Poems About Domestic Violence Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about domestic violence seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Her
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 11:34pm
23rd Nov 2024 11:34pm
Going Back Isn’t an Option
EVER
#abuse
#confusion
#DomesticViolence
#FeelingTrapped
#suffering
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30 Comments
Nic3456
Poem Published
15th Sep 2024 3:29pm
15th Sep 2024 3:29pm
Scars and Trauma
We survive trauma and keep on living
Why?
We survive trauma and keep on living
But... why?
If that day was successful, would it mean that my pain wouldn't be this harsh
The child inside me begged to be love
When i woke up i begged for a day that was never coming
so why..... do we survive trauma and keep on living
I begged you no but you did not hear my screams
But why?
Did i say No to quietly?
Did i not say anything at all ?
Didn't you hear me?
Didn't you see the tears down my face?
Did you hear me? ...
Why?
We survive trauma and keep on living
But... why?
If that day was successful, would it mean that my pain wouldn't be this harsh
The child inside me begged to be love
When i woke up i begged for a day that was never coming
so why..... do we survive trauma and keep on living
I begged you no but you did not hear my screams
But why?
Did i say No to quietly?
Did i not say anything at all ?
Didn't you hear me?
Didn't you see the tears down my face?
Did you hear me? ...
#anger
#anxiety
#DomesticViolence
#heartbroken
#loneliness
156 reads
1 Comment
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 9:40pm
26th Jun 2024 9:40pm
Rehab diaries #4
#abuse
#confessional
#DomesticViolence
#memories
#MeToo
90 reads
7 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 6:01am
25th Jun 2024 6:01am
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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12 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 4:46am
7th Jun 2024 4:46am
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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8 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2024 00:22am
2nd Jun 2024 00:22am
finding the light on the other side
He taught me how to leave
how to pick through
the shattered pieces of myself
and find the strength
to get up off the floor
because what other choice
did I have
but to keep going?
His skin was my skin
our bodies inseparable
he was the shelter
my soul craved
before I knew my heart
needed a home
beyond the confines
of my ribcage
But love doesn't work
when we're threaded to each other
an embroidered tapestry
of flesh and lies
my ability to bend
the only reason we...
how to pick through
the shattered pieces of myself
and find the strength
to get up off the floor
because what other choice
did I have
but to keep going?
His skin was my skin
our bodies inseparable
he was the shelter
my soul craved
before I knew my heart
needed a home
beyond the confines
of my ribcage
But love doesn't work
when we're threaded to each other
an embroidered tapestry
of flesh and lies
my ability to bend
the only reason we...
#DomesticViolence
#SelfWorth
#strength
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
31st May 2024 2:26am
31st May 2024 2:26am
dead man
Watching you die
is like watching the birth
of a ghost in slow motion
Time turns all monsters to dust
and you're no different
though you're more breakable now
than you were when you slammed me
against a wall at 16 over a dropped fork
at the dinner table
You don't scare me any more
haven't in at least a decade
since I realised
all the power you had over me
was all in my head
Old man falling to dust
and I knows it's wrong
that I still want to punch you
that I wish I had ...
is like watching the birth
of a ghost in slow motion
Time turns all monsters to dust
and you're no different
though you're more breakable now
than you were when you slammed me
against a wall at 16 over a dropped fork
at the dinner table
You don't scare me any more
haven't in at least a decade
since I realised
all the power you had over me
was all in my head
Old man falling to dust
and I knows it's wrong
that I still want to punch you
that I wish I had ...
#DomesticViolence
#family
#memories
129 reads
3 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
6th May 2024 2:35am
6th May 2024 2:35am
I'm so sorry, love Elliott
I held you in my arms so dear
Low lights with silhouette highlights
My hand in yours, so cold my dear
Friction sizzles and sparks a sharp bite
Whirlwind romance of novel proportions
I was your savior from destitution
Or maybe that's just what I thought
A grandeur of epic delusions
Now here we are in this confusing game
No limits, no laws, no rules or just cause
The angry words and empty promises
Gave us both room for pause
I questioned myself if this was real
You stood up from our fight
Cold...
Low lights with silhouette highlights
My hand in yours, so cold my dear
Friction sizzles and sparks a sharp bite
Whirlwind romance of novel proportions
I was your savior from destitution
Or maybe that's just what I thought
A grandeur of epic delusions
Now here we are in this confusing game
No limits, no laws, no rules or just cause
The angry words and empty promises
Gave us both room for pause
I questioned myself if this was real
You stood up from our fight
Cold...
#conflict
#despair
#DomesticViolence
#ImSorry
#sadness
125 reads
1 Comment
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 3:48pm
23rd Mar 2024 3:48pm
His Prisoner
#abuse
#despair
#suffering
#DomesticViolence
#fear
213 reads
8 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
20th Mar 2024 9:11pm
20th Mar 2024 9:11pm
if his hands are made of bullets...
There's a gun in the safe
three generations
under one roof
and a quiet violence
in the air
He threatens suicide
he doesn't get his way
so they bend
and break and comply
until someone finds
a backbone
and we do it all again
She hid the keys
to the safe
and tomorrow
someone might bury
the ammo
if we can get to it
without his hovering
Because my father
uses love like a weapon
and I wonder what other
threats he's made
quietly over the years ...
three generations
under one roof
and a quiet violence
in the air
He threatens suicide
he doesn't get his way
so they bend
and break and comply
until someone finds
a backbone
and we do it all again
She hid the keys
to the safe
and tomorrow
someone might bury
the ammo
if we can get to it
without his hovering
Because my father
uses love like a weapon
and I wonder what other
threats he's made
quietly over the years ...
#family
#suicide
#MentalHealth #DomesticViolence
#MentalHealth #DomesticViolence
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1 Comment
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
4th Feb 2024 8:19am
4th Feb 2024 8:19am
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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20 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
8th Oct 2023 5:29pm
8th Oct 2023 5:29pm
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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DU Poetry : Poems About Domestic Violence Seeking Friendly Advice
