"trafficker" poems - Hello Poetry

(1/15/13) the human trafficker sells your body , sells your soul they keep you under their control. to them you are just a piece of meat for humanity to sit and eat. the younger the victim the easier to control by the time they're teens- their spirit is cold. no longer do they have the will to fight it's become their way of life. they never had a childhood or a family to love or to even know what love's about for their hearts and minds have been turned inside out. fear is the only thing they know and in their face it will show. many are bought and put on the streets if they don't meet their quota - they don't eat. then there are those who are sold privatly those are the ones that you never see. most are girls - but there are boys and they're all used as ****** toys. we have to let all countries know human trafficking has got to go. (C) L . RAMS

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Jan 16, 2013

Jan 16, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC

louis-rams

human trafficking ( part two)

(1/15/13) the human trafficker sells your body , sells your soul they keep you under their control. to them you are just a piece of meat for humanity to sit and eat. the younger the victim the easier to control by the time they're teens- their spirit is cold. no longer do they have the will to fight it's become their way of life. they never had a childhood or a family to love or to even know what love's about for their hearts and minds have been turned inside out. fear is the only thing they know and in their face it will show. many are bought and put on the streets if they don't meet their quota - they don't eat. then there are those who are sold privatly those are the ones that you never see. most are girls - but there are boys and they're all used as ****** toys. we have to let all countries know human trafficking has got to go. (C) L . RAMS

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Among the shadows where two streets cross, A woman lurks in the dark and waits To move on when a policeman heaves in view. Smiling a broken smile from a face Painted over haggard bones and desperate eyes, All night she offers passers-by what they will Of her beauty wasted, body faded, claims gone, And no takers.

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Carl Sandburg

Trafficker

Among the shadows where two streets cross, A woman lurks in the dark and waits To move on when a policeman heaves in view. Smiling a broken smile from a face Painted over haggard bones and desperate eyes, All night she offers passers-by what they will Of her beauty wasted, body faded, claims gone, And no takers.

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Orangey so tangy loosely her words flowery so rustic fun* erotic* the panic straight jacket going ginger snaps her ticket *Pocketful of sunshine in your pocket* ****** the maestro In the stars of the cosmos On the edge but earthly Let's go slow Did we miss the whole entire glow "So Tickle me Pink" The stardust funds of the trust Having a light fuse The picturesque Fields so mystique personality Lights up unique Your word against mine In a matter of fact were in It's your cue waves pull me in If so the sky does it remain always blue such a variety Of cookies no outrageous Time for Oreos What's inside its outside Cleopatra's eyes snap away Like a masquerade Don't rain on my parade Love of Virginia innocently Love is the drug insanely Scrapes on her knees The western front Ginger Snaps Those bottle caps and buzzing honey bees Tangerine trees Galavant like General Lee Ginger the gunslinger She's the singer eating Saralees Whats to boot But getting closer To the naked eye to the surface be wise "Owl Hoot" So lovely genuinely He's husky and ruly Apps Gingersnaps Exchanging cat naps Her lips in higher states of trips Trying to get there Bohemian Rapsody The Queen of the economy Photo editing Unicorn pony Another brainless wedding We are the champions What a snitch like a witch Bad luck switch the lion's den Topiary timeless good luck Zen Loud sirens Drug trafficker morons The plastic Surgeons Backstabber persons Blue jeans snap taking a Sniff Shiba Uni howls To be loved in beauty My Mom Judy good earth bounty Tall and sleek every week Smells of Ginger no danger The earth on her cheeks Can love be any truer Into the Gala the apple of her eye never goodbye

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Jan 23, 2019

Jan 23, 2019 at 8:17 AM UTC

robinHelloRow

Ginger Snaps

Orangey so tangy loosely her words flowery so rustic fun* erotic* the panic straight jacket going ginger snaps her ticket *Pocketful of sunshine in your pocket* ****** the maestro In the stars of the cosmos On the edge but earthly Let's go slow Did we miss the whole entire glow "So Tickle me Pink" The stardust funds of the trust Having a light fuse The picturesque Fields so mystique personality Lights up unique Your word against mine In a matter of fact were in It's your cue waves pull me in If so the sky does it remain always blue such a variety Of cookies no outrageous Time for Oreos What's inside its outside Cleopatra's eyes snap away Like a masquerade Don't rain on my parade Love of Virginia innocently Love is the drug insanely Scrapes on her knees The western front Ginger Snaps Those bottle caps and buzzing honey bees Tangerine trees Galavant like General Lee Ginger the gunslinger She's the singer eating Saralees Whats to boot But getting closer To the naked eye to the surface be wise "Owl Hoot" So lovely genuinely He's husky and ruly Apps Gingersnaps Exchanging cat naps Her lips in higher states of trips Trying to get there Bohemian Rapsody The Queen of the economy Photo editing Unicorn pony Another brainless wedding We are the champions What a snitch like a witch Bad luck switch the lion's den Topiary timeless good luck Zen Loud sirens Drug trafficker morons The plastic Surgeons Backstabber persons Blue jeans snap taking a Sniff Shiba Uni howls To be loved in beauty My Mom Judy good earth bounty Tall and sleek every week Smells of Ginger no danger The earth on her cheeks Can love be any truer Into the Gala the apple of her eye never goodbye

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years before I was born are the most difficult to forget and in turn the most arduous to forgive I liken myself to a criminal trafficker burglar thriving off my skin bathing in my own chest cavity each day I wake up and my cells **** themselves at the point of full collapse my dendrites and synapses abide when I look back now on years past, things that have been said, or done, or not said, or not done I realize there is no leaving there is no going there is no running there is what is left and all that follows

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Feb 18, 2014

Feb 18, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC

joe-satkowski

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years before I was born are the most difficult to forget and in turn the most arduous to forgive I liken myself to a criminal trafficker burglar thriving off my skin bathing in my own chest cavity each day I wake up and my cells **** themselves at the point of full collapse my dendrites and synapses abide when I look back now on years past, things that have been said, or done, or not said, or not done I realize there is no leaving there is no going there is no running there is what is left and all that follows

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In the kingdom of Saturday an angel holds nothing, encompassed by picture frames. A human trafficker bites a popped Tylenol, Eviscerates the nightmares that circle his crown. An optimist puts their hands up, Envisions a tableau soothed with moisturizer. A chieftain offers a beer to an orphaned Child, lush with vermillion blotches. A physician shrinks down in front of, A simmered-out wife, head towards the door. A gypsy considers being alone, xenophobia resiliently grips her throat. A mystified boy points to a girl, Whispers inaudibly “I miss making her laugh.” A priest begins an unimaginable service, “My prayer is simple, my dear one, Live for tomorrow, not yesterday. Open your hands.

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Aug 31, 2017

Aug 31, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC

hailynsuarez

While I Adjust My Glasses

In the kingdom of Saturday an angel holds nothing, encompassed by picture frames. A human trafficker bites a popped Tylenol, Eviscerates the nightmares that circle his crown. An optimist puts their hands up, Envisions a tableau soothed with moisturizer. A chieftain offers a beer to an orphaned Child, lush with vermillion blotches. A physician shrinks down in front of, A simmered-out wife, head towards the door. A gypsy considers being alone, xenophobia resiliently grips her throat. A mystified boy points to a girl, Whispers inaudibly “I miss making her laugh.” A priest begins an unimaginable service, “My prayer is simple, my dear one, Live for tomorrow, not yesterday. Open your hands.

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