Poetry by Christopher Wellbelove

Second Hand Smoke

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 21 Oct 2007 21:02:00 GMT

Secret Diary is a poem about sexual abuse of a child, with a child confinding in a diary as they are told no one else would believe them.

I Cried Out

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 21 Oct 2007 21:03:00 GMT

A poem about how my mother was forced by her partner to stop showing my so much love - which at times I really needed it was so hurtful.

Secret Diary

admin@wellbelove.com — Sat, 20 Oct 2007 20:57:00 GMT

Secret Diary is a poem about sexual abuse of a child, with a child confinding in a diary as they are told no one else would believe them.

I Thought

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 14 Oct 2007 16:47:00 GMT

A short poem reflecting on despite all that could have been you cannot escape what actually happened.

Guided Into The Unknown

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 14 Oct 2007 15:37:00 GMT

A poem about how children trapped in violent homes with no where and no one to turn to.

Fists Turned To Ashes

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 14 Oct 2007 15:25:00 GMT

After the death of my abuser I did not go to his funeral as I felt this would be dishonest. Celebrating the life of someone who caused so much pain is something I could not do.

If Only You Knew

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 14 Oct 2007 15:21:00 GMT

This poem is about my regret not going to see my mother before she died and putting things right.

The Cloud

admin@wellbelove.com — Sat, 13 Oct 2007 10:01:00 GMT

A poem about depression, how it clouds the mind and can be so dangerous.

The Time

admin@wellbelove.com — Sat, 13 Oct 2007 10:00:00 GMT

Kissing is one of the most wonderful gifts of life - so I thought I would write a poem about the time...

Dig

admin@wellbelove.com — Mon, 8 Oct 2007 13:20:00 GMT

A poem about depression and the feelings where you begin to wonder if you can carry on.

Anymore

admin@wellbelove.com — Mon, 8 Oct 2007 10:48:00 GMT

A poem about despite escaping abuse you can never escape the memory of it.

Unbearable

admin@wellbelove.com — Mon, 8 Oct 2007 00:01:00 GMT

I am sure that is hard to imagine what it is like to live through being abused as a child, when someone you love is being abused and you witness this is much more unimaginable, unbearable.

Licked

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 7 Oct 2007 20:59:00 GMT

A poem about being seduced but seeing through this and seeing who they really are.

Mirror Mirror

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 7 Oct 2007 20:52:00 GMT

A poem about self hate and how when you hate yourself so much the mirror can be so cruel.

The Day He Came

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 7 Oct 2007 20:34:00 GMT

A poem about my childhood and how all that was wonderful about being a child was taken away, the day he came.

Classroom

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 7 Oct 2007 20:25:00 GMT

Classroom is a poem about child abuse using the imagery of the classroom to relate to the abuse.

Flying Saucers

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 7 Oct 2007 20:20:00 GMT

Memories of the many arguments over the dinner table that turned to violence.

Stolen

admin@wellbelove.com — Sat, 6 Oct 2007 19:02:00 GMT

This poem celebrates the wonders of childhood whilst remembering that many children have their childhood stolen from them.

The Letter

admin@wellbelove.com — Sat, 6 Oct 2007 15:41:00 GMT

A poem about how difficult it is to say what you really want to to someone you care about and when you do that you sometimes say to much.

Before She Grew

admin@wellbelove.com — Sat, 6 Oct 2007 15:06:00 GMT

A poem about child abuse reflecting on how a young life is spoilt by the abuser.

Alphabetical Rivers

admin@wellbelove.com — Sat, 6 Oct 2007 14:58:00 GMT

A poem reflecting on the past, the time I burnt a majority of my poetry and what happened to those words.

Sorry

admin@wellbelove.com — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 13:51:00 GMT

Sorry, the poem takes the form of a suicide note expressing the desperation of the writer who is sorry that he or she feels they are no longer able carry on living.

In the Shadows

admin@wellbelove.com — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 13:41:00 GMT

In the Shadows in a poem about depression and how once it has creeped up on you, you are always at risk of falling victim to it again.

Little Child

admin@wellbelove.com — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 13:35:00 GMT

Little child explores the guilt felt by adults who do not do enough, quickly enough, when they discover child abuse or others who believe that abuse only happens elsewhere when sometimes their own behaviour towards their children is in itself abuse.

Still

admin@wellbelove.com — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 10:53:00 GMT

A poem about domestic abuse and that no matter how much you beg for your abuser to stop, sometimes only when they have gone to far they will.

Unwritten

admin@wellbelove.com — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 10:34:00 GMT

A poem about how so much of what happens to people in life passes un-recorded and is lost in time.

Broken Dreams

admin@wellbelove.com — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 20:31:00 GMT

A poem about child abuse, the endless arguments and the times when I was wakened to more abuse.

Set in Stone

admin@wellbelove.com — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 20:03:00 GMT

A poem about child abuse and how I was told that I would never amount to anything in life.

Didnt

admin@wellbelove.com — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 14:55:00 GMT

A poem about that through an abusive childhood the most hurtful aspect was the lack of love.

Classroom

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 16 Sep 2007 12:30:00 GMT

Classroom is a poem about child abuse using the imagery of the classroom to relate to the abuse.

What a Man

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 16 Sep 2007 12:29:00 GMT

I wrote this poem, What a Man, following feedback on PoetrySoup.com from JackReed3 to my poem. He questioned the manhood of someone who would abuse a woman, which put in my mind the beginings of this poem.

Various Degrees of Happiness

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 16 Sep 2007 12:28:00 GMT

A poem about how whilst many people think I am always happy I have times when this is not the case and I need to take some time out..

I Grew

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 16 Sep 2007 12:25:00 GMT

A poem reflecting on recovering from the years I was abused as a child.

Thoughts

admin@wellbelove.com — Sat, 15 Sep 2007 13:59:00 GMT

Thoughts is a poem about relationships and how they are often broken down by assumption.

Sneak a Dream

admin@wellbelove.com — Fri, 14 Sep 2007 18:40:00 GMT

Sneak a dream is about the early days of a relationship when whilst you hope that it will go all the way you know you can't be sure.

Invisible

admin@wellbelove.com — Mon, 10 Sep 2007 00:40:00 GMT

A poem about abuse and how people who see what is going on but somehow do not see.

Slide

admin@wellbelove.com — Sat, 08 Sep 2007 13:37:00 GMT

A poem about letting go of life and dying

Cruel

admin@wellbelove.com — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 13:34:00 GMT

A short poem about domestic abuse

As

admin@wellbelove.com — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 13:47:00 GMT

A poem about how the love of another can help you deal with the past.

Dragged

admin@wellbelove.com — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 13:24:00 GMT

A poem about domestic abuse where I try and reflect on why someone would stay with their abuser.

Words

admin@wellbelove.com — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 12:55:00 GMT

Words is a poem reflecting on my own memories of abuse and a wish for the memories to stop.

Pray

admin@wellbelove.com — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 00:20:00 GMT

Pray is a short poem about domestic abuse and how some of those abused place so much energy in the hope that it will stop in prayers.

Run

admin@wellbelove.com — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 00:20:00 GMT

Run, a poem about the day when I run away from home for the final time.

Hope

admin@wellbelove.com — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 00:01:00 GMT

Hope is a short poem that look at how when someone is suffering from domestic abuse where sometimes death seems more desirable.

Fragile

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 02 Sep 2007 21:52:00 GMT

Fragile reflects on child abuse and that often children are most in danger in their own homes.

Best Been Forgotten

admin@wellbelove.com — Thu, 30 Aug 2007 23:00:00 GMT

Sometimes it is best to remember and resolve, sometimes it is best to forget. I have remembered all that I can live with. Best Been Forgotten reflect on all I have and will always avoid.

Blood Drips From Walls

admin@wellbelove.com — Wed, 29 Aug 2007 11:55:00 GMT

Blood drips from walls was first written in the eighties but was loss when I destoryed a large amount of my poetry believing it was rubbish. Of all the poems this haunting line and the memory of how my mother would often get hurt more as she tried to protect us lead me to rewrite it.

Suicide Child

admin@wellbelove.com — Tue, 28 Aug 2007 13:00:00 GMT

Suicide Child shows how bullying and abuse can drive young children to want to kill themselves.

Smile

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 26 Aug 2007 16:22:00 GMT

Over time I had forgotten the many numerous vindictive and horrible things that my mothers boyfriend would do to my sister, mother and I. As I reflected on some of the things he did I did not want what I wrote to be all negative and wanted to show that with the support and love of others you can move on.

Outside, In

admin@wellbelove.com — Fri, 24 Aug 2007 18:47:00 GMT

Outside, In. A poem reflecting on years of abuse as an outside looking in.

Saturday Shoppers

admin@wellbelove.com — Fri, 24 Aug 2007 18:45:00 GMT

Saturday shoppers is a poem that expresses deep self hate that can manifest itself in many ways. The poem looks at how those around often are unaware and unknowing can add to the pain.

Lost and Found

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 01:21:00 GMT

This poem explores those first moments of a new relationship and when we are tempted that this new start could become so much more.

Lying to Yourself

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 01:03:00 GMT

This poem was written about someone who I have known since my mid-twenties. I had always suspected that the tall tales he told were untrue but over time was amazed by the depths of his lies. What saddens me is that beneath the lies is a wonderful man.

Wouldnt it be Funny

admin@wellbelove.com — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 00:43:00 GMT

This poem puts in constrast the line so often used wouldnt it be funny with some of the terrible things that happen in an abusive home

Always Together

admin@wellbelove.com — Sat, 18 Aug 2007 20:03:00 GMT

Always Together exlores how you can still be with someone though apart.

From

admin@wellbelove.com — Sat, 18 Aug 2007 19:24:00 GMT

Playing with words with a few pockets of words.

Starting Out

admin@wellbelove.com — Fri, 27 July 2007 23:48:00 GMT

Exploring the moments as a new relationship begins...

Almost Tomorrow

admin@wellbelove.com — Fri, 27 July 2007 13:28:00 GMT

This poem by Christopher Wellbelove reflects on how the healing from abuse is always almost there.

The Day When

admin@wellbelove.com — Fri, 27 July 2007 13:25:00 GMT

This poem explores young childrens reaction to the death of their father.

Untried

admin@wellbelove.com — Fri, 27 July 2007 13:20:00 GMT

In this poem by Christopher Wellbelove, Christopher reflects on the fact that his abuser was never tried for what he did.