"hore" poems - Hello Poetry

When children are abused I cant help but feel so bad and cry for them. When children are abused they dont know what is happening especially if its your own parents or parent. They dont know because of the shock and **** they are going through. All they know at that moment is that they are getting yelled or or getting charged at and they know they are going to be beaten with something. They have the shock and there heart is racing very fast. They dont know whats going to happen next they dont know if they are going be in horrific pain to the piont they cant move or not. All they know what to do is do exactly do what the person is doing to them what they say with out answer anything but yes and do it. If they dont there will be more horrific pain. With all this happening to them knowing that right then all they feel is physical pain. Later in life they figure out that it wasn't just physical it was emotional and mental to. How was it mental and emotional by knowing that there own parent or parents did that to them. It haunts them for the rest of their lifes more so if it happens more then once. It makes them feel like they can never trust anybody in there lifes ever again. They build a wall up and dont let alot of people in because they are afraid of getting hurt again. Most kids end up in fostercare for what there parents did to them. So when they are there in the fostercare home do you think they feel safe and happy? If you thought yes you are wrong they are more scared then ever because they have strangers around them and no one they know. The foster parents may say your safe and hug you but you still dont feel safe and loved because they dont have people around them that they know love them. Most of the time they just want there parents although they just got abused and but through all that pain. Its becuase most of the time they are not themselves. They are either drunk or high. The kids know that and they know that there parents must be nice when they are sober becuase they have seen there friends parents nice to them. When children are being abused when they are young they most likely dont ever wanna go home they want to be at school or somewhere they are happy. When all that is taken away from them all they want to be is home in the abusive place becuase thats where they realized was the most comforting safest place is at home in there room. Most of the time its either friends or a sibling that calls the police becuase thats all they know what to do. Usally its a sibling that is either scared and wants help or is treated better then the one that is getting abused. If the child that goes away to a foster home with out a sibling. She is more likely to get scared and put a shield up towards anybody that she doesnt know and trust. She most likely wont talk to anybody. She will cry most of the day because she feels like she is alone and doesn't have anyone around her. Even when the other foster kids and parents are there and willing to calm her down and comfort her. She wont let them because she wants someone she can trust and she knows to calm her down and comfort her and hold her. The simple words coming out of someone they knows mouth "Its going to be ok I am here for you to hold you comfort you to calm you down when you are upset." Those simple words to a child meen the world to them when they got abused and are taken away from the situation. Those words may seem nothing to you but to that child it meens everything more then you can imagine unless you went through it. You went through it like me I wrote this because I know people that have got abused just like me. I wrote this because I know how it feels to be be abused by your parents and then feel like you have no one until those words are said then you feel like you have someone. That its going to be ok and someone is finally going to treat you the you deserved to be treated loved cared for and supported no matter what you do in life. When you have the right people in your life you dont realize what your life was like back then until you have the right people in your life and they show you the true meening of life happiness and love and trust. Although you have the happiness love and trust your past abuse or abuses still are there for the rest of your life. Its ok though because you know what not to do to your children and what to do to your children. You can raise them right by showing them you care love and want happiness for them and they can always trust you for anything. If its for those special words of if its for adivce. They will always know you are there for them no matter what. even if you think they dont because they are doing something you dont like they still love care and want happiness for you. So what you can do is stop child abuse from happening with your kids!!!!

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Feb 5, 2011

Feb 5, 2011 at 10:22 PM UTC

brachel-ann-meyer

Abused and Neglected Children

When children are abused I cant help but feel so bad and cry for them. When children are abused they dont know what is happening especially if its your own parents or parent. They dont know because of the shock and **** they are going through. All they know at that moment is that they are getting yelled or or getting charged at and they know they are going to be beaten with something. They have the shock and there heart is racing very fast. They dont know whats going to happen next they dont know if they are going be in horrific pain to the piont they cant move or not. All they know what to do is do exactly do what the person is doing to them what they say with out answer anything but yes and do it. If they dont there will be more horrific pain. With all this happening to them knowing that right then all they feel is physical pain. Later in life they figure out that it wasn't just physical it was emotional and mental to. How was it mental and emotional by knowing that there own parent or parents did that to them. It haunts them for the rest of their lifes more so if it happens more then once. It makes them feel like they can never trust anybody in there lifes ever again. They build a wall up and dont let alot of people in because they are afraid of getting hurt again. Most kids end up in fostercare for what there parents did to them. So when they are there in the fostercare home do you think they feel safe and happy? If you thought yes you are wrong they are more scared then ever because they have strangers around them and no one they know. The foster parents may say your safe and hug you but you still dont feel safe and loved because they dont have people around them that they know love them. Most of the time they just want there parents although they just got abused and but through all that pain. Its becuase most of the time they are not themselves. They are either drunk or high. The kids know that and they know that there parents must be nice when they are sober becuase they have seen there friends parents nice to them. When children are being abused when they are young they most likely dont ever wanna go home they want to be at school or somewhere they are happy. When all that is taken away from them all they want to be is home in the abusive place becuase thats where they realized was the most comforting safest place is at home in there room. Most of the time its either friends or a sibling that calls the police becuase thats all they know what to do. Usally its a sibling that is either scared and wants help or is treated better then the one that is getting abused. If the child that goes away to a foster home with out a sibling. She is more likely to get scared and put a shield up towards anybody that she doesnt know and trust. She most likely wont talk to anybody. She will cry most of the day because she feels like she is alone and doesn't have anyone around her. Even when the other foster kids and parents are there and willing to calm her down and comfort her. She wont let them because she wants someone she can trust and she knows to calm her down and comfort her and hold her. The simple words coming out of someone they knows mouth "Its going to be ok I am here for you to hold you comfort you to calm you down when you are upset." Those simple words to a child meen the world to them when they got abused and are taken away from the situation. Those words may seem nothing to you but to that child it meens everything more then you can imagine unless you went through it. You went through it like me I wrote this because I know people that have got abused just like me. I wrote this because I know how it feels to be be abused by your parents and then feel like you have no one until those words are said then you feel like you have someone. That its going to be ok and someone is finally going to treat you the you deserved to be treated loved cared for and supported no matter what you do in life. When you have the right people in your life you dont realize what your life was like back then until you have the right people in your life and they show you the true meening of life happiness and love and trust. Although you have the happiness love and trust your past abuse or abuses still are there for the rest of your life. Its ok though because you know what not to do to your children and what to do to your children. You can raise them right by showing them you care love and want happiness for them and they can always trust you for anything. If its for those special words of if its for adivce. They will always know you are there for them no matter what. even if you think they dont because they are doing something you dont like they still love care and want happiness for you. So what you can do is stop child abuse from happening with your kids!!!!

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DISTURBIA HYSTERIA FOLDED ROLLED IN THE BACK OF MY EYELIDS FLUTTERED BY HAIL BUT MY EYES DON'T BLINK DRIED LIKE CONCREAT CRACKED OPEN FROM TEARS OVERDONE READNESS CONTAGIOUS IN MOUNT OLYMPUS PALE LIKE COCAIN IT CONTAINS YOU LIKE EVAPORATION I CRAWL WHILE I SLURR THE LIFE OF MY EYES LIKE CHECKING ON INTO IMMAGRATION BOBB MY HEAD BACK AND TWIST OPEN THE CAP OF EVERY BLOOD FLOW BEHIND THE SOCKET AND IT GOES IT FLOWS LET GO LOOSE LIKE A **** TO HER KNEES PLEASE YOU ME INTO YOU INTO ME IN MY EYES STAY OPEN CAN'T PUT THEM TO SLEEP AND SHEEP DON'T COME ROUND HERE NO MORE AND MY SIGHT KEEP SEEING METEPHORES OF HUMOR FORMING INTO EVERY TRICK PLAYING OPTICAL ILLUSION YOU WERE ...AN ILLUSION CREATING MADNESS AND THE CORE OF MY HAIR ROOT RAISNG SKIN DEEPINING ICE BURGE SKIN FROZEN THE BECONS ABOUVE THE SKULL TOP SPITTIN OUT PELE'S LAVA MELTING BURNING TEARING APPART THIS MASSACRE OF MY HEART AND I AM LEFT TO HARVEST HARBOR WHAT'S LEFT OF THE UGLINESS IN MY EYE (INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII ) © Copyright 2014 S.T. Parish CSP Rebel of Eden

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Sep 13, 2014

Sep 13, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC

fallen-rebel-of-eden

THE UGLINESS

DISTURBIA HYSTERIA FOLDED ROLLED IN THE BACK OF MY EYELIDS FLUTTERED BY HAIL BUT MY EYES DON'T BLINK DRIED LIKE CONCREAT CRACKED OPEN FROM TEARS OVERDONE READNESS CONTAGIOUS IN MOUNT OLYMPUS PALE LIKE COCAIN IT CONTAINS YOU LIKE EVAPORATION I CRAWL WHILE I SLURR THE LIFE OF MY EYES LIKE CHECKING ON INTO IMMAGRATION BOBB MY HEAD BACK AND TWIST OPEN THE CAP OF EVERY BLOOD FLOW BEHIND THE SOCKET AND IT GOES IT FLOWS LET GO LOOSE LIKE A **** TO HER KNEES PLEASE YOU ME INTO YOU INTO ME IN MY EYES STAY OPEN CAN'T PUT THEM TO SLEEP AND SHEEP DON'T COME ROUND HERE NO MORE AND MY SIGHT KEEP SEEING METEPHORES OF HUMOR FORMING INTO EVERY TRICK PLAYING OPTICAL ILLUSION YOU WERE ...AN ILLUSION CREATING MADNESS AND THE CORE OF MY HAIR ROOT RAISNG SKIN DEEPINING ICE BURGE SKIN FROZEN THE BECONS ABOUVE THE SKULL TOP SPITTIN OUT PELE'S LAVA MELTING BURNING TEARING APPART THIS MASSACRE OF MY HEART AND I AM LEFT TO HARVEST HARBOR WHAT'S LEFT OF THE UGLINESS IN MY EYE (INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII ) © Copyright 2014 S.T. Parish CSP Rebel of Eden

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Dedicated to the Hard Hats, ..for holding it all together. **** frost on the green grass There's a cold moon in the sky The estuary waters black and calm Where golden ripples lie. Dawn's horizon lightens up Bright stars begin to dim Hard Hats all arrive for work And with frozen breath...log in. Work boots crunching on the stone The men disperse to trucks, The diesel motors roar to life Their departures forming rucks. Swarming in the morning light Each to his own job's task, Bridge building work underway As dawn's first sunbeams bask. Amazing the complexity That building bridges has, Amazing how voraciously It eats up time and gas. The planning and design work The funding of supply, Those organizational matters And the labour standing bye. Digging, lifting, shoving, shifting Moving this to there, A logistical nightmare For the novice, unaware. Steel and timber by the ton Concrete pours en mass, Gravel, sand and aggregate And reservoirs of gas. Procurement of supply ensures A smooth transitional flow Of successive small procedures To make the project mesh and grow. Day after day the massive trucks Carting tons of sand Are authorized by gate men To unload on to land Where motorway construction Is steadfastly taking place And progressing at A gradual and steady building pace. From concept to completion A million multitasks, Which involves a caste of thousands And a schedule which asks, That the finished installation Be completed by the time Of the Rugby World Cup kickoff, Our global status on the line. Like ants the Hard Hats swarm about Each does his little bit And gradually, over time, The bridge emerges from the pit. It emergeth like a phoenix In a drab and sombre gown But on completion, shines like fire To be the nation's most re known. The Manukau Harbour Crossing A project for the Gods, Of massive lengths of concrete And miles of reinforcing rods. Of an eternity of effort From everyone involved And an asset for New Zealand And a beauty to behold. Marshalg @theGate MHX Mangere Bridge 14th March 2009 Please view the following link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzQZ-M90Zig

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Nov 14, 2009

Nov 14, 2009 at 1:07 PM UTC

marshal-gebbie

M.H.X. Emergeth

Dedicated to the Hard Hats, ..for holding it all together. **** frost on the green grass There's a cold moon in the sky The estuary waters black and calm Where golden ripples lie. Dawn's horizon lightens up Bright stars begin to dim Hard Hats all arrive for work And with frozen breath...log in. Work boots crunching on the stone The men disperse to trucks, The diesel motors roar to life Their departures forming rucks. Swarming in the morning light Each to his own job's task, Bridge building work underway As dawn's first sunbeams bask. Amazing the complexity That building bridges has, Amazing how voraciously It eats up time and gas. The planning and design work The funding of supply, Those organizational matters And the labour standing bye. Digging, lifting, shoving, shifting Moving this to there, A logistical nightmare For the novice, unaware. Steel and timber by the ton Concrete pours en mass, Gravel, sand and aggregate And reservoirs of gas. Procurement of supply ensures A smooth transitional flow Of successive small procedures To make the project mesh and grow. Day after day the massive trucks Carting tons of sand Are authorized by gate men To unload on to land Where motorway construction Is steadfastly taking place And progressing at A gradual and steady building pace. From concept to completion A million multitasks, Which involves a caste of thousands And a schedule which asks, That the finished installation Be completed by the time Of the Rugby World Cup kickoff, Our global status on the line. Like ants the Hard Hats swarm about Each does his little bit And gradually, over time, The bridge emerges from the pit. It emergeth like a phoenix In a drab and sombre gown But on completion, shines like fire To be the nation's most re known. The Manukau Harbour Crossing A project for the Gods, Of massive lengths of concrete And miles of reinforcing rods. Of an eternity of effort From everyone involved And an asset for New Zealand And a beauty to behold. Marshalg @theGate MHX Mangere Bridge 14th March 2009 Please view the following link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzQZ-M90Zig

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In this deaf night, behind our street, in the dark The winter storm calls us in the forest park The moon is a pale copy of your eyes, that's a mark You enter my song like summer, that's the spark I dream of dancing with angels, shining like a star About how you sang and eat grapes, you play on my guitar My words sparkle the sky, they print a scar In my voice, there is an increasing number of char I run wild like a wild jaguar I just want to be your doer Somewhere behind the sidewalk, in a small bar With some spirit, my thoughts are spar You enter my words tonight, the moon is following us there. My song, this night, give me strength more I'm looking at midnight sky, open your door Guess me like the stars of the drops, hit the core Bend from the head strange gore I dream angels and winter **** It enters my skin like a warm shore. Highly somewhere in the universe flying my word, Flying in the storm is getting harder This is a long title and first, second, third Where are you tonight eagle, my holy bird. The winds hit me in the back, everything is cold, my song she is mine in my blood, it's gold This night, in the dark night, with the angels wearing something, reading my words secretly, it shows me some mold Lightning rod, this is our sign old Under the deep clouds, a distant thunder is heard, this night I am wonder What is my lucky time and number. My song, this night, give me the strenght more I'm looking at midnight sky, open your door Guess me like the stars of the drops, hit the core Bend from the head strange gore I dream angels and winter **** It enters my skin like a warm shore. In our dream, our eyes meet anew, the path of emotion makes a real breakthrough Me and you are the only crew Various paths are written on the wall, she waves, sends a smile and a call I no longer feel the pain, as if I were a doll, the shadows dragged me out of the storm, the act of the protocol. She still laughs with angels, the music box awakens the memory of illusion Find me in a song of warm fusion, my words make evolution, maybe a good solution Thunder creates a huge consusion. This night, long night, the moon is dark I dream of dancing with angels and shining like a star.

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Nov 13, 2018

Nov 13, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC

ivan1395

Run with me in deep experience

In this deaf night, behind our street, in the dark The winter storm calls us in the forest park The moon is a pale copy of your eyes, that's a mark You enter my song like summer, that's the spark I dream of dancing with angels, shining like a star About how you sang and eat grapes, you play on my guitar My words sparkle the sky, they print a scar In my voice, there is an increasing number of char I run wild like a wild jaguar I just want to be your doer Somewhere behind the sidewalk, in a small bar With some spirit, my thoughts are spar You enter my words tonight, the moon is following us there. My song, this night, give me strength more I'm looking at midnight sky, open your door Guess me like the stars of the drops, hit the core Bend from the head strange gore I dream angels and winter **** It enters my skin like a warm shore. Highly somewhere in the universe flying my word, Flying in the storm is getting harder This is a long title and first, second, third Where are you tonight eagle, my holy bird. The winds hit me in the back, everything is cold, my song she is mine in my blood, it's gold This night, in the dark night, with the angels wearing something, reading my words secretly, it shows me some mold Lightning rod, this is our sign old Under the deep clouds, a distant thunder is heard, this night I am wonder What is my lucky time and number. My song, this night, give me the strenght more I'm looking at midnight sky, open your door Guess me like the stars of the drops, hit the core Bend from the head strange gore I dream angels and winter **** It enters my skin like a warm shore. In our dream, our eyes meet anew, the path of emotion makes a real breakthrough Me and you are the only crew Various paths are written on the wall, she waves, sends a smile and a call I no longer feel the pain, as if I were a doll, the shadows dragged me out of the storm, the act of the protocol. She still laughs with angels, the music box awakens the memory of illusion Find me in a song of warm fusion, my words make evolution, maybe a good solution Thunder creates a huge consusion. This night, long night, the moon is dark I dream of dancing with angels and shining like a star.

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I rode my bike, fat, bloated 4-inch Tires un-skating across Frosted ground. A degree below (You know what) Not ice, or icy, Exactly, but... As if some mythical Dude named...John? Jorje? (Hore-hay) Ok, Jack, then - breathed Almost-frozen breadth Over much of Downtown Indianapolis. The sun was diffuse, low Easterly, barely a lighted Presence, as I pedaled through The little pathway that perimeters the Zoo, the muffled cries of The furry and wrinkly- Skinned high above And safely ensconced Past huge limestone walls. Shutter-flash Dapples of light struck my Eyes as I passed leaves who Stubbornly refused to relinquish Their stemmed hold onto Mother and Father tree. Past the little zooey pathway, The big bridge leading to the Downtown canal, ordinarily Crowded, but only I crowded This time and place and space. Where the sun wanted to shine, But was stubbornly blocked by Such insubstantial things as Bridge abutments and pillars; Shadows outlined the muted Rays of a bleak post-Christmas Sun, contrasting Outlining them in a Frosty embrace. All around that little ****** Of ground, the light of day Melted and softened Jack's Iron-like grip. But not That little piece of ground. Nope. I stopped the bike and looked At the squarish rectangle of Frost that stubbornly refused to Give up its hold from the Relentless, though much less Powerful sun. The clockwork Universe ticks and tocks, And moves and shakes, and This morning, snug in my many Layers, I got to ride my bike On top of a battle I'd never witnessed before Today.

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Dec 26, 2014

Dec 26, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC

ted-scheck

Frost Ghosts

I rode my bike, fat, bloated 4-inch Tires un-skating across Frosted ground. A degree below (You know what) Not ice, or icy, Exactly, but... As if some mythical Dude named...John? Jorje? (Hore-hay) Ok, Jack, then - breathed Almost-frozen breadth Over much of Downtown Indianapolis. The sun was diffuse, low Easterly, barely a lighted Presence, as I pedaled through The little pathway that perimeters the Zoo, the muffled cries of The furry and wrinkly- Skinned high above And safely ensconced Past huge limestone walls. Shutter-flash Dapples of light struck my Eyes as I passed leaves who Stubbornly refused to relinquish Their stemmed hold onto Mother and Father tree. Past the little zooey pathway, The big bridge leading to the Downtown canal, ordinarily Crowded, but only I crowded This time and place and space. Where the sun wanted to shine, But was stubbornly blocked by Such insubstantial things as Bridge abutments and pillars; Shadows outlined the muted Rays of a bleak post-Christmas Sun, contrasting Outlining them in a Frosty embrace. All around that little ****** Of ground, the light of day Melted and softened Jack's Iron-like grip. But not That little piece of ground. Nope. I stopped the bike and looked At the squarish rectangle of Frost that stubbornly refused to Give up its hold from the Relentless, though much less Powerful sun. The clockwork Universe ticks and tocks, And moves and shakes, and This morning, snug in my many Layers, I got to ride my bike On top of a battle I'd never witnessed before Today.

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Here is my story, Since elementary. A girl who went threw, so many tragedies. I started kindergarten, Then no one was picking on me. But after first grade, There was just way too many. I missed all my friends, But I made Some at Delta. I came back to that same school, Then I started to get picked on. They called me names, at that age I ignored. Until in seventh grade, they started calling me a **** I started dating, I was only exploring i found this boy, Turned out he was a ******* He's a Hufflepuff. he can be cute and sweet, then the anger filled him with rage. He started to blame me for his own problems, he hit me, he punched me, he scratched me, he called me names, and then i started to listen to his words. After the last abusive attempt, I said I'm done, but my best friend had to break up with him for me, because I was afraid he was going to hit me. I finally got out of this relationship, I felt free, and I finally felt like I wasn't tied down anymore. And while all this is physical and mental abuse what's going on, everyone was saying that I was sleeping with him, I was pregnant by him, calling me stupid for dating him, which I kind of am stupid for dating him, but I'm glad I got out of that relationship when I did. Also while this was going on my parents were fighting every single day and my Mom finally handed my dad the divorce papers and said that she's done so they got a divorce. Also why this was going on, I had to get surgery to get my gallbladder out, even though I was only 13 Fast forward to now, I have an amazing boyfriend, my family situation is better, my gallbladder incisions are healed, and my depression is at Bay, I still have nights where I can't sleep, but I get through them because I know that I will have a brighter day the next day.

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May 16, 2019

May 16, 2019 at 12:42 AM UTC

SassyCassie

My story

Here is my story, Since elementary. A girl who went threw, so many tragedies. I started kindergarten, Then no one was picking on me. But after first grade, There was just way too many. I missed all my friends, But I made Some at Delta. I came back to that same school, Then I started to get picked on. They called me names, at that age I ignored. Until in seventh grade, they started calling me a **** I started dating, I was only exploring i found this boy, Turned out he was a ******* He's a Hufflepuff. he can be cute and sweet, then the anger filled him with rage. He started to blame me for his own problems, he hit me, he punched me, he scratched me, he called me names, and then i started to listen to his words. After the last abusive attempt, I said I'm done, but my best friend had to break up with him for me, because I was afraid he was going to hit me. I finally got out of this relationship, I felt free, and I finally felt like I wasn't tied down anymore. And while all this is physical and mental abuse what's going on, everyone was saying that I was sleeping with him, I was pregnant by him, calling me stupid for dating him, which I kind of am stupid for dating him, but I'm glad I got out of that relationship when I did. Also while this was going on my parents were fighting every single day and my Mom finally handed my dad the divorce papers and said that she's done so they got a divorce. Also why this was going on, I had to get surgery to get my gallbladder out, even though I was only 13 Fast forward to now, I have an amazing boyfriend, my family situation is better, my gallbladder incisions are healed, and my depression is at Bay, I still have nights where I can't sleep, but I get through them because I know that I will have a brighter day the next day.

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