"mistreats" poems
"Trust, is really weird.
if one mistreats him, he disappears for a while.
maybe longer.
but he will come back.
it's like Trust is trying to exact revenge -
by coming back to you
and hurting you all over again. "
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 4:37 AM UTC
*Is out there on our own lovely streets
In the souls of those the world mistreats
In the roughing waves threatening to wash us all
In the despondence of the **** victim's unanswered call
It's that long journey without a clear destination
It's the desperate cries in the broken heart of every nation
The heartbreak caused with no intention
It's the one without an answer,I mean the question
War is that desperate pregnant teenager attempting abortion
It's the *** slave in a foreign country up for auction
It's the slum child fighting with the bursting river banks
It's in the mind of the soldiers riding tanks
Doing what they can to rise up the ranks
And evade taking more innocent lives in mega chunks
It's the hopeless immigrants drowning on the mediteranean
It's the nuclear threatened Iraqees and Iranians
It's a *** hole forcing the driver to swerve and lose control
It's the tears of the fishermen catching nothing for days in their trawl
It's the worries in that littl'un fearing darkness
The priest's daily prayer,battling temptation, human weakness
War is another name for the famine eating the tribes in the arid north
It's the thought of a refugee mother whose child's got stunted growth
It isn't the opposite but the total absence of peace
It's a robber who loots everything, including bliss
It's a nightmare to the leader stuck in a seat
And the zealous opposition unaware of his inner heat
It's a hustle by the team which can't admit defeat
It's the struggle of an accident victim trying to regain his feet
It's in the believer's hope to see Jesus return tomorrow
Right before the entire globe sinks in ****** sorrow
It's the worries of a father who's spent his entire adult life unemployed
The uncertainty for a recruit in a war zone,just deployed
War is the puzzled gambler pondering suicide when he loses the little he borrows
It's the pastor wondering wether or not to dive in and save the drowning morals
War is that person perturbed, wondering why the hell he was created
War is all the choices you made and regretted
War is a three letter word,with a long meaning
Which some say is the only reason the globe is spinning*
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
Our voices covered the silence of the night.
Just me and a beautiful woman talking
about our vivid lives. The road is getting
darker, the moonlight could shed little light.
She tightly grabbs my arm and kisses me with
her soft red lips. No words could be spoken as
i lose myself to the pleasures of her kiss.
I responded "I am not a man who mistreats
a lady for a night's satisfaction."
She replied "I know, i can feel it. But what would you
do for a woman in need. In need of your love,
of your caress, of your kiss?"
We drove our way back to my house.
Her beautiful green eyes could see within my heart
and her passionate kisses fill my lips and tongue.
I lose the sense of time as our warm breaths become
a cool breeze to our throbbing bodies.
She holds me tight as i lay her upon the soft sheets,
gently she kisses my neck and lets me slide down to fountains
of pumping milking beats, ******* her healing liquids like honey drops.
Slowly i enter the altar of her lustful ventricles
becoming one as we press into silken gist
and break open as her skin brushes like silk.
She holds me tight with her angelic body as i permeate
deeper when oceans of liquid lava burst at the white sheets
of our bed and her breast ignites in slow movement
as we gasp and sigh the air around us.
She holds me tight to take in a river that will
quench her thirst, licking heavens milk that covered the secret
spaces that our kisses marked.
She holds me till the sun rises to put an end to this salacious sin.
She holds my hand and crowls her way back to me. Back to my craving heart, back to our prurient desires.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
Oh me oh my
such tall tale lies
upstream and down
by this Political Clown,
***** made of brass?!! My ***
Washing Brains with numbskullish hate
this pathetic excuse of a man with reality
his base does not relate, Whether near or far
those believing his words it is garbage they do eat
allowing many behaviors and nicknaming mistreats.
oh me oh my
a sad tear to be cried days and nights so dim as he is,
It will take years upon years to fix the damage done
& finally after 5 dead including an officer of the Law!
This smug poor loser ordered this result and now admits
his time is over, it's time to quit this nitwit says adios
and hello prison mates, I will make all the inmates love me,
You will see as I bend over backward to gain your gratitudes
all my prison base friends will share the same attitude
but please don't get me wrong! You will Love me long live
this master debater let's make a deal, okay we will talk later.
Farewell...So Long... it's been a great run.
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 10:50 PM UTC
I've been told
I feel too much
I overreact
As I'm easily judged
I overthink
Fervently speak
You dismiss my beliefs
And enforce critique
I've accepted your view
It's not mine to change
But open your mind
As our perspectives exchange
It's a gift and a curse
This heart of mine
For those I love or barely know
I'd drop everything, in the blink of an eye
It's true,
I feel ten times more than you
Your words hold the power
To rip me in two
But also know
I laugh louder than most
Joy floods my veins
Insanely compassionate--diagnosed
Worn heart on my sleeve
Isn't that what they say?
My emotions revealed
Requires more strength than you display
I choose to see good
In most everyone I meet
The world is cold enough
I empathize, I know how it mistreats
The spirit of a child
My soul in search of wonder
At the sight of the ocean
Or the clapping of thunder
I believe this is beauty
A mystery most won't comprehend
I'd face the demons before you
If it meant your nightmares end
I'll never stop feeling so deeply
Believe me when I say I've tried
Every fiber of me is stitched in love
An easy target, but you're welcome inside
© JL Smith
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
If someone bully you,
You don't REACT by bullying back..
Spread peace instead...!!
If someone mistreats you,
You don't REACT by foul mouthing...
Spread forgiveness instead..!!
If someone hates you,
You don't REACT with hatred,
Spread love instead..!!
You can't choose someone's ACTIONS...
You create your REACTIONS instead!!
React with wisdom you are groomed with ...!!!
Sparkle In Wisdom
Dec 2018
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
Women, bearers of warriors' marks,
You're the tough layers of the baobab's barks,
Best of the portraits that nature paints,
and Catwalk models of baggy pants.
You have been misled and misused
Your bodies and souls have been abused,
Yet, like a rose planted in a concrete
You majestically rose on your feet.
Women, flawless skins, lipsticks queens.
Fresh like shades of master's greens.
Big bones babes, skinny jeans chicks,
Gorgeous women, with kitchen tricks.
You are every woman, universal mama,
Rest in peace to the mother of Obama.
God bless every woman from Uganda
to the outskirts of the land of Wakanda.
African woman, Mother of humanity,
Thou are endowed with enviable beauty.
Eternal goddesses, brides of great kings
Multitasks babes, doers of great things.
Oh, Woman, givers of selfless love,
Sent to us from the great man above.
Oh, Woman thou are blessed,
You shall slay, was long prophesied.
This is a tribute to Maya Angelo's mammy.
Bless your lyrically poetic womb.
a solemn tribute to Mother of LeBron,
The NBA GOAT, King James of Akron.
Curvy Women work your gorgeous hips,
Smile with your Luscious rogue lips,
Thou are the pollen grains of biology,
and the specimen of perfect anatomy.
Eve of Eden, the apple of God's own eyes,
You gave every woman bedroom eyes
that pierces to the core of diamonds,
Like hardened bejeweled armors.
Woman, thou are truly nature's bounty.
Showcase your freaks and sexuality,
For which your petals toast monthly...
Slay dear queen, slay perpetually.
You came from Adams's ribs to give life
Woe unto any man who mistreats a wife,
Thou are indeed a blessed assurance,
Behold your grace, strides, and elegance.
For Sarah Brooks, my deceased mother,
and Sarah Ivana Brooks, my daughter,
For white, yellow and Brown women,
and all beautiful black African women.
This poetry, I penned for women is a tribute to everything.
For those nights you stayed up to sing,
Those prayerful songs only God heard,
Lying on tears soaked pillows in bed.
#IvanBrookdpoetry© Bassapoet©
August 16-2019
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
You're treated like trash, you're treated like dirt
why are you with him he's such a ****
You're nothing to him just a simple house maid
where will he be when you're in need of his aid
not there that's right, nowhere to be found
he could care less if you were dead in the ground.
You're better than this, I know this for fact
you show so much love but that's something he lacks
he is twisted, vindictive, a ******* for sure,
but somehow he has this magic allure.
He treats you unfairly, he is so unkind
perfection he seeks but he is so blind.
You want just to leave but you can't it's so sad
the way he mistreats you just makes me so mad.
I want just to save you from his controlling grip
and take you away on some special trip.
I love you so much and now at a whisper
you are awesome, amazing, the perfect sister.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 2:38 AM UTC
"practice makes perfect "
does not apply to swimming in quicksand
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the phrase "toughened by adversity"
shouldn't lead you to go get AIDS to prove yourself
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"have faith"
doesn't mean you should call "love" your attraction to a boy who mistreats you constantly
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"calling upon your inner self"
isn't simply stringing a few oxymorons together within a few rhymes in an obscure manner.....no matter how many people praise you for your "deep wisdom"
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"live and let live"
is so easily abused it really needs no comment
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"it takes one to know one"
is only true for true human beings
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"have a nice day"
is only true on a nice day
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 2:47 PM UTC
In vacant masks
We hide the veins
Where the sickly blood
Flows within us
Like a raging, hidden
Flame divided
Beneath a blanket
Of expectations
Of lacerations
Of blocked
Shocked
Methods of filth
Where we can act
As though we are better
When someone leaves
Or mistreats
Or walks away
Or makes them pay
We sit with our hands
Together like some morbid
Altar boy drunk on
Some misconceived
Notion that we are
Better.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
I read you like a letter
my white out bottle is empty,
oh the words you wrote are so simple.
yet the music of it turns my back to a melody
so sweet.
so i read a thank you for listening
and pull a hole of Persephone
and go into the winter,
a silence.
when you caught a child's thrill
in a bottle for ships to crash,
upon broken dreams
and endless understanding.
can you listen to the distant call
a siren of bombs to go off,
my constant beat mistreats,
the world aloft to greater things.
i ask only because you ask
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
Well, Skanky Kelly V.
How could this even be?
You're bleeding down Washington Ave yet again
That new man of your's, he beats you
He cheats, talks down and mistreats you
Because he knows what you are Kelly V.
Me, I'm not too sure what I want
I *** around the town of Dumont
I live a life of echoed apathy
With not much on my mind
I looked for a good time
And you offered Skanky Kelly V.
If you ever met Kelly
Your jaw would hit the floor
She looks like a model from a magazine
Curves in the right places
One in a million faces
Everywhere she went she caused a scene
That night I fell asleep
She left and hit the street
To get off by any means
She found a willing man
And the cycle starts again
For that Skanky Kelly V.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
She owns me. She ******* owns me.
She owns my mind. She owns my heart.
She owns my breath, my gaze, my thoughts...
I'm hers, and, yet, I am not.
She won't care for what she has.
She mistreats me.
She hurts me.
She confuses me.
Little by little, she breaks me.
Piece by piece I crumble.
Slowly I lose myself in this black hole from which I can't escape.
She won't let me go,
because she owns me.
How was I foolish enough to fall for it again?
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
"I want to be happy."
"Content woman."
"Successful."
"have a rich husband."
every teen girl's dream,
when asked what the future holds;
what happened to unicorn fantasies,
and our hearts of gold?
now instead of golden hearts,
we want men with trust funds and charm.
turning a cold shoulder to our true selves,
yet complaining about rude names,
when called ****** who're only after wealth.
why do we do this to ourselves?
we're so capable,
yet we'd rather lean on,
somebody who mistreats us,
and doles out small amounts,
of love and care;
we try so terribly hard,
to grasp on,
onto that slippery piece of feeling,
and when it leaves,
we're put back into that pit of empty,
pitch black and dull,
until they come back when they want us,
but we're still left wanting for more.
so, please.
learn from the story of millions.
stories of girls,
with so much potential.
don't force yourself to be content,
when you can bargain for more,
then,
only then,
can we step up the ladder,
to be even to those,
who jeered and mocked,
and took advantage,
of our kind hearts.
-YYC
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 10:22 PM UTC
Gorgeous
Beautiful
Pretty
Wonderful
Delightful
It's takes a fool to let a man call her a B.
And don't react and still call him her man.
When there are so many great words to describe you.
An insecure woman might tolerate a fool.
But when you look around it seems good women do too.
Simply fantastic.
My life.
My love.
My heart.
It takes a fool to let a man mistreats you.
When you aware of the good heart beating within you.
Some people settle on hurt like it's a curse.
Just to say they have a man.
Without understanding sometimes, they must change the plans.
Love no longer goes to a fool.
Who decides to treat you cruel?
But then, this is just my opinion.
And others has the option to put their own two cents in.
I just believe , it takes a fool to stay a fool.
To stay with someone treating you cruel.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
They say to forgive and forget. I’m pretty good at forgiving. Sometimes forgiveness is my weakness. I never forget though. When someone mistreats me and breaks my trust that betrayal plays over and over in my head. You can forgive someone and still keep your guard up. When someone mistreats you to the point they put their hands on you and then wants to be your friend, that is a trap waiting to bite you in the *** You don’t have to be friends with the person you forgive. You forgive someone so you set yourself free from the anger because of whatever they did to you. It has nothing to do with them. Just because someone forgives you doesn’t mean your that person’s friend, doesn’t mean that the situation didn’t happen, doesn’t mean karma isn’t coming for you. I’ve forgiven a lot of people. Am I going to be friends with those people? Nope. Am I going to say “Hello” to them in the store if I see them? Hell no. Some doors are better closed because for some reason whenever their open all hell breaks loose. I don’t want my life to be anymore chaotic then it already has been. I’ve let go of the past, I’m moving on in the present, I have my guard up for the future so I know how to better handle a situation when trust is broken. I hope my enemies can do the same all the while doing me the pleasure of staying away from me.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC
If there's an opening in your heart.
That needs to be filled.
Know this.
I'm more than qualified to fulfill it.
My qualifications speaks for themselves.
From my understanding.
From the compassion of my heart.
I'm more than qualified to love you.
Believe this.
Then realize and take notes.
You can't deny it.
I'm more than qualified.
Now, this might be what gets me off the list.
Somethings that's good for us.
We mistreats it.
Leading us later to come to regret it.
Now that I have applied.
Take all my information aside.
And then decide if I meet your qualification.
Cause I'm more than qualified.
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 4:20 PM UTC
Cut off all of my ten toes
find secrets no one knows
Break my arms more way than one
still I won't beg when you're done
Rip my skin apart
tear out my heart
You'll see it still beats
no matter the mistreats
Pain is nothing anymore
something I can just ignore
I shall prove not to be bested
my stubbornness is untested
You'll **** me anyways
and just light me ablaze
Yet I'll give it all of my kept strength
surviving the torture regardless of length
May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC
He says he is the "chosen one."
Could the man be more deluded?
That he's totally lost his marbles
Could easily be concluded.
Listening to his rants can drive
The conscientious person insane.
How much more nonsense does he
Harbor in his addled brain?
To save us from what? That's the question
One must ask. One thing's clear:
His strategies divide the country,
Causing hatred, doubt, and fear.
Keeping track of all his lies
Is a monumental task.
Could he be more unfit for the office
Of president? one must ask.
He couldn't care less whether
His policies are in error
Or if he mistreats immigrants
During his odious reign of terror.
Our history of cruelty
From slavery to internment camps
Has haunted us for years, but Trump
Is gleefully upping the amps.
Was he "chosen" to help the wealthy,
Damage the economy, take away rights,
Inflict deep pain, hurt the environment,
And pander to evangelical whites?
If he was chosen to do all of that,
He has been doing an excellent job.
Just to know how much chaos he's wreaked
Certainly makes his cruel heart throb.
So if he must be chosen for something,
If only he forevermore
Could soon be the one CHOSEN
To EXIT through the White House door!
-by Bob B (8-22-19)
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 10:34 AM UTC