Toture poems on Hello Poetry

Debbie Ogenyi May 2016

You wonder why she loved you
Deceit lust and betrayal
But she did,eyes blinded
Till truth unfolds with time
Love it fades in the face of reality
Bitter but real

Let her flyaway
Let her breakfree

Listen,the sound of drums
Toes taping in rejoicing
Hear the the laughter of freedom
She is no longer your prisoner
Let her walk with her head held high
She is beauty,elegance and dignity

You wonder why she loved you
Toture disrespect and hate
But she did,Ignorance
She held on though her blistered palm
Knowing not her worth

But she knows today
See she smiles at her reflection
She is beautiful not because you say

Let her flyaway
Let her breakfree

#strongwomen #africanwomen #beautifulwomen #forvictimsofrapeandabuse #womenwhoknowtheirworth #formenwhorespectwomen #fortruelove

NOLWAZI JOUBERT Sep 2015

...bullied

She spends most of her days in doldrums,
always segregated from the whole crowd.
Everyone uses her acts and games against her.

It seemed like a game and they liked it.
But now it is toture,
she is being bullied
she fears coming to school,
she fails to catch some sleep at now,
their words keep ringing in her ears at night.

Today in the morning it was her shoe lace,
after assisting them
the only thanks they give is by making her feel misrable.
Now this afternoon she is crying,
and it all seems like a joke to them.

"Nomathemba help me with Accounting !"
they call out everyday.
After her help they become ironic,
"she is a distinction student".
They make her feel belittled.

"Dont worry you will be Accountant one day...
Because Accountants are greedy too"
i am not willing to support them,
their games are surely bad.

She fails to laugh,
nor smile,
her heart filled with pain.
She is a victim of emotional abuse,
and am the only one who seems to care.
What happened to the unity amongst us?

#pain #bully #belittle #emtional-abuse

Latiaaa Jan 2014

Toture

And in those days men shall seek death and shall not fight it. And they shall desire to die and death shall flee from them.

Let it not be death, but let it be completeness. Men shall let death melt into memory.

They shall desire to die standing naked in the wind and to burn in the sunlight, with or without fate.

Men shall wait till their hearts burst or erupt from overload of blood. Their bones should crackle and snap with every footstep.
Let them echo the word death. Let it foretell.

They shall rub their skin with hot, sizzling, popping grease. Shall drug themselves with gin and kosher salt.

With holes in their stomachs, men shall pant, “Death is divine.” Men shall love the bitter-sweet blood trickle down their eyes like tap water.
Let their knees burn on hot coal.

May their hearts fill with asphalt and their head fill up with toxic gases. Men shall sniff poison like they sniff flowers.
They shall skip on nails rather than in meadows.

Let them chew on tar and mate with eels. Bathe in acid and grow mold spots. Shall dance in the fire and choke on their teeth.
Crucify, liquefy, impale bleed them dry.

Scratch their backs with cacti and sleep with spiders in their mouths.
Shall hang themselves like ornaments on a tree.

Let them swing in the washing machines and stretch their faces till the skin falls like paper.

The men shall realize that death is their relative and not a sin. They will love it and cherish it.

John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo Nov 2012

The Clown You View Is Never What I See

Its always in goodbye we taste what is the essense of that scar called love.
Pain in nature and no words can capture remorse as well as a milepost in a reaview of thought.
It was there we togather once called home now like a tombstone it stands a marker of what was never to be.

Fracture of heart and bitterness my seal.
Im the leftovers of another we can cleanse this logic or simply say ***** it all and regress.
Forever a lie to the young and a curse to the old.
Has it burned this earth and killed me to all that dare to know
what I could never explain.?

A dance of years now a thought no drug has yet to erase.
Pills aside your drug was the best poisen ive known even with another I
know paradise was a cancer ive long since left behind yet a simple moment can make me slide
into a vice that will see me fall for the last time till next.

Im the clown that circus left behind.
Now a skeleton for home I ask why leaving takes a milestone and emptyness a downpour
as my desert has long stayed dry.

Read the riddle like a oinion pealed only more layers remain.
hell has welcome thought for ive found more toture here.
Voices haunt my thoughts as emptyness thrives inmy existance.
Its has misreble as when we knew each others love please drown so I can
breath life into this wornout frame one last time.

Winter's chill reminds me of what we never had yet again.
People often question what has no meaning to begin with.
As for me I avoid its poisen a scared child hidden in shadow of a
lesser man.

Nothing stands as a reminder of pages wasted in promise of a day that never came.
Sometimes I view that place were we were more than a bad memory and a traggic vice.
Sometimes I yern only for end to what has never been allowed to begin.

The worst prison of all is the mind.

No one is as what the seem.
And understanding sometimes is more misleading than a half *** like button.

Margaretta Sackor Jul 2013

The Voices

The pearls,
Oh how they remind me of the ocean
The cool breeze, the waves slowly crashing
The birds (I forget what they're called, seagills I think)
Yeah, them, flying through the sky and landing on the shores

All the happy memories I once had
All the happy times
Now taken away from me
Snatched right from my fingers
And now here I am left cold
Cold and naked in an empty room, all black

With no soul left,
no emotions,
feelings,
nothing,
no memories

A slave to myself, a slave to the only things I know
Toture to the soul
No mercy, that's all I've known
All he's taught me

Death be upon thy soul were the only words I were taught
He snatched them all, all my memories
And all my happy thoughts
He naked me, naked my soul, naked my mind
And left me there
In that dark empty room with all the voices

The voices
Oh yes, it was the voices that kept me in agony
They kept whispering
"The end is coming" "The end is coming"
Beatened down and broken
There was nothing left to live for,
So I ended it

I don't know where I got it
But sonehow a knife when through my heart
Ending all the agony and within those last few moments,
I remembered
I saw the pearls again one last time
The pearls that reminded me of my memories

Funny what love can do to you
Funny how it emptys you
How it leaves you naked with only the voices to clench to

jeffrey robin Sep 2015

Log Cabin

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she tells so many stories

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I seen the road crosses the bridge leads outa town

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Brother !

She done tired of the dying

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We gotta go somewhere together soon !

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How can you love when you're ashamed of your fear ?

:when you are afraid of you're true feelings

About your own country ?

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We are free sovereign warriors

disguised as angels

Pretending to be

Lost human beings

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? Needing to be " needy "
About

LUV ! ?

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( to write :

I NEED YOU TO SAY

THAT YOU REALLY WANT TO

FALL IN LOVE WITH ME

is not really to write a love poem ! )

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as Americans

We used to have black slaves

Lynch the males

**** the females

And psychological terrorize the children

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Now we simple TOTURE all peoples

Around the world

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So

What I would like to know

ARE YOU OKAY WITH THIS ?

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Love must have a foundation

And that foundation

Must have its roots in reality

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We cross the bridge into the hills

SOME SAY THERE IS A LOG CABIN

AROUND  HERE SOMEWHERE

Micheal Wolf Dec 2016

Naked for a cause

Why are you naked and stood in the road.

I am protesting for others who are enslaved in the east.
They work in sweatshops and are tortured for greed.
Making shirts for shops to sell to you
Cheaper and cheaper your hands has their blood.

Come inside get cleaned up you're filthy too please oh please let me help you.

I can't because oil companies exploited a tribe and poisoned their water and all of them died.
So your heating is shamefull and your water is theft.
Take off your clothes and join me instead.

Well lets get some food and at least check you out, that cough sounds bad and the sores can be dressed.
You can't fight their cause if you're starving to death.

You food is the product of toture and greed
The beasts are in cages and slaughtered in fear
Your crops are GM and killing the earth, become a vegan you know it makes sense.

So all that I have and all that I do is offensive to you?
You're a product of that, with your middle class dad who worked to his death so bills could be paid
He paid through the **** and then with his life for your schooling and dance and all you now hate.
You judge me and others as state sponsored **** while you pioisly lecture then sit smoking dope.

That cough that sounds bad will your mum come soon?
Take you to swiftly to the emergency room, private of course and step daddy pays! You're just rebelling and finding your way.
Then Dr will treat you with a little jab. Tested on monkeys in someones lab
He was at the same Uni and you drank with him, he used his degree and did good with it.
We have evolved, be it good or bad
We've made mistakes and some so bad
But fight from within and make that your goal because hugging a tree will just get you cold
Now go find a cause and work for its good
Because you're an embarrassment to all of us!

For Hannah Egbert

Savannah Charlish Apr 2015

The End

I miss you
I miss you so much it hurts
And every bone in my body wants to tell you just how much I miss you
But my brain is spinning in circles
Because even though I miss you so much it's hard to breathe
You hurt me so bad that Id rather deal with the pain and emptiness that remains in the remembrance of you
Because this loneliness I feel even when I'm surrounded by people
Doesn't compare to the toture of knowing that no matter how much I love you
You'll only ever hurt me over

And over

And over again

Lori Jan 2018

You're my longing

My heart is mourning for your loss
Its more toture than being nailed to the cross
I hurt, I cry, I shout
I can't really live without
I need you here with me
I need you to see
That you're my light
You're my star so bright
You're my smile when I frown
My happiness when I'm down
You're the reason I hold on to my heart
Because my heart's with you, far apart
My soul longs for yours
But you're no where to be found, there are no open doors
So I sit here and ponder
I sit here and wonder
What's love without you here
What's love without you near

• A letter from the numb girl •

#love #heartbreak #theNumbGirl

Patrick Ramsey Nov 2020

Ms. Trust

The main ingredient in a relationship, and it always is a must
Is at the point of extinction, it's this thing that they call trust.

I promise !!  I swear !!   I give you my word !!
As I replay it again, all those words sound  absurd.

Once I believed,  that a deal was a deal.
Well those days are all gone, and it's time to get real.

Long ago it was easy, simply sealed with a shake.
Now you can't tell the difference between a friend and a snake.

They both are appealing with the words that they speak
But they prey on the lonely, the weary, and weak.

They believe the more that you give,  gives them more right to take.
The last of your crumbs before they steal your last plate.

They beg for forgiveness, because they've had it so rough.
Well I'm at the end of my rope !! Yes Enough is Enough !!

I flipped open the bible, not sure where to start ?
When I came to instructions, not to harden my heart.

I was reminded of the toture, and the pain he went through.
And the blood that he shed, to forgive me and  you.

So when you want to give up, and you want to give in.
Remember that the gold road is narrow and thin.

Never lose faith in the lesson, that our savior adored.
We'll all make it to Heaven, if we put our trust in the Lord !!

#trust #relationships

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