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Daddy's Doll
- Published: December 2008
in Abuse Poems

The frigerator is full of beer,
And the couch is full of crumbs.
I go to bed and in my head,
I just know he's going to come.

The frigerator is full of beer,
And the couch is full of crumbs.
I go to bed and in my head,
I just know he's going to come.

For my dear old Dad, has made me sad,
By playing house with me,
And you can bet, I can't forget,
All the things he's done to me.

For he's robbed me of my purity,
And he's stripped me of my pride,
He took from me my virginity,
And he ruined me inside.

It makes no sense my innocence,
Was forced to take a tragic fall.
I don't know why but I know that I,
Have become my Daddy's Doll.

I'm so confused for I've been abused,
And I don't think he will stop.
It sounds absurd but If I say a word,
I know I'll get a pop.

And I'll have to lie about my eye,
When it is black and blue.
I slipped and fell, I hurt like hell,
But what am I to do?

It will do more harm if I tell my Mom,
Because she'll think it's a lie.
And for a fact, she'll tell me that,
"Daddy's not that type of guy".

And because I'm young, I bite my tongue,
And my tears begin to fall.
I wonder why I have to cry,
And be my Daddy' Doll.
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The Strongest Girl I Ever Knew

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- Published: January 2009
Inspirational Poem About Disabled Sister

in Inspirational Poems

She never got to dance
Or go to her own prom.
She never got the chance
To forget where she came from.

She never got to dance
Or go to her own prom.
She never got the chance
To forget where she came from.

She never got to kiss,
A man she idolized.
She never felt love's bliss,
'Cause she was paralyzed.

She never got to talk
About love with a smile.
She never got to walk
Down a church's aisle.

She never got to say
Those precious words, "I Do."
But she was far and away
The strongest girl I ever knew.

She couldn't brush her hair
Or put make up on her face.
She couldn't hold you dear
Or give you a warm embrace.

She couldn't clasp her hands
As if in the form of prayer.
She couldn't understand
Why she was in a wheelchair.

She never showed her fears
Or let you hear her cries.
She never showed the tears
That fell down from her eyes.

She never looked for pity
Or sympathy from you.
That's why she'll always be
The strongest girl I ever knew.
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I Never Asked You To Be My Dad
- Published: November 2008
in Abuse Poems

I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked for the hurt and pain,
Or for the nights that were half insane.
I never asked for fights that were wild,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked you to beat up my Mom,
Or for a blanket to help keep me warm.
I never asked you to leave me alone,
Or to grow up in a broken down home.

I never asked for this horrible life,
Or for the conflicts, the quarrels, and strife.
I never once asked that I be defiled,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked to be raised in prison,
Or to see darkness though the sun had risen.
I never asked you to raise holy hell,
Or for my bedroom to be like a jail cell.

I never asked to be used and abused,
Or to sit in my room dazed and confused.
I never asked for the crap that has piled,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked for a brand new bike,
Or for any toys that I used to like.
I never asked you to throw me a ball,
Or for the bruises when I took a "fall."

I never asked once, but I'm asking you now.
I hope you make me understand somehow.
How you could treat me so freaking bad,
That I never asked you to be my Dad.
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The Child Within
- Published: December 2008
in Abuse Poems

I'm reminiscing and I'm missing,
The childhood I never had.
I'm triggering and I'm figuring,
There were reasons to be sad.

I'm reminiscing and I'm missing,
The childhood I never had.
I'm triggering and I'm figuring,
There were reasons to be sad.

I'm supposing and I'm closing,
In on all my childhood fears.
I'm indicting and I'm inviting,
The people behind my tears.

I'm reflecting and I'm injecting,
The power of God above.
I'm unmasking and I'm asking,
Why the child was void of love.

I'm a hunting and I'm confronting,
The abusers once again.
I'm a hurting but I'm supporting,
The courage of the child within.

I'm remising and I'm dismissing,
The notion that I was no good.
I'm a fearing but I'm a sharing,
All aspects of my childhood.

I'm a feeling but I'm a dealing,
With all of my past issues,
I'm a dying and I'm a crying,
So please pass me the tissues.

I'm confiding and I'm not hiding,
From the issues I must explore.
I'm expressing and not suppressing,
The child's feelings anymore.

I'm a shrieking but I'm a seeking,
To help heal the child again.
I'm a grinning because I'm winning,
The trust of the child within.
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When A Part Of America Died
- Published: September 2019
Poem About 9/11

in Current Events Poems

September Eleventh Two Thousand and One
The Big Apple awoke, a new day had begun.
The Statue of Liberty was standing so proud
As God and Freedom were singing out loud.

September Eleventh Two Thousand and One
The Big Apple awoke, a new day had begun.
The Statue of Liberty was standing so proud
As God and Freedom were singing out loud.

Native New Yorkers were starting to enter
The Twin Towers called The World Trade Center.
They went to their office and they worked with pride
On this day when a part of America died.

The people of Boston were also at work
Responsibilities they never would shirk.
The traffic was brutal as it is every morn,
But each day they brave it for the show must go on.

Now Downtown was open, Logan Airport was too
As people boarded their flights they had not a clue
Terrorists were sitting right there by their side
On this day when a part of America died.

Now at 8:46, the whole world was in shock
When there was an explosion that shook the whole block,
And downtown Manhattan was like a war zone,
For these terrorists attacked us right in our own home

As the planes hit The Towers, there was a bad fire.
The people were screaming as the flames grew higher,
But through this disaster they still showed their pride
On this day when a part of America died.

The police and firemen didn't think of themselves.
Not one person said, "It's every man for himself."
For to those trapped inside each man was a brother.
On their wounded shoulders they carried each other

Although September Eleventh brought death and dismay.
We all banded together in the U.S.A.
We showed our courage, our strength and our pride
On this day when a part of America died.
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Goodbye, Mister Cocaine
- Published: December 2008
Poem About Walking Away From Cocaine

in Addiction Poems about Family

Now who's that knocking on my brain?
I hope it's not you, Mister Cocaine.
Because Mr. Cocaine, you and I are through,
And so is the fake fun that I had with you.

Now who's that knocking on my brain?
I hope it's not you, Mister Cocaine.
Because Mr. Cocaine, you and I are through,
And so is the fake fun that I had with you.

Now Mr. Cocaine, how could you dare,
Even have the nerve to come around here?
Because of you, I lost my wife and kids,
And I'll never forgive you for what you did.

For you made me lie, cheat, swindle and steal,
And you convinced me it was no big deal.
To lie to my sister and rip off my brother,
And even steal from my own sweet mother.

You brought me to places I didn't want to be,
You made me see things I didn't want to see.
You made me do things I didn't want to do,
Like leaving my kids just to hang out with you.

You promised you'd be there, but you left me alone,
You didn't even answer when I called on the phone.
You promised me riches, but you then left me poor,
And these are the reasons I don't want you anymore.

So goodbye, Mr. Cocaine and goodbye pain,
Goodbye to the days of acting insane.
Goodbye to the nights we spent together,
Goodbye, Mr. Cocaine and goodbye forever.
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The Baby Must Be
- Published: November 2008
in Abortion Poems

The baby's conceived,
Without being planned.
A night of passion,
With an unknown man.

The baby's conceived,
Without being planned.
A night of passion,
With an unknown man.

The girl is distraught,
The man is long gone.
The intimate moment,
Does not linger on.

The girl is confused,
Knows not what to do.
The friends that she has,
Are precious and few.

The girl's family
Will shun her for sure.
If she tells the truth,
They'll love her no more.

The thoughts in her head,
Ungodly at best.
"I can't have this child,
My life is a mess.

The drugs that I'm on,
Have taken their toll.
They rule my body,
My mind and my soul."

The answer's simple,
It'll just take one day.
She'll have The Clinic
Sweep the baby away.

The Lord in her heart,
Says, "Please trust in me."
And deep down inside,
She knows the baby must be.
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The Happiest Day Of My Life
- Published: March 2009
in Wedding Poems

The happiest day of my life
Was when I first laid eyes on you
For you were like a gift from God
An Angel sweet and beautiful

The happiest day of my life
Was when I first laid eyes on you
For you were like a gift from God
An Angel sweet and beautiful

Deep inside my tender heart
Actually felt your halo shine
I quickly knelt and prayed to God
And I asked Him to make you mine

The happiest day of my life
Was the day when I first kissed you
For I had never felt a kiss
So tender, soft and beautiful

But when I felt your gentle lips
I could have sworn I owned the world
Right then and there I knew for sure
You would forever be my girl

The happiest day of my life
I guess it has to be right now
For here I stand in front of God
Ready to make a Solemn Vow

A vow to have you as my wife
And to love you with all my heart
To honor you and cherish you
And say, "Until death do we part."

The happiest day of my life
Has to be on some future day
About fifty years down the road
Upon the death bed that I lay

For when God calls me on that day
If I still have you as my wife
I'll die on the happiest day
The happiest day of my life
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The Queen Of Pain
- Published: December 2008
in Addiction Poems

The Queen of Pain,
Her Royal "Highness".
An Evil Dictator,
Who doesn't care less.

The Queen of Pain,
Her Royal "Highness".
An Evil Dictator,
Who doesn't care less.
If a faithful servant,
Who worships her throne.
Dies like a pauper,
In the cold all alone.

The Queen of Pain,
Makes bowing enticing.
And honoring her,
Seem so inviting.
Each faithful servant,
Is lead by the "arm".
And "stuck" in a Kingdom,
Of make believe charm.

The Queen of pain,
The Almighty Fraud.
A flirtatious wink,
Followed up by a "nod".
A "pointed" smile,
A shortness of breath.
A devious laugh,
As you're laying near death.

The Queen of Pain,
A villain and knave.
A Master of Lies,
Who loves to enslave.
But each faithful servant,
Can put an end to her reign.
By refusing to bow,
To The Queen of Pain.
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I Love Your Smile
- Published: January 2011
in Sweet Love Poems

I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the way each passing day
You give a love so warm and true.

I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the way each passing day
You give a love so warm and true.

I love your clothes, your turned-up nose,
The way your precious kisses taste,
But most of all, my living doll,
I love the smile upon your face.

I love your lips and slender hips.
I love the giggle in your talk.
I love your class and your sweet sass,
The wiggle in your sexy walk.

I love your shrug and your warm hug,
Love your tender and warm embrace.
But most of all, my living doll,
I love the smile upon your face.

I love your look, the way you cook.
I love your heart, your soul and mind.
I love the way you laugh and play,
How you always treat me so kind.

I love the fact you are intact.
I love your style, charm and grace,
But most of all, my living doll,
I love the smile upon your face.

I love your charms, your loving arms,
How you hold me so tenderly.
I love the bliss, the happiness
When you're making sweet love to me.

I love when you get naughty, too
And kiss me all over the place,
But most of all, my living doll,
I love the smile upon your face.
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