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.
On watching animated films on a strange and silent afternoon
I am looking at Pinocchio fold
into piles of pine. Watching
the joints slide backwards
until the lie takes over
and gravity becomes a cold bed
in which to lay the bones down.
I think of my own body
splintering in what can’t be seen.
How this day comes and there
is nothing, but a dark whale
and the tenacity to escape.
Did anybody tell him
years later, in his trauma,
that it is better to be made of wood
than to eternally be made of stone.
I am looking at Pinocchio...
into piles of pine. Watching
the joints slide backwards
until the lie takes over
and gravity becomes a cold bed
in which to lay the bones down.
I think of my own body
splintering in what can’t be seen.
How this day comes and there
is nothing, but a dark whale
and the tenacity to escape.
Did anybody tell him
years later, in his trauma,
that it is better to be made of wood
than to eternally be made of stone.
I am looking at Pinocchio...
#women
#MovingOn
#acceptance #DomesticViolence
#acceptance #DomesticViolence
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One Day Soon
#dark
#death
#suicide
#obsession
#DomesticViolence
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Combat
Every night I walked through the door
Your combat boots would trip me
And I would quietly move them
So your combat hands wouldn’t hit me
In the morning you’d lace them up
Stomping dirt around the floor
And I would tiptoe sweeping behind
The mess you trudged but blamed me for
When you left I’d release my breathe
Your heavy footsteps rattled by bones
And I would still creep on my bare feet
Because our house remained a war zone
Your combat boots would trip me
And I would quietly move them
So your combat hands wouldn’t hit me
In the morning you’d lace them up
Stomping dirt around the floor
And I would tiptoe sweeping behind
The mess you trudged but blamed me for
When you left I’d release my breathe
Your heavy footsteps rattled by bones
And I would still creep on my bare feet
Because our house remained a war zone
#relationships
#oppression
#DomesticViolence
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The Bridge
#childhood
#family
#abuse
#death
#DomesticViolence
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Ode to my Mother
My mother in the depths of her pain and sorrow
had a strength and tenacity that all should borrow
selfless sacrifices should be an example to follow
she was stoic to the end faithful to her vow
she endured her husband cruel blows
shielding her children from his punches
waking up with black eyes and bleeding nose
enduring the pain as she went about her chores
she was a lynch pin, holding everyone together
loving my wayward brothers even as they wandered
working in the paddy field to feed them
thatching the roofs to keep us all...
had a strength and tenacity that all should borrow
selfless sacrifices should be an example to follow
she was stoic to the end faithful to her vow
she endured her husband cruel blows
shielding her children from his punches
waking up with black eyes and bleeding nose
enduring the pain as she went about her chores
she was a lynch pin, holding everyone together
loving my wayward brothers even as they wandered
working in the paddy field to feed them
thatching the roofs to keep us all...
#mother
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
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Womanhood
We don't speak about it,
us females,
us one in four,
us, who worry we might trigger someone,
we don't,
we share spoken word about nature, about comedy,
about the way we circumnavigated the seas,
we talk about death and politics,
the human experience over tea.
But I want you to know I'd hold you
if you want to talk about DV,
or addiction or abuse or whatever chaos
occured that lingers behind the teeth.
I would hold space for the discomfort,
quietly bow to the silenced once before.
We are the one in three howling, ...
us females,
us one in four,
us, who worry we might trigger someone,
we don't,
we share spoken word about nature, about comedy,
about the way we circumnavigated the seas,
we talk about death and politics,
the human experience over tea.
But I want you to know I'd hold you
if you want to talk about DV,
or addiction or abuse or whatever chaos
occured that lingers behind the teeth.
I would hold space for the discomfort,
quietly bow to the silenced once before.
We are the one in three howling, ...
#women
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
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Your dead lover just walked out the door
Killed him with a kettle bell
And steaming hot coffee mug
Left him bleeding out
Charcoal amongst burning bridges
Smouldering embers blowing in the breeze
Exiting like the gust of a ghost
Baby blue those final chapters
They well and done
And steaming hot coffee mug
Left him bleeding out
Charcoal amongst burning bridges
Smouldering embers blowing in the breeze
Exiting like the gust of a ghost
Baby blue those final chapters
They well and done
#TimeHeals
#PopCulture
#MovingOn #DomesticViolence
#MovingOn #DomesticViolence
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The pain of love
#heartbroken
#erotic
#BDSM
#sacrifice
#DomesticViolence
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the ember of love
The Ember of Love
As he was walking along the busy shopping street an old woman, came toward him
He knew her but hadn't seen her for many years
once upon a time, he had loved her very much
they both stopped; she remembered him and forthright, as she always was, told him he looked old
She was old also but refrained from telling her
Their hair was white and brittle, and her prominent nose had dropped, giving her a look like a witch.
They hugged, and he told her she looked great!
Behind the thick-rimmed glasses she wore, he saw
a glimmer of...
As he was walking along the busy shopping street an old woman, came toward him
He knew her but hadn't seen her for many years
once upon a time, he had loved her very much
they both stopped; she remembered him and forthright, as she always was, told him he looked old
She was old also but refrained from telling her
Their hair was white and brittle, and her prominent nose had dropped, giving her a look like a witch.
They hugged, and he told her she looked great!
Behind the thick-rimmed glasses she wore, he saw
a glimmer of...
#ImSorry
#heartbroken
#escape
#IMissYou
#DomesticViolence
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Love Gone
My worst dream never realized
happened before my eyes
Hide, fight, or flight
was suddenly understood
The meaning of these words
Tightly wound fists, set me afoot
Thought you never woulda,
sincerely if you ever coulda
Forced to expose you
suppressed emerging behavior restricting every breath, my heart snapped in two.
How did Normal everyday shit — morphed into
Catatonic shit — excised into
Armageddon shit?! SHI-IT!!—
Normality became my anxiety
Anxious for what would be or not be
Because, at...
happened before my eyes
Hide, fight, or flight
was suddenly understood
The meaning of these words
Tightly wound fists, set me afoot
Thought you never woulda,
sincerely if you ever coulda
Forced to expose you
suppressed emerging behavior restricting every breath, my heart snapped in two.
How did Normal everyday shit — morphed into
Catatonic shit — excised into
Armageddon shit?! SHI-IT!!—
Normality became my anxiety
Anxious for what would be or not be
Because, at...
#rejection
#breakup
#betrayal
#DomesticViolence
#deception
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Trauma's Scar
Some days, it feels like I can't breathe,
And I find myself asking that same question,
"Why did you leave?"
I think I always knew but never wanted to believe
That one day our love, I would grieve.
Most of the time, I feel alright,
But when the day surrenders to the night,
I also surrender to the fight.
Our demons don't need an invite,
They lurk in the places untouched by light,
Never far nor out of sight,
An unspoken vow to always reunite,
Even now as I write, I'm filled with dread,
Knowing we'll meet again...
And I find myself asking that same question,
"Why did you leave?"
I think I always knew but never wanted to believe
That one day our love, I would grieve.
Most of the time, I feel alright,
But when the day surrenders to the night,
I also surrender to the fight.
Our demons don't need an invite,
They lurk in the places untouched by light,
Never far nor out of sight,
An unspoken vow to always reunite,
Even now as I write, I'm filled with dread,
Knowing we'll meet again...
#sadness
#memories
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
#DomesticViolence
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the woman who read romance novels with happy endings
there’s an old episode
of Murder, She Wrote
about a woman
who by her own admission
reads only romance novels
with happy endings
but is beaten to death
by the bookseller
because she won’t leave
her violent husband
for him.
and I think how the show
is called “cosy”
with its light mystery
about which we know
that Lansbury
knows all,
or will.
sometimes I think of that lonely woman
who read kissing books to feel safe and as if
love lived somewhere beyond
the rotary and plastic...
of Murder, She Wrote
about a woman
who by her own admission
reads only romance novels
with happy endings
but is beaten to death
by the bookseller
because she won’t leave
her violent husband
for him.
and I think how the show
is called “cosy”
with its light mystery
about which we know
that Lansbury
knows all,
or will.
sometimes I think of that lonely woman
who read kissing books to feel safe and as if
love lived somewhere beyond
the rotary and plastic...
#love
#abuse
#death #DomesticViolence
#death #DomesticViolence
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DU Poetry : Poems about Domestic Violence