#manipulative poems on Hello Poetry

muteD Jan 2020

A mother’s touch is
suppose to be tender,
one you would lean into.
But, instead
I would flinch.
Not for fear of any physical pain
she could cause me
but only because
she never touches me.

“you are really damaged”
21 years of searching for
a mother’s love
will do that to you.
Searching for that missing piece
and hoping that if you do everything
she wants and everything
you can possibly do to help her
that maybe,
just maybe,
you’ll finish the puzzle and
she’ll love you.
Which is absurd because
she won’t
and she can’t.
How can a mother love her children
when she knows of no love herself?

Cat and mouse..
A game I’ve always hated
but a game I know all too well.
because she always flaunts
what she knows I want
right in my face.
She knows what I crave
and how to make me weak.
My one true weakness,
Family.
Well, the idea of one
because I have never had one before.
A family to call mine?
One that would love me unconditionally
and honestly?
The universe has
a sense of humor after all
and it’s Me.

My whole life I’ve been looking for the love only a mother can provide.. needless to say, that search is over and I have turned up empty handed.

#motherisssues #manipulative #mother #issues #damaged #hurt #pain #empty #wanted #21

Rachel Jan 2020

Vent.

Am i exaggerating?
Due to all the friends I've lost,
all the things I've gone through.
Is it all because of me?
Am i manipulative?
Am i toxic?
I try my hardest to keep them and love them with all of my heart.
and they still leave.
I am not good enough.
In my heart, i know it is not me.
but sometimes it is better to think as myself as the bad guy.
Because i'm tired of being the one who keeps getting hurt.

I always like to create my poems whenever i feel the need to express myself, like this one. This poem might seem all over the place, but they're my emotions and thoughts in words.

#hurt #toxic #lonely #sad #vent #manipulative

Mark Toney Jan 2020

Misogynist

'Morning,
Mary!

               -'Morning,
               Martin

Meet
My
Main
Man
Mike. . .

               -'Morning,
               Mike.

                                   ~'Morning,
                                   Mondo
                                   Mama!

               -Mondo
               Mama???
               Meaning??

Mary,
Mike's
Merely
Merry
Meeting
Mary :)

               -MEANING,
               MIKE???

                                   ~Mary,
                                   My
                                   Mistake,
                                   Mostly
                                   Merriment,
                                   Merely
                                   Mischievous ;)

Mary,
Mike's
Mistake. . .

               -Mike's
               Manipulative
               Mansplaining—
               Misogynist!

                                   ~Meh. . .

© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.

01/03/2020 - Poetry form: Alliteration - Each poem in my Alliterative Alphabet Series describes conversations between two or more people while only using words that start with the first letter of the title of the poem. I’m publishing the poems as I write them on Wattpad.com, not necessarily in alphabetical order. My goal is to write at least 26 poems to cover each letter of the alphabet. I hope you find the concept interesting, maybe even clever. Most of all I hope you enjoy them :) - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2020

#alliteration #misogynist #chauvinist #mansplaining #manipulative #meh

Alek Mielnikow Dec 2019

Lips

You drink milk
when all that’s served
is water and wine.

You ****** the throbbing
pulse of the night
with your contriving lips.

You dip into the
honey and you
bedizen your seat.

You leave a trail of blood
to lead you back to
where you are from.

You wink and
the world relents.

-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet

#manipulation #manipulative #destruction #narcissistic #narcissism #control

Amaris Jul 2019

gifts

You gave me silken scarves and solitude
To weave my own bindings
You gave me surpluses of satin
Bandages for skin you broke
You gave me Swarovski accessories
As if it excused your absences
You gave me smooth apologies
A salve to my twisted fingers

#gifts #irony #idk #angry #write #abusive #manipulative #relationships #s #sounds

Andromeda Apr 2019

overture

BANG!
Cries the Cymbals!
CLASH!
Screams the winds!
the show is beginning
and the characters shall sing!

There!
says the audience!
listen!
cries the narrator!
the foreshadowing melodies
must be remembered for later!

listen close
listen carefully,
for behold the characters pain
is about to be told.

let the spiral begin

#music #poetry #overture #manipulative #foreshadowing

lisa Apr 2019

my diamond

searching and searching
desperately searching
year after year
finally,
you broke the surface
my diamond

your shiny personality
dazzled me
your gifts
wowed me
the endless love
fulfilled me
my diamond

however,
despite the love i gave
i could not break through
your armor
my diamond

turns out
everything was a lie
your "i love you"s
meant nothing
our kisses
our time shared
the secrets i told
meant nothing
to you

you were not a diamond
instead,
a moissanite

faking your way
through life
lying about your family
your health
your education

yet,
i still want you,
my diamond

written for national poetry month

#npmdiamond #heartbreak #manipulative #april #diamond

Andromeda Mar 2019

cassette side 1

you loved me
like your favourite song
on your favourite side.
played over and over
again and again
repeat after repeat.
the cassette became worn
the vinyl became scratched
no needle or player could fix it.
the song distorted
taken out of proportion
but you blame it on the cassette.
you threw it out
like a broken toy
and purchased a new one.
but the song could never be the same
as the song played
on cassette side 1.

#cassette #music #record #manipulative

Patterson Mar 2019

Eidolon

You once told me
that Monday was Thursday,
Tuesday was Friday
and Wednesday...
-well Wednesday was Wednesday
and I believed it to be true

You were the force
that pulled the sun across my sky
and brought rain,
miraculously placing laughter
on my parched lips.
You wrote the maps
and formed minutes into hours
-letters into words
And when you smiled,
I believed it was just for me.

Your wish was my command
and my truth was your word.
I happily danced
when you pulled on my strings.

You vanished in a storm
and the blur of October, November,
February
Here one moment, gone the next
-with no goodbye,
apology or promise-prophecy.

But my world kept flowing
and the sun traced its arc
across my sky without your help.
My chest rose and fell
and Monday was Monday again
-the rain poured of its own accord
and my cracked lips found song.

Perhaps you have returned
from time to time
to your empty temple
-found it void of worship
and the voids filled once more.
Perhaps the legends are true
and you have become
deaf and blind
-unable to find your way back to me.

I should like the rumours
to be true
because my world turns
just fine without you.

I have no further words for this poem. It is all at once everything I wished to say, and nothing of importance.

#eidolon #falsegod #idol #breaking #free #temple #days #time #manipulative #toxic

madison Feb 2019

all the times

i apologize
for all the things i never said anything
for all the times i didn't speak up
for all the times i let you make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin
for all the times i let you make me feel guilty
for all the times i let you get away it
for all the times i let you win
for all the times i let you make me cry at 2am

i apologize for never telling you
that you were ruining everything about me
that you made me hate myself
and that this hate continues to run through my veins
for you
and for me
and everything that slipped through the cracks in between
as you broke me

you were known for having no empathy

#broke #empathy #times #violated #speak #uncomfortable #guilty #manipulative