Poems about Domestic Violence
#DomesticViolence
Poems about domestic violence, poetry about violent or abusive marriages and relationships. Here you'll find poems about abusive relationships written by survivors of domestic violence. Poetry about the physical and mental challenges involved in getting away from a volatile or violent individual. Inspirational poems about the success of courageous individuals who have managed to leave abusive relationships. Also poems about societies view on domestic violence.
Friday, 19:44
My phone has 17 tabs open. I look at an encyclopaedia of craft patterns and recipes and weird facts I’ve shared with weirder friends. I don’t want to get frustrated by it, but I do, because that’s my mind so we discovered in therapy - my phone is my mind. The tabs are open, constantly refreshing, constantly flickering in the background.
I spent the whole morning talking about stress. How I deal with it. How it chews me up, spits me out. How much I’ve inherited the neurotic shoes of my Mother as they slide neatly under the desk at night. And I hate that I’m like that. I hate that...
I spent the whole morning talking about stress. How I deal with it. How it chews me up, spits me out. How much I’ve inherited the neurotic shoes of my Mother as they slide neatly under the desk at night. And I hate that I’m like that. I hate that...
#anxiety
#DomesticViolence
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Two Sides To Everyone
Yesterday I was in the laundromat washing & drying my clothes
This suspicious looking asshole comes in and starts asking people if they want "some"
Everyone was minding their own business, doing their thing
I saw one guy ask what "some" meant
The guy said, "Some, u know like Heroin, Cocaine, Ecstasy, shit like that!"
The guy stuttered and said, "nanananooo thanks"
This muthafucker now was approaching me
He came up to me and said, "Bro I know you were listening, you want some stuff?"
I said go fuck...
This suspicious looking asshole comes in and starts asking people if they want "some"
Everyone was minding their own business, doing their thing
I saw one guy ask what "some" meant
The guy said, "Some, u know like Heroin, Cocaine, Ecstasy, shit like that!"
The guy stuttered and said, "nanananooo thanks"
This muthafucker now was approaching me
He came up to me and said, "Bro I know you were listening, you want some stuff?"
I said go fuck...
#conflict
#DomesticViolence
#drugs
#heroic
#violence
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A Loving Family
The four of them got out of the car
The husband, the wife, the kid & the dog
The kid spills his soda on the back seat as he's leaving the car
WHACK!!
The husband hits the kid right in the mouth
You little pig fucker
I just had this cleaned
The wife leans over and say,
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT YOU DOPE!!"
The husband turns around and
WHACK!!
He claps her right on her left side
This makes the dog mad
The dog comes over and tries to bite the husband's leg
He kicks the...
The husband, the wife, the kid & the dog
The kid spills his soda on the back seat as he's leaving the car
WHACK!!
The husband hits the kid right in the mouth
You little pig fucker
I just had this cleaned
The wife leans over and say,
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT YOU DOPE!!"
The husband turns around and
WHACK!!
He claps her right on her left side
This makes the dog mad
The dog comes over and tries to bite the husband's leg
He kicks the...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#family
#fiction
#satirical
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An Obscene Nurturing
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#abuse
#alcohol
#DomesticViolence
#father
#son
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It was the year I stayed in bed
never changed my red toothbrush
wished for decay
looked outside
at neighbours mowing grass
in straight show home tracks
while my train de-railed
carriages all on fire
conductors screaming
it was the year I stayed in bed
pulled the duvet over my head because
I was told a story once how the boogey man
would only attack what he could visibly touch
and I soon learned that was a fucking lie
so I covered my dead in a quilted shroud
let my epitaph read here lies this girl
earthed in guilt and shame, ...
wished for decay
looked outside
at neighbours mowing grass
in straight show home tracks
while my train de-railed
carriages all on fire
conductors screaming
it was the year I stayed in bed
pulled the duvet over my head because
I was told a story once how the boogey man
would only attack what he could visibly touch
and I soon learned that was a fucking lie
so I covered my dead in a quilted shroud
let my epitaph read here lies this girl
earthed in guilt and shame, ...
#confessional
#DomesticViolence
#healing
#MentalHealth
#myself
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Rehab diaries #4
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#abuse
#confessional
#DomesticViolence
#memories
#MeToo
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your hand print shouldn't be so indelible
Tell me I'm worthless
without telling me I'm worthless
I watch you eye fuck
other girls on the street
while you avoid holding my hand
though I haven't kicked the habit
of reaching for you
"fuck, she's so hot"
you smile at me
with a cruelness
that sparkles in the last light
of the afternoon
I look past the leggy blonde
to the sex shop across the street
and remember how wearing nothing
but a smile and sky high heels
used to be so empowering ...
without telling me I'm worthless
I watch you eye fuck
other girls on the street
while you avoid holding my hand
though I haven't kicked the habit
of reaching for you
"fuck, she's so hot"
you smile at me
with a cruelness
that sparkles in the last light
of the afternoon
I look past the leggy blonde
to the sex shop across the street
and remember how wearing nothing
but a smile and sky high heels
used to be so empowering ...
#DomesticViolence
#girlfriend
#memories #SelfWorth
#memories #SelfWorth
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(#3) Bright Blue Walls: Tell it to the bees
I’d come to dread
and appreciate Fridays
as I woke up shattered
[you were right]
20 minutes before my ride
as I shoved swimming gear
sandwiches
hopes & dreams
into a worn black bag.
I caught the bus with seconds
to spare. It was a hot mess of despair
as I watched tired eyes remain closed
even after sips of travel mug coffee.
I entered the building
caught my skirt in the lift door ...
and appreciate Fridays
as I woke up shattered
[you were right]
20 minutes before my ride
as I shoved swimming gear
sandwiches
hopes & dreams
into a worn black bag.
I caught the bus with seconds
to spare. It was a hot mess of despair
as I watched tired eyes remain closed
even after sips of travel mug coffee.
I entered the building
caught my skirt in the lift door ...
#bees
#DomesticViolence
#healing
#myself
#SelfReflection
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Letter to a narcissist
you shall be my martyr
I shall be your concubine
agnostic alphabet speaks
life longs, I body, I mind
love lusts
I soul, I self
you shall be my extraction
splintering silence
of blazen obscure oblivion
beyond realms
devoured vulture
snake skin sheds
he becomes praying mantis
crushing her skull significantly
with placebo effects
in release of her anguish
she is his prey
bare hence here barely there
so I carried him
a...
I shall be your concubine
agnostic alphabet speaks
life longs, I body, I mind
love lusts
I soul, I self
you shall be my extraction
splintering silence
of blazen obscure oblivion
beyond realms
devoured vulture
snake skin sheds
he becomes praying mantis
crushing her skull significantly
with placebo effects
in release of her anguish
she is his prey
bare hence here barely there
so I carried him
a...
#dark
#DomesticViolence
#relationships
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(#2) Bright Blue Walls: Post-Confession Shivers
Oat milk hot chocolate
no cream, no faff
just extra hot
so it warms cold bones
it seems to be the norm now
Friday morning, I spill my guts
in a beige office in front of a woman
who’s boobs are too big for her bra
you can’t help but notice them
but they bring a strange comfort.
It feels motherly some how
as if her presence holds merit
and I talked about anxiety
how it’s fucked me up
how it’s still fucking me up
as if I’ve catastrophised living
before it’s even been called life.
...
no cream, no faff
just extra hot
so it warms cold bones
it seems to be the norm now
Friday morning, I spill my guts
in a beige office in front of a woman
who’s boobs are too big for her bra
you can’t help but notice them
but they bring a strange comfort.
It feels motherly some how
as if her presence holds merit
and I talked about anxiety
how it’s fucked me up
how it’s still fucking me up
as if I’ve catastrophised living
before it’s even been called life.
...
#DomesticViolence
#healing
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
#vulnerability
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(#1) Bright Blue Walls
Hey.. what are you after?’ She says
and I tell her who I’m here to see
as she buzzes me into the building
she’s a carbon copy of me
septum ring, awkwardly dressed
stick in her right hand
as we catch the lift together
stand cramped in an oblong box
as a door slides open
releasing us out into the world.
The place is like Fort Knox
as we talk through more intercoms
and it makes sense when I think
about the clientele
all the battered souls of the...
and I tell her who I’m here to see
as she buzzes me into the building
she’s a carbon copy of me
septum ring, awkwardly dressed
stick in her right hand
as we catch the lift together
stand cramped in an oblong box
as a door slides open
releasing us out into the world.
The place is like Fort Knox
as we talk through more intercoms
and it makes sense when I think
about the clientele
all the battered souls of the...
#confessional
#DomesticViolence
#MovingOn
#myself
#StreamOfConsciousness
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The Pug
Her name was Linda.
She was 48 years old. Most people would tell her that she was still young, that she had so much life left to live.
They didn't realize that, what she couldn't say, was that in so many ways, she had already given up.
She was morbidly obese, and her health was failing. But it wasn't so much that. She was severely mentally ill, and the medication didn't do much to help. A life-long predisposition towards sadness and hopelessness was her fare in life, and it had never changed.
She lived with her beautiful 22 year-old daughter...
She was 48 years old. Most people would tell her that she was still young, that she had so much life left to live.
They didn't realize that, what she couldn't say, was that in so many ways, she had already given up.
She was morbidly obese, and her health was failing. But it wasn't so much that. She was severely mentally ill, and the medication didn't do much to help. A life-long predisposition towards sadness and hopelessness was her fare in life, and it had never changed.
She lived with her beautiful 22 year-old daughter...
#abuse
#dogs
#DomesticViolence #hope
#DomesticViolence #hope
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