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humiliation Poems

21 poems about humiliation

humiliation is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 21 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees humiliation in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.

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Haïti, Un Pays Kidnappé

Haïti, Un Pays Kidnappé Haïti Est un pays Kidnappé, il y a belle lurette Avant la parturition des néfastes baïonnettes Ses ressources sont pillées et vendues à vils prix Par les vicieux vautours et…

by 60Etincelles👁 9Read →

Carpal Tunnel

I signed my soul away with a 21 st century John Hancock, To get rid of stubborn, ages old writer’s block. And now these trembling hands they do mock, At my crooked fingers and smudged fingerprints…

by gesh👁 2Read →

MY DADDY'S DIME

I was three the first time i remember seeing mamas bedroom walls springtime colors on her quilt Though it really could of been December I don't remember much at all I have to thank god for that…

by zeppelingirl👁 4Read →

PART FOUR - PICKLES & PUKE

lay on my bed crying until I had nothing left. I wanted death like I had wanted nothing else before in my life. As I lay on my bed drained, I realized that I couldn't remember what my dad had done to…

by zeppelingirl👁 14Read →

PART THREE - PICKLES & PUKE

Here's what I do remember about this particular rape. I remember thinking I was drowning in the wine. I was crying and hearing my fathers voice. God How I HATED his voice. I remember grunting noises…

by zeppelingirl👁 5Read →

PART TWO - PICKLES & PUKE

I didn't want to, but I picked the glass up and took a sip.It was horrible and I told my father there was no way I could get this terrible tasting stuff down. "Oh you'll drink it", said my father.…

by zeppelingirl👁 7Read →

PART ONE - PICKLES & PUKE

One day when I was 13 and in the 8th grade, I had gotten the stomache flu and had to stay home from school. I was pretty happy lying in my bed with a hot cup of tea sweetened with 5 tblsp of sugar,…

by zeppelingirl👁 7Read →

PART THREE - DEAD RABBITS

My father took his trusty knife, wrapped her hands around it and they slit that rabbits throat without a sound. I felt nothing except an emptiness, void of any feelings towards the rabbit.There was…

by zeppelingirl👁 8Read →

PART TWO - DEAD RABBITS

I started feeling really dizzy and nauseous and was crying so badly, I could barely see nor breath through the tears. My father started running around the cage like a crazed maniac, spit flying as he…

by zeppelingirl👁 4Read →

PART ONE - DEAD RABBITS

I don't remember what set this next incident off with my father, I just remember it was one of the things that showed me just how much of a psyco nut he was. It was the day I became a murderer. When…

by zeppelingirl👁 6Read →

PART THREE - PILLOW TALK

Coming back from the dead was always a terrifying experience for me. I hated it almost as much as the dying. No, not nearly as much as the dying because at least I could breath. I didn't care to see…

by zeppelingirl👁 3Read →

PART TWO - PILLOW TALK

I remember wondering if my father could hear my heart pounding, then realized it didn't matter. I realized that nothing mattered anymore. When you're being smothered, you can feel and hear your…

by zeppelingirl👁 2Read →

PART ONE - PILLOW TALK

Have you ever been in an accident or so near death that at that very moment, you thought your life was over? I have. I died by suffocation, at least that's what I thought every time my father put a…

by zeppelingirl👁 11Read →

WHO'S YOUR DADDY

I've never been afraid of much in my life Except for the boogey man that lived in our home I was the keeper of family secrets for so many years, afraid of what would happen to my family if I ever…

by zeppelingirl👁 11Read →

HELLO DADDY - EXTREME CONTENT

hello daddy ! extreme content ! Daddy be nimble as he is quik he makes me jump over his candle stick be he alive or be he dead daddies only happy when his little girls spread three 69 his goose drank…

by zeppelingirl👁 3Read →

a girl, and a boy, and a rumor to end it all.

people tend prey on the weak ones as much as they hate to confess. but something started as innocent fun, could always turn into a mess. girl. a girl who makes good choices. breathe in...breathe out.…

by beccaraines👁 2Read →

Lost Son

You made who I am today and for that I hate you You made me see what others couldn’t dream You made me think I was nothing You made me sell coke every night You made me hold my sheets real tight When…

by brandonhorton👁 3Read →

I hate you, but you hated me first.

I close my eyes, and understand, The only way a child can, To be beaten down with soap, and socks, I beg forgiveness, the paradox. I hate you, but you hated me first, The child’s cries do quench your…

by Lauren FisherRead →

Perpetuating Cirle

He'll soon see Through your ways And finally know What I know You'll try and tell him it's ok And put on that phony show You'll make him believe it's all his fault Just like what your father had done…

by jbaiza👁 1Read →

My Pretty Beaten Face

Father, don’t I look pretty ? My mouth is sore and my tongue is gone. All I have is anger and love and I have smeared it on my lips and cheeks for you. Is it enough for you? Are they white enough for…

by Blakwater364👁 1Read →

Death By Humiliation

Left and right you hear people mumble your name. That feeling like everyone is staring at you. You know what happened is totally out of your hands, but still you feel guilty, Embarrassed, and…

by jay_prev👁 16Read →