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MsRockyJackson
Dangerous Mind
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Poetry Contest

Write a poem about domestic violence
Write a poem about domestic violence.
It can be fictional or if you were a survivor from domestic abuse you can write about your own experience with it.

~ Has to be a serious poem so no jokes about it!!!!
~ Domestic Violence can happen to both men & women so men are welcome to write about it as well
~ If you wish to you can even write about it based off of movies which are about domestic violence [ Ex: Enough, Sleeping With The Enemy etc.]
~ Can be as long as you want it to be
~ Just one poem entry only

seekingkate
kateA
Tyrant of Words
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This is one I wrote a whie back about my early life which no longer is....
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/179808-its-kicked-in-oblivion/


its kicked in...oblivion...

i can't feel your punches anymore
i can see you from deep within, but
i've left, checked out, till it's all over
it's the only way i survive living this life

there's no room on this body of mine
to hang your abusive diatribe
words, past and present, fill up all the spaces
the only thing to release them were your loving embraces
but they no longer exist, i no longer experience bliss

you think you have me where you want me
i'll play along with that, OK?
but the time's coming, you'll be surprised
cause i will disappear from your life
that's a guarantee, providing i survive

MsRockyJackson
Dangerous Mind
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Again, I want to make it clear that I am asking for serious poems not ones that joke about this kind of subject.

poet Anonymous

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poet Anonymous

G o n e

MadameLavender
Guardian of Shadows
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Joined 17th Feb 2013
Forum Posts: 5594

Haikus Of The “Sometimes”


Sometimes…..there’s no scars,
but if one knows where to look,
the ugly is there.

Sometimes…..emotions
get whipped more than Jesus did,
but God sees it all.

Sometimes…..nothing is
ever right or good enough;
damned, no matter what.

Sometimes…..between worlds,
I was the patch, but no more—
own your own madness.

Sometimes…..crying helped
to fall asleesp, escape life—
then I wished him dead.

Sometimes…..I knew not
what was wrong with him, but now
it all makes such sense.

Sometimes…..I called out
“God, fix him!” but endurance
was my road to walk.

Sometimes…..I was “Bitch.”
he was always The Victim;
he wished he was royal.

Sometimes…..I had pain;
manifestations of mind
bombs from his psyche.

Sometimes…..he lashed out,
tongue-fuls of hate.  I prayed for
fists, physical proof.

Sometimes…..the line’s fine
between real and imagined—
he liked it that way.

Sometimes…..there’s only
impossible horizons
so I saved myself.

BigBadWolf
Twisted Dreamer
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Joined 16th Nov 2015
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we all watched

we all watched as my
grandfather would shake
his empty glass and my
grandmother would get up
and fill it without one word
of please or thank you, this
went on for decades and it
was never asked, at least
around us grandchildren,why?
well time passed and so did Gma
and eventually Gpa and I was talking
to my dad about his father-in-law and
asked him "what was the story" and my
Dad replied "well, it had a lot to do with his
drinking I suppose" now my Gpa was the
kindest person you could ever know, so I
guess the point of all this is, you dont have to
be a bastard and not love someone to abuse them

poet Anonymous

Domestic violence doesn't just happen at home
it knows no boundaries, as history has shown
Perpetrators are not that picky at all
they will rape a victim as they are about to fall

If you have had your safe house violated
as a child or a spouse and you have been annihilated
you are a survivor to say the least
and you no doubt conquered your torturous beast

Man or woman, it does not matter
Evil follows anger; violence comes from the latter
Run, little girl, before he sees you naked
your body is precious and sacred

Didn't your mother ever tell you
that you did not allow your private parts to show through
There was a reason, you know; not all humans possess self control
and you wouldn't want to tempt fate, you know

Shield yourself, stay strong and alert at all times
Be on the lookout for outwardly flirtatious signs
by those you do not know and those you suspect are bad
go with your instincts, domestic violence is sad

And when you are grown, do not let your guard down
refrain from using any mind-altering substances that can be found
You will not be able to fight; or, if necessary, run
No drugs is safe, ever, none

If you find yourself and your spouse arguing and fighting a lot
chances are your relationship is not stable, despite giving it all you got
Everyone has limits and tendencies to explode
you do not want to be in the crosshairs about to implode

Do not allow anyone to put a fisted hand on you
or allow anyone to do what you do not agree to do
Throw trust out the window; caution is best
there is no cure for post-traumatic incest

I've survived it as a child and again as a young lady
There is no man on earth I will ever trust; they are all shady
If provoked, they can snap at the drop of a hat
And I don't ever want to be reminded or taken back

to the time in my past, when I allowed myself to be hurt
There were times that I was stomped on while laying in the dirt
My abusers were men, and I was the subservient female
I always came out on the bottom, without fail

It was not my fault, and time has taught me this well
But I still have nightmares of a male figure coming through the wall
to hurt me, and the fear is still there
when I awake, I still find myself bare

kriticool
Fire of Insight
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Climbing Out of The Dark`side
         ~ subtitled: When Daddy Spaces Out Like Darth Vader Can He Be Fixed?




No way; in anyway
I'm gonna say, “She had it coming”

That
crazed man,
We understand
He’s always had her running

Where once was love,
an evening hug, a peck on the cheek

Now it’s
WAM-BAM-Hate-You, Ma’am, damn
this dude is weak

One can barely see
real easily, what the trouble is she’s in
but any monstrous relationship; one
surely needs a win

We’ll talk to him; he’ll have a choice
to head out on his way
But, giving voice
to the wrong choice
are results that just
won’t play

see, a messed up mind will
make one blind
a villain worst than `Vader

so, no more welts, he
needs some help
sooner more than
later.


http://jm-aq.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/stop-domestic-violence-logo.png

staggerlee
Paul Martin
Thought Provoker
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THE UNFORGIVEN
what did you think?
what did you expect?
that I would fall too my knees,
in a humble mess.
that those crocodile smiles
and pitiful tears.
would make me forget,
them tobacco fingers squeezing my neck.
 
where was your sorrow?
where was your grief?
when you battered me senseless
to ease your relief.
 
and now you say that you have lamented
and guilt has got you tormented,
but you see I don't really care,
I can still feel the stitches,
where you opened my head
with the back of a chair.
 
now as you lie entombed in your miserable cell.
I'm on the floor praying for your soul,
to  be rotting in dungeons of hell.
you have made me bitter
turned my life to the ugliest of winters.
I hope you die in that stinking prison
for you will always be the UNFORGIVEN

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 22nd June 2015
Forum Posts: 2047

What it means to Scream

I fight
Big might in wet blue eyes
Find wind for damaged wings
I sing
Big voice in trembling breast
Found deep in butterfly tummy
I hold
My deep red tick tock in hand
Stroke it's beat to slow
So i may stand
On legs that don't shake at knees
On strong thighs that do not hide
What has been roughed and taken
In between

I scream
No!!
And the world has heard it quite clear
And I show what it means to scream

Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Thought Provoker
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Joined 24th May 2014
Forum Posts: 318

No More.

No More Punches,
No More Kicks,
They were all Cruel,
Self Centered Pricks,
A Punch, A Slap,
Until I was Coughing up Blood,
They always told me,
I'd never be good Enough,
No More,
Not Another Name,
Not Another Bruise,
I'm done fighting,
Done getting Abused,
No More Crying,
No More Blood,
No more Abuse,
No more Hits,
No more Punches,
Because I'm so much stronger,
Than those Self Centered Pricks.
No more Abuse,
No more Harm,
I'm safe now,
In My mother's Arms.

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Forum Posts: 16069

There was not enough of me to beat

birthday brother petted and pampered
held in loving father's arm
chubby fat cheeks all of a year old
and I but three wanted cuddles too

calling their names were all in vain
they didn't hear me though I was there
pulling father's hand was mistake
landed on my head and I landed on the floor

wailing loudly was another mistake
kicked to a corner with snot on my face
peeing on my pants for my tummy hurts
earned me another slap and a push

baby brother napping on the mat
a fluffy homemade pillow under his head
mother had picked the cotton herself
putting my head next to him was painful

for father yanked me away
bumping my head
pushing me across the bamboo floor
against the bamboo grain oh the pain

Oh father I was three
and a little chubby
but there was not enough of me
to beat or pound


Years flashed by and I grew bigger
through bruises and broken bones
I lived and breathed
at age fifteen I walked away.


poet Anonymous

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David_Macleod
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Tyrant of Words
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Maybe

The first time she slapped me
She cried
She cried for hours
She said sorry so many times
She seemed contrite
It caught me of guard
Totally unexpected
The first time she slapped me

The second time she slapped me
She punched me as well
She cried for a short spell
And argued that I made her do it
She seemed less guilty
More righteous
After all I was a cripple

The third time she slapped me
She punched and kicked me
It turned into a beating
Like the ones I got
When I was a child
Apparently she hated, loathed
My wheelchair
Despite it’s sporty look
She hated it
And me in it

I have lost count now
I am unable to keep her off
I can’t defend myself
Onslaught after onslaught
My tears and pleading
Just make it worse
If I don’t complain
Maybe she’ll stop
Maybe

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