Those Three Little Words by Pollyanna Puckett
The aging woman sits in her chair
It is placed by the window and next to the clock
Her image has changed. The color of gray lives on every hair
After 3, she watches the children as she sits in her chair and rocks
The night was exactly 25 years ago
She was sitting at the table awaiting the man of her dreams
He approached her with a smile that was just slightly so
Her heart was pounding like that of a teen girl when she gleams
She then stood to smother her man with a kiss
By this he was surpassingly annoyed
but was overruled by her feelings of bliss
Once their lips met, the kiss was quickly null and void
She pulled away, ignoring the emptiness she had just kissed
She told him the good news of a baby in her womb
That was when his open hand became a fist
he beat her so bad, it made her head boom
For nearly an hour, she was his punching bag
After it all happened, he grabbed his coat and went to the bar
It was then that she stumbled to the bathroom and started to gag
She wanted to leave, but that S. O. B. had taken the car
Her stingy, salty tears, slid down her smooth, steamy cheeks
It took so long for her to understand what had just occurred
Though she was scared, her anger was climbing to its peeks
She will never forgive that scum of a man for his reaction to what he had heard
25 years later, she is still filled with rage
That night she lost her baby from her husbands terrorist ways
Two days after the beating, she escaped from that animal cage
But months after, she was still in a dramatized phase
Her perpetual pain has been pricking her like a thorn
It is a pain that can never be surpassed
To be a mother to a baby that died unborn
To bear this pain is worse than being gassed
She has never been remarried
She never even gave it a thought
To the heavens is where her baby was carried
It wouldnt be there if her husband hadnt fought
She never loved another man
She is immune to doing so
It began when she was hit by his hand
With her baby is where she would rather go
And that is why, on this 14th day of May, that she rocks away
in her chair and thinks about that day.
That day that contained so much of her pain, but promises herself,
in a very blunt way, of those three little words to never again say.
It is placed by the window and next to the clock
Her image has changed. The color of gray lives on every hair
After 3, she watches the children as she sits in her chair and rocks
The night was exactly 25 years ago
She was sitting at the table awaiting the man of her dreams
He approached her with a smile that was just slightly so
Her heart was pounding like that of a teen girl when she gleams
She then stood to smother her man with a kiss
By this he was surpassingly annoyed
but was overruled by her feelings of bliss
Once their lips met, the kiss was quickly null and void
She pulled away, ignoring the emptiness she had just kissed
She told him the good news of a baby in her womb
That was when his open hand became a fist
he beat her so bad, it made her head boom
For nearly an hour, she was his punching bag
After it all happened, he grabbed his coat and went to the bar
It was then that she stumbled to the bathroom and started to gag
She wanted to leave, but that S. O. B. had taken the car
Her stingy, salty tears, slid down her smooth, steamy cheeks
It took so long for her to understand what had just occurred
Though she was scared, her anger was climbing to its peeks
She will never forgive that scum of a man for his reaction to what he had heard
25 years later, she is still filled with rage
That night she lost her baby from her husbands terrorist ways
Two days after the beating, she escaped from that animal cage
But months after, she was still in a dramatized phase
Her perpetual pain has been pricking her like a thorn
It is a pain that can never be surpassed
To be a mother to a baby that died unborn
To bear this pain is worse than being gassed
She has never been remarried
She never even gave it a thought
To the heavens is where her baby was carried
It wouldnt be there if her husband hadnt fought
She never loved another man
She is immune to doing so
It began when she was hit by his hand
With her baby is where she would rather go
And that is why, on this 14th day of May, that she rocks away
in her chair and thinks about that day.
That day that contained so much of her pain, but promises herself,
in a very blunt way, of those three little words to never again say.
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I wrote this poem for a 9th English project. The poems had to include examples of Alliteration, Assonance, similes, metaphors, and personification. To fit them all in without it sounding bad, I made it long. I wrote about spousal abuse. A matter that I feel very strongly about. It's a sad poem, but is also meant to bring strength.
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i like it it was sad but it showed that she didnt love anybody after that and her husband shouldn't have done that to her just because she was pregant! IT'S WRONG! - heather |
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My heart was beating,mouth open,and it closed with a thought. if all poems were like this,ill read foever. perfect - Chuba |
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it's so sad. but i loved it anyway. - Catherine |
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i really liked this poem it really touched me - Alex |
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I'm respectful to this author for broaching this often hidden, secret dilemma. Thank you for your courage! - MC |
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Thats a great poem I cried while reading it. I, Myself have gone thru spouse abuse but got my boy n' myself out in time. I hope n' Pray for all those who are going thru the same thing and or what I had gone thru. Thank you for such an awesome poem, n' keep up the good work. - Elizabeth |
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I LOVE THIS POEM! THIS IS THE PERFECT POEM FOR ME TO DO AR A POETRY TOURNEMENT I WILL DO AT MY SCHOOL. THANK YOU AND I WOULD LIKE TO LET OU KNOW THAT MY TEACHER LIKES IT AS WELL. ONCE AGAIN I LOVE YOUR POEM. - SUNNY |
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I love this poem! It shows what really happens in the real world. Thank you for speaking out! - Cory |
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I absolutely love this! It is so sad, but very meaningful! It is very interesting and you are a great poet! - Margie |
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Wow. I watched my mom go through that crap for 4 years, so this poem touched me very deeply. Thank you for being one of those people who will speak out and never be silenced! - Amanda |
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This poem really explains on what women go through with some of their husbands. It really can make a woman think. How she lost her baby is what all women sometimes go through,its a reality thought. Thanxz for the poem! - Tori |
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all in all it was great - Jes |
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I LOVE THIS POEM! I ALMOST CRIED WHEN I READ IT AND I TOLD EVERYONE I KNOW ABOUT IT! - Mary |
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thankyou for sucha beautifull poem. you have the talent that i wish i had. - shannon |
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hope you got an award for this piece. Admired the ample alliteration. - Eric |
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That was amazing! It touched me very deeply! Thank you! - Sara |
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that was such a deep poem, I loved it! almost made me cry - Sydny |
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good but very sad - Lee |
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A beautiful poem - Ruth |
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That is the most beautiful poem i have ever read. thank you - Kerry |
