When No One Saw and No One Heard

A shadowed child crouched in a rain-soaked forest, surrounded by mud and fading light.

What becomes of the child whose screams dissolve into silence?

With closed ears,
no-one heard the whimpers
of a lost boy defiled in the dirt.

Clammy hands
groped my squirming body
while I writhed beneath his raw power.

With closed eyes,
no-one saw his thrilled thrusts
leave the soil soaked in my hurried hurt.

H, buried beneath their ignorance

Whispers from the Wound: More Grief Poems to Mourn…

Grieving man kneels at a grave as doves fly upward and fiery trumpets blaze in a dark sky

Thunderous Trumpets Blew

Hell burned in your gaze while Heaven’s trumpets shook the sky; I kissed your soul as doves lifted grief into starlight.

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A kneeling young man in a dark ruined corridor, with candles and a rocking horse at his feet, watches a shadowy figure walk away

Big Daddy

A heart-wrenching lyric poem about father loss, neglect and the quiet devastation that followed. Through strangers and shadows, one boy tried to replace the love he never received — and never forgot.

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Gnarled black tree with hunched, cloaked figures rooted into its twisted base under a stormy sky

Fed on Dirt

A brutal meditation on inherited trauma, this poem uses visceral natural imagery to portray a family choked by its own roots, where no light reaches, no healing takes and love rots on the vine.

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Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…

A sorrowful crowned woman stands in shadow before a barred window inside a dark stone fortress.

I Exist in Your Fortress

A soul imprisoned behind unseen walls, where sunlight never reaches and mockery reigns. Yet within the cold—a spark endures, whispering, “I exist.”

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Bare-chested man bound in chains, silenced and shadowed by a dark demonic figure

You Took Away My Voice

A fierce, defiant protest against forced silence and psychological abuse, this poem exposes the cruelty of control, the violence of censorship, and the quiet war waged against a soul struggling to speak.

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Dark figure cloaked in storm light stands among wilted flowers as crows circle overhead.

In His Embrace, I Slowly Died

He gave me what my father never could—then tore it away in the night. Beneath his caress, bruises bloomed. His words bewitched the ghosts of my heart. In his embrace, I withered, unseen by the world.

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Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…

A monochromatic gothic painting of a wilted, rotting plant rooted in cracked soil beneath a storm-darkened sky, with a faint rainbow breaking through the clouds—symbolizing decay, neglect, and a fragile yearning for hope.

When Roots Rot

Grown in filth without the warmth of nurture, this sorrowful bloom tells of roots strangled by deceit and veins longing for colour. A wilted soul sways in storms, aching for the tender promise of a rainbow.

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A decayed throne stands in the ruins of a dark city, shadowed by a towering cathedral beneath storm clouds, symbolizing greed, deception, and moral decay.

Veins of Corruption

Beneath polished speeches and pious robes, corruption festers—its breath thick with greed, its fingers stained by lies, its prayers dripping with perversion.

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A pale young man with closed eyes leans into the touch of a shadowy figure with glowing eyes in the darkness.

Deep Black Eyes

Drawn to the spark of another man, a body trembles and burns beneath the weight of forbidden longing. A compact and searing meditation on desire and shame.

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