Mommy's little mercenary
Daddy's little decoy
Everyone little battle shield
Everyone's little savior
Big blue eyes, with tears welled behind
Fears of the world, because they're blind
Stuck in the middle of a battle waged
Before she was an age to speak up, or speak out
But old enough, to feel, to fear, to cry
...Little one helpless...
Listening to doors slamming,
Engines jamming into overdrive
But they never leave, only down the street
They always come back, with a new punch of words
An endless line of he saids, and she dids
Always in the middle, trying to heal
...Little toy soldier...
Mommy's little martyr
Daddy's little defense
Everyone's little blame it on'er
Everyone's little prayer
Anger built, feeling guilt through the years
Wondering if it was her, that caused
All the pain and tears
Releasing rage on a world where no one knew,
Her truth, or age
Filled with emotions that burst from the seams
Filled with anger, distrust, screams
...Little misspent youth...
Trying hard to put the pieces back together
No more lying, no more fighting, no more crying
No more being the middle (wo)man, no not again
Still living in fear of the late night brawls
Never knowing if she's the target, or just the battering ram
...Little girl grown up...
Author notes
Written April 22nd, 2005
A contest entry
- Contest: Child Abuse Prevention - June by Page Shut down.
600 points, ended July 1, 2008, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Picking Up the Pieces by LovelyLauren.
2250 points, ended June 22, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is excellent, I applaud you for such a well crafted emotive and inspiring write
thankyou for your entry -
This poem made me so sad as I read it because I could have written it myself. Good luck in the contest as you have written a gold worthy poem. Very well done.
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Harshly penned this certainly packs a punch and shows the reality that is abuse and the effects during and after.
Well expressed
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Thank you for your entry in Child Abuse Prevention Contest & Best of luck
Stay safe
~Manda
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Anger built, feeling guilt through the years
Wondering if it was her, that caused
All the pain and tears
Releasing rage on a world where no one knew,
Her truth, or age
Filled with emotions that burst from the seams
Filled with anger, distrust, screams
...Little misspent youth...
Trying hard to put the pieces back together
No more lying, no more fighting, no more crying
No more being the middle (wo)man, no not again
Still living in fear of the late night brawls
Never knowing if she's the target, or just the battering ram
...Little girl grown up...
a great poem which I can relate good luck in the contest
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very nice piece of work here... the word little in my opinion is repeated too often
"Big blue eyes, with tears welled behind
Fears of the world, because they're blind"
those lines are amazing they really touched me, great job and thanks for entering the contest, best of luck -
Beautiful and so well penned. I loved that the two ryheming stanzas. I've never seen anyone mix free verse with ryheming that way. Very clever. The imagery was outstanding. Literally, really. You've given me images that will be hard to forget. That is a mark of a truly talent poet. Thank you for enterting my contest.
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never knowing if she's the battering ram...nice image there.
a little choppy on the flow and the coherence in spots, read it out loud when you do some edits (if you d0). otherwise, not too bad.
montez is right, nobody asked what you meant by soldier...
I think I have an idea, but im sure it's no nutcracker -
Sometimes in life children do become like little soliders,
I found this to be a nice form of free style expressing
many different complexed feelings one may feel growing up
in a discombobulated world
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Thirty one people have read this so far, and not ONE has asked you what a solider is!
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This poem is not my cup of tea, but you did a great job with this it nevertheless, The imagery you put into this poem really invokes several emotions..... I can tell you put alot of work into this poem and it really shows. Good work
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This is very nice. It's a bit Jane Eyreish in a strange, curious sense, but Jane Eyreish nevertheless. Anyway, keep up the good work, and be well, dear Writer!
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good job
Excellent job here, I read through this without having to go back and re read, i was not sure of the message towards the end, it could have branched off into a whole other direction as well, I think this was very good, I don't know why, but the everybody's blame it on er stuck with me, not necessarily that great a line, and probably not many's favorite, but i liked it for some reason, i wish you would've rhymed this more, i like rhyming poems, and the flow was incredible, and would've been even more impressive with a rhyme scheme, but i know sometimes it just doesn't work, later, Crackertl82 -
I don't know if this is a critique of individual human character, or if the "Toy Soldier" depicted is in analysis of actual soldiers participating in war, but either way, this piece is well crafted, and for some reason or another reminds me of the Metallica song "Disposable Heroes." Well done.-Curtis Meyer
PS Please feel free to read any/all poetry postedon this site by k-dense (myself). -
love this poem.....hope you winn...
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powerful. i think you meant "mommy's little martyr"?
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Nicely written. Beautiful, dark; a realistic, unreal work weaved with the threads of sorrow and angst. I enjoyed this write--I truly did. You do have a talent at this, and you projected the emotions to this piece with such ease. Amazing--wonderful job.
--Dark--
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