I do to you to deserve this?
You say you love me but this is not love.
This is not love.
Love is not hitting me in the face.
Love is not hitting me anywhere.
Love is not yelling.
Love is not cruel words you say to me.
Love is not physical or emotional abuse.
Love is not alcohol.
Love is not drinking by yourself in your room.
Love is not drinking with people who use you.
Love is not putting alcohol above all.
Love is not putting alcohol before me.
Love is not supposed to create hate.
Love is not abuse.
Why, Mom?
I'm begging you to stop.
I'm on my hands and feet begging.
Please, Mom.
Stop drinking.

Something similar happened to me

#abuse #drinking #sad #hit #drunk #mom

Parker A Blackwood Apr 2018

Embodied

I awoke on the floor all covered in dust
Sweat salty crust
A mixture of blood, sweat, and tears ran
And collagetlated in the sand
A distant humming and deepening groan
Of gutteral intent, from something below
And lifing my eyes all blackened and blue
Closer and closer it grew;

Standing above, puffing its chest
But seeing my eyes had outdone his best
He lifted those black boots again
Smashing my head, caving it in
Knocking my jaw out, nose detatchs thin

As the slits poured with gour
All i could say through broken bones was,
"I can take much... much more."

#fear #perseverance #motivation #life #hit #lonely #broken

Gray Apr 2018

Colors of the Body

The girl hits good for a 5 foot 2
120 pound mountain of attitude
Her friends asked if she learned from a dude
But she smirked and said her Aunt Mary and her wife Aunt Jude

The girl liked the way it made ripples in skin
How a punch could change a person’s complexion
From a pale white to black and blue.

Her boyfriend was a different color every day
Blue in the eye and purple in the ribs
People thought he liked it that way
But they didn’t know how he truly lived

The girl used her jab as her excuse for coming home late
Her right hook to why she hooked up with his best mate
Her uppercut meant she didn’t want to take out the trash
And her straight meant she wanted some extra cash

He gave her what she wanted because all he could see
Was an angel who barely met 5 foot 3
And it’s not like he could ever talk back
Her left hook always dealt with that.

BetTer PeoPle

#sad #colors #girl #boyfriend #hide #abuse #hit

Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2018

Dear Mary-Jane (Rap)

Dear Mary-Jane, thank you for always being there,
Making life's struggles easy to bear,
Letting me complain when life is unfair,
Pollute the sky with slumbering air,
I only smoke the loudest, hard to compare,
My trees can't be turned down the THC blares,
The only thing that can make me not care,
Render me oblivious but also aware,
Make me so blind I sit and I stare,
Leave the house sober? I wouldn't dare,
Mesmerized by your green skin and orange hair,
I cherish the crystals you wear with flair
Even the heat from your glare when you flare
Without I don't know how I would fare,
I share although I proudly declare
My love for you, I lay my heart bare,
Ensnared by this smoky love affair,
You show your love with the way you impair,
I swear there couldn't be a more perfect pair.

(HOOK)
Mary is a loyal girl, she never lets me down,
When I am lonely she can always be found,
She lets me be myself, she's what I'm dreaming of,
One kiss of her smoke and I'm sure I'm in love.

She's everything I look for in a lover and a friend,
This relationship will never come to an end,
The high I feel after I breathe her in,
Is like pure ecstasy underneath my skin.

I'm a slave to the strain, I'm insane,
When I blow out I become deranged,
Stay in the frame, maintain,
Tired of these lame games,
You're a **** shame,
I bet you pride stays in pain,
Soul feels slain when you see the stain,
On the mirror when you wake, it's your face,
The man staring back kicks your ***,
Got you feeling like last in class,
Beat it up and pass it back,
Hit it while seasons just pass,
Hotter than a blowfish full of gas.

(HOOK)

I wanna marry Mary, make her my wife,
Only girl I want for the rest of my life.

This is a collaboration, my first one Ever! My boyfriend wrote the second verse and I wrote everything else. He was just freestyling too, he is a badass.

#love #**** #marijuana #marry #mary #wife #girl #hit #smoke

Jean Lewis Feb 2018

Hit

Too scared to hit that follow button
Too anxious to hit that wave icon
Too uncertain to message when she's on
All I need is a little bit of push to go on...

To let me hit that add friend, like, love, and follow button...

Hit
-Jean Lewis

#sterbenofthebloodyrose #socialnetwork #hit

hannah Feb 2018

"Are you ok" she asks?

I know what it feels like
To be
pushed,
hit,
Kicked,
laughed at,
to feel worthless
to be told to **** myself
to be late to class just to avoid my bullies
to ask teachers for help and not get help
I hate to say it but if I had the chance to make them pay for what they did, I would

I don't understand why anybody would feel the need to push someone past their breaking point. I have been bullied before and everybody told me to forgive and forget but it's my choice so what if I don't want to forgive and forget.

#kicked #hit #laughed #bullies #bullied #payment #chance #forgive #worthless #late

John-Paul Richard Feb 2018

Untitled

A free portrait! Imagine that,
At no charge this troglodyte
Decided that I deserved a rendition in pulsing crimson, me!
He effortlessly sliced the curve of my face,
And then holding true to brute form,
Let his fists do the rest of the painting.
In a breath’s thought I fought the idea
That this strong browed man was a fan of
Yves klein, but then he caringly guided my sight
Floor-bound and I noticed that he was a
Monochromatic *******.

Now, I wasn’t expecting Monet,
But in truth the elegance of the lazy red river
Careening down my cheek and neck got my hopes up.

And then further was impressed by his liberalness
With bottomless black crimson
Where he’d only previously flirt with young pinot noir
As he took a break to wash and massage his stained hands
I clutched at the hope that perhaps he was done with the
Onslaught with such blunt tools,
As such methods could ruin the whole piece
Unfortunately, he returned
And his care for each swipe was becoming more

More impassioned, but less precise,
I asked if he perhaps needed a second break?
Perhaps I could assist him,
I wanted to give it a try myself, but my hands were
Tied.

In vain,
I tried to tell him that,
Perhaps,
His bearish skills and appearance,
Would be better suited to a life of leather, whips, and Oedipus Complexes,
But his response was,
Cutting.

You should never laugh at an artist
Especially the bad ones
Because then their work some how finds a way to get worse

I asked if he’d learned how to work from his father,
And whether his father had worked him in any
Other
Manner, and that’s when I became dizzy
I think.
Apparently struck a nerve.

#portrait #painting #brute #beating #interrogation #hit #punch #violence #dizzy