Mistreatment Poems

Mistreatment poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of mistreatment poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on mistreatment are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

The Fair-sex

The Fair sex short poem

The fair sex Taking care of self In her own ways Making up herself. The womankind Surprises entire mankind Self-defining muliebrity Softness and effeminacy. Still tough to toil In and outdoors But fully satisfied Needing no more. Self-dependent And self-reliant

Poems containing references to : Mistreatment

Vivid Legacy Of A Voiceless Legend

Vivid Legacy Of A Voiceless Legend long poem

Hours before the birth of the gem, There was an affectionate argument between them; Her father said, ”Watch my child change the state as a minister”, To which her mom quipped, ”No she’ll deliver unbiased justice as a barrister.” When

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Rupestrian

Rupestrian short poem

My happiness ends here , on a Sunday’s evening after the cross atop the church’s steeple becomes cooler after this bright red sunset there will be no more painless, careless,fearless moments the asphalt is empty and dull for my soles,it’s

The Shadow

The Shadow prose poem

The Shadow is not me But it is still mine That is why I say to my friends See how long my shadow is Or how short it is Sometimes multiple shadows But when I was growing up I asked

It’s Not Blood That Matters

Its Not Blood That Matters sonnet poems

You are tall, intelligent, one of a kind woman I know. A caring, humble, straightforward kind of girl, befriended by all. Never did I realize that time introduced me to your world. And that’s how our friendship started without lies,

Choices

Choices prose poem

Choices She just stopped one day, halted and held back, from going to school, My little girl. She sat back And ruminated. halted and held back By a force invisible, Her reasons: immiscible . Whispers and worries, ricocheted back and

The Tadpoles Didn’t See

The Tadpoles Didn’t See prose poem

The surface rippled, Three pairs of feet plopped in And the tadpoles scurried To hide in caverns. Sighs of relief Brushed over the tiny rock pool As cool water Soothed sore feet. The tadpoles gambolled again, Silence drawing them out;

Feeding The Lizards

Feeding The Lizards short poem

These souls incognito, twice removed, sipping the ‘blue-bloods’ auric crowns, burning spirit candle’s flame of attitude, turn you inside-out like puppet clowns. While you eat the flesh of every other, fashioning conscience by divine right, pyramid’s eye is blind n’

Mom’s The Word

Moms The Word long poem

Mom’s the word…A BIRTHDAY TRIBUTE She was the eighth child out of the ten born to the high-profile session judge couple; She spent her childhood amidst her siblings in a traditional orthodox environment with an aristocrat touch in her lifestyle.

Atlantic City, Not A Place

Atlantic City, Not A Place long poem

Atlantic City, not a place but the fragment Of a memory that lights up bright and garish In the starless night when day is done When ragged dreams arise from murky beds Beneath the waves washing up like seaweed On

Herald Of A New Day

Herald Of A New Day short poem

The crackle of the fire has deadened red worms hidden deep in the heart of ash, to hear it you’d have to get your face close like a dog preparing to sniff another dog’s ass. The sleeping animals never dream

Ripples

Ripples short poem

I am driven across the river of time In silence tinged with voices within, People have always been playing parts As heroes or lovers to lift their hearts. Their voices sparkle in pages of history The stormy breath of struggle

The Reaper Is Waiting!

The Reaper Is Waiting! short poem

As mom lays me down to sleep. I Don’t pray to god because me he cant keep. I fear the shadow and ice cold reap. For he is here to take my hand. I will not live to become a

Grace

Grace short poem

Listen to the music draw, hear it from the pit. I am full of shock and awe, more I won’t admit. Light feet take me on the the trip, as I begin to form, soundless words which you might skip,

In A Box

In A Box prose poem

In a box with rusty padlocks in a corner of my head, Are the broken toys of a childhood, laid to rest in premature separation. Drowned emotions and strangled feelings, together dressed in black, Are shadows of an inquisitive soul

Valentine

Valentine short poem

Your body in mud pack, in line of fire suddenly finds a lover. I was watching with concern. Cup of soul, lined with abrasive desires was empty. Do not go raging in the sea, to collect the salt. The pink

Make The Best Of Today

Make The Best Of Today short poem

Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring Could be sunshine, could be rain Could be pleasure, could be pain But you got to have faith over fear Even in your darkest hours and Drowning in your own tears, keep the Faith,

Peace

Peace short poem

Peace-inner condition of mind- a quiet flowing river of invisible waves, sea wave of righteousness, money can’t buy. Peace-tranquility upon soul- calmness upon mind and body; those-you love-their home you make a resting place, your haters-upon them are disquiet and

Anxious Annie

Anxious Annie short poem

From yelling and screaming, to sobbing and feeling down. From being mad as hell, to throwing shit around. From an unwelcomed frown, to thoughts of regret. From pondering lifes path, to darting thoughts of fret. From shouting and kicking, to

I Fly In Flames

I Fly In Flames short poem

My wings fly with flaming heart, soaring high in the sky but in utter vain. Like sunshine in the rain, but burnt and charred, it so hurts. Delving into the same old refuge, filled with solitude in a world full

The Sunset Through Your Eyes

The Sunset Through Your Eyes short poem

The morning flock returning to their nest, Piercing the yellow shine in the high sky, Mighty mountains and silent trees stood witness, To the painting drawn by the scorching sun, The sweet rhythm of waves and the coldness of The

Watching The Rollers

Watching The Rollers sonnet poems

I can’t recall the people on the train from Delhi to Jammu. I don’t retain their style of dress, their speech or anything. All I can see is the bob of the telephone lines where roller birds regard the country

Friend Maybe?

Friend Maybe? prose poem

As I ponder upon the color in my life a friend brought, I fall into a boulevard of meanings which is difficult to sort, Which compounds a lot of emotions together making a heavy stout, The satisfying talks that I

Old Age

Old Age short poem

Wishing a long life for some one dear, may be gesture oozing deep from ones heart The long life may be a boon if the person is hale and healthy If the person is sick and tardy his life is

The Falling Star

The Falling Star long poem

The falling star !! Twinky twinky tiny star.. Here is the story how you are !! Don’t be shy and give a fly.. As I dive in you and die !! A long away.. Before the 23 years bay.. !!

Because Of A Name

Because Of A Name short poem

His middle names Hussein First names barack, by the way The president of the united states And here he lives, born and raised But people like to complain About his “undeserving fame” All because of that Muslim name? What a

Gabble

Gabble short poem

i see two hands i see a face with eyes closed is the face in ecstasy or pain another story for another day i see a smile now and a kiss with wet lips i hear the proclamation of love

Gift

Gift prose poem

I would give you the glow of the fullest harvest moon on the darkest night but I am only a star! I would give you the sun from the warmest summer day but I am only darkness. I would give

“Diamond”- The Love

Diamond  The Love short poem

One day, I was sitting alone with compassion, Studious thoughts were flowing in my mind rigorously, That I was alone in this world, Nobody is there with me, how can I achieve my dream, Hope that Love should always be

Have you seen a dream crumble?

Have you seen a dream crumble? short poem

Have you seen a dream crumble, I just did Not one sound it made, nor a mercy bid Silently and softly it shed its tears Finally unbounded from all its fears Some piercing pain I felt Something perishing and foul

Hope

Hope short poem

I look through my window and like what I see Clear blue sky soaring high above me The air so fresh and a pleasure to breathe Fluffy white clouds made of what you believe Beneath the canopy of life-giving wonder

Wicked Cahoots

Wicked Cahoots short poem

When he made his first personal appearance in the dirty alley on someone else’s rusty bike, screaming along in a cloud of dust, it rendered us all speechless and motionless. But I was amazed that despite his grey-faced surliness, he

Listening To The Sea

Listening To The Sea short poem

Rains have made me wet by now Turning dark as the sky reflects Every droplet I take within myself Thirsty of love and oneness When will mankind awaken Not to separate me by boundaries Labeling me and identifying me For

From My Journals ‘love’

From My Journals love short poem

The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half

Grey

Grey long poem

I’m all about the extremes But not in this case Don’t give me no black or white I love me a little bit of Grey I don’t really wanna have an opinion I don’t really wanna chose a path I

A Soul Song For My Mother, Mom!

A Soul Song For My Mother, Mom! short poem

Read it slowww-lyy, Here I am loneee-lyy, Writing a song for my mother Mom. Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Beautiful days, dull sunrays, The time is fleeting like tides and waves. Far from home, living alone, writing a song for my

Emotion Market

Emotion Market short poem

This market is full of gimmickries, They can attract you till you feel your heartbeats, You can splurge whole your heart out, Like cash, card, love, greed, Your sentiments too, In whatever shapes and forms, But, your hunger is never

A Little Thing Called ‘purpose’

A Little Thing Called purpose long poem

Sometimes souls are inspired Sometimes souls are broken Sometimes souls have goals Sometimes souls be laissez-faire Is there really a purpose for the existence of a soul? My soul contemplated. First there was nothing when the soul was personified in

A Man Without A Soul

A Man Without A Soul short poem

A different day, Is about to start… Another day, To make it last… As the sun, Creeps over the horizon… I’ll find my way, Back to fun…! As the day will grow old, I’ll be moving on… Away from the

Unromantic Circumstances

Unromantic Circumstances short poem

Situation of inflation. Betrayal saturates your current fate. Destiny can no longer wait. Your enemies deceive and hate. Objectify a small white lie. An unanswered why. People and things fall apart. Torn in half with broken hearts. Salvage pieces to