Never Been Heard

(formerly The Musings and Learnings of a Widowed Bipolar Mum)

Tag: poetry

  • Rape Poem 1 (trigger) Inter-Marital Rape.

    Consent is complex-No is no, verbal or non-verbal Your fucking was cold and perfunctory, I could have been in a different country. I told you it was hurting, My mouth clearly agape. But you didn’t stop, or consider it You know the name for that is rape. Instead you flipped me over, Like a slab…

  • BDSM Abuse

    I was a live in prostitute for him Although sometimes he did nice things for me Without him Emotionally destitute I would be. Exchanging comfort for sex Realising his fantasies for love He said that’s what you did if you loved someone And in kind he shared his extraordinary mind. That was a real woman’s…

  • Lost but I will prevail

    Hi. I want to work on my poetry so it has some more structure and form and traditional characteristics. But writing poems is very therapeutic for me and when I have to write a poem I just have to write it with my own rules. I came to the park intent on reading a book…

  • Lucky Us-A Love Poem

    Your love was whole like creation Giving and nurturing, fun, never taking We had our own nation. Fragranced with energy Love balanced, Imaginative and wise, Sometimes disguised. Sapiosexual I’m told, Enthralled by your mind, Perspicacious and bold. Others clambering behind. Elaborate sexuality, Touch charged with electricity, Gentle, Rough, A perfect duplicity. Your love was whole,…

  • “The Thoughts” A Poem about Bipolar Hypomania to the structure and rhythm pattern of Edgar Allan Poes’ The Bells

    Feel the creeping joy of thoughts! Incandescent thought, Here the sense of perfect satisfaction sought, How they rise and rush and crackle, In the day and in the night. Sharing Love, Communication Sublime, Euphoric Nation. Losing time, time, time, In a sort of runic rhyme. Feeling emancipation befitting the talk. From the thoughts, thoughts, thoughts,…

  • The Silent Scream

    The Silent Scream-A Scuplture In My living Room Heavy head, metallic and cream, Face lined with fear, a silent scream. Cracked and cold, chills my hand and my heart. This perfect sculpture is where we start. Eyes fiercely pinpricked, A soul that is old, A young aged face, a story untold. Deep-set eyes, Dark shadows…