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.
litter on my mind
Litter on my mind
When I walk into the garden of my mind
I sometimes pick up weeds that must be rid of in the cold light of sanity.
A person, from the past, sent me a rancid email claimed
I had been lying when telling him I had crossed the Sahara barefoot when it was a simple spelling mistake
He also claimed that I had only been a cobbler's assistant and that knew nothing about upper soles of
clogs; it is a mystery how he found out I thought my abstract world was mine alone.
I'm told the rude, offensive person dabbles in electric matters.
I...
When I walk into the garden of my mind
I sometimes pick up weeds that must be rid of in the cold light of sanity.
A person, from the past, sent me a rancid email claimed
I had been lying when telling him I had crossed the Sahara barefoot when it was a simple spelling mistake
He also claimed that I had only been a cobbler's assistant and that knew nothing about upper soles of
clogs; it is a mystery how he found out I thought my abstract world was mine alone.
I'm told the rude, offensive person dabbles in electric matters.
I...
#escape
#separation
#DomesticViolence #deception
#DomesticViolence #deception
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1205
Every night 1205 always wondered why
1205 the time you'd begin to snore so i knew it was safe
I could just be
Every night one two three four
1205 check for movement 1 2 3 4
You couldn't yell at me at 1205
301 different story i'd pretend to be asleep
It never worked
You'd start a fight id cry
The dog would hide
1205 stayed up till 4 then went to sleep sleep till 12 12 was safe
1205 the time you'd begin to snore so i knew it was safe
I could just be
Every night one two three four
1205 check for movement 1 2 3 4
You couldn't yell at me at 1205
301 different story i'd pretend to be asleep
It never worked
You'd start a fight id cry
The dog would hide
1205 stayed up till 4 then went to sleep sleep till 12 12 was safe
#secrets
#TimeHeals
#escape #DomesticViolence
#escape #DomesticViolence
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Invisible hell haiku updated 6/21/23
I didn’t hit you?
Invisible hell, can’t tell
Just emotional abuse….
Invisible hell, can’t tell
Just emotional abuse….
#emotional
#DomesticViolence
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Staying Silent
#conflict
#abuse
#suffering #DomesticViolence
#suffering #DomesticViolence
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Caged
Confined to this hell.
Eager for some sort of light.
Too claustrophobic.
Eager for some sort of light.
Too claustrophobic.
#confessional
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
#DomesticViolence
#emotions
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15 Comments
Realize
I’ve been slapped so many times before that I don’t even know when realization hits.
#DomesticViolence
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Seclusion
Slowly removing myself from others lives.
Early warning signs.
Could this end badly?
Losing all sense of reality.
Under the impression that I’m doing okay.
Should I feel this empty?
I can’t shake this feeling off.
Obviously, I am the problem.
Nonsensical?
Early warning signs.
Could this end badly?
Losing all sense of reality.
Under the impression that I’m doing okay.
Should I feel this empty?
I can’t shake this feeling off.
Obviously, I am the problem.
Nonsensical?
#MentalHealth
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped
#DomesticViolence
#emotions
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Evil eyes
His eyes turn to black.
The demon has awoken.
Fear consumes my life.
The demon has awoken.
Fear consumes my life.
#abuse
#MentalHealth
#FeelingLost
#DomesticViolence
#emotions
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FEAR LIES .
Most of her life she felt like she was an
apology a care label sewed into her clothes . I’m not worth a dime and I’m a waste of space and valuable
time .She’s an invisible thread with a needle in her head and how she wanted to embroider her life with art to create embellishment’s of tenderness in various yarns to layer piece by piece and cover every stitch of raw brutal neglect and anticipation of fear creeping every so slowly near with a sickening feeling of her heart beating out of her chest the fight or flight crushing her breath. A back cross stitch of lack of security and...
apology a care label sewed into her clothes . I’m not worth a dime and I’m a waste of space and valuable
time .She’s an invisible thread with a needle in her head and how she wanted to embroider her life with art to create embellishment’s of tenderness in various yarns to layer piece by piece and cover every stitch of raw brutal neglect and anticipation of fear creeping every so slowly near with a sickening feeling of her heart beating out of her chest the fight or flight crushing her breath. A back cross stitch of lack of security and...
#sadness
#childhood
#escape
#DomesticViolence
#manipulation
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the lay of the land
The lay of the land
Ramadan is going green; eat cabbage stew before dawn
and leave the cattle feel safe from men with long knives
I think of Israel, a none Muslim state, where the Jews
are demonstrating against the fanatics, who are, at heart
Fascists; the wish is, for them, to extend to lend a hand
to the long-suffering Palestinians.
In Europe, people are tired of the proxy war between
Russia and the USA; they are finally seeing Ukraine for
what it is, a fascist country that, with the help of NATO
Illegally grabbed power; they are...
Ramadan is going green; eat cabbage stew before dawn
and leave the cattle feel safe from men with long knives
I think of Israel, a none Muslim state, where the Jews
are demonstrating against the fanatics, who are, at heart
Fascists; the wish is, for them, to extend to lend a hand
to the long-suffering Palestinians.
In Europe, people are tired of the proxy war between
Russia and the USA; they are finally seeing Ukraine for
what it is, a fascist country that, with the help of NATO
Illegally grabbed power; they are...
#corruption
#murder
#freedom
#DomesticViolence
#deception
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who killed the president
Who killed the president?
It was a fine forenoon when the pilot left the ship in Wilhelmshaven
in Curacao, bound for Maracaibo, Venezuela
the sea was like a mirror at ease being back on the ocean
Then came the news John Kennedy has been shot and brought
to the hospital, and half an hour later, a bulletin the president is dead.
For us, it was a profound shock he represented the future, young
glamorous, with a beautiful wife, we loved him like an older brother
we could look up to; peace corps and peace in the world.
Who had killed him? Our first...
It was a fine forenoon when the pilot left the ship in Wilhelmshaven
in Curacao, bound for Maracaibo, Venezuela
the sea was like a mirror at ease being back on the ocean
Then came the news John Kennedy has been shot and brought
to the hospital, and half an hour later, a bulletin the president is dead.
For us, it was a profound shock he represented the future, young
glamorous, with a beautiful wife, we loved him like an older brother
we could look up to; peace corps and peace in the world.
Who had killed him? Our first...
#corruption
#politics
#freedom
#DomesticViolence
#deception
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Personal Original Sin
I have started to hunt again
I hear my feelings go to lend
I’m numb but that doesn’t mean I’m dumb
I’m prone, but that doesn’t mean I’m alone
I’ll spend my time with you today
Not that you have a choice anyway
I figure we’ll talk, communicate hate
Not that you can with your mouth gate
I see the holes in the wall
Physical representational call
I wonder aloud why you have so much
It seems unlikely for an organ touch
Listen, I think you’re lashing out
Against whom, I’m lost about
Maybe you have a victim of your own
You...
I hear my feelings go to lend
I’m numb but that doesn’t mean I’m dumb
I’m prone, but that doesn’t mean I’m alone
I’ll spend my time with you today
Not that you have a choice anyway
I figure we’ll talk, communicate hate
Not that you can with your mouth gate
I see the holes in the wall
Physical representational call
I wonder aloud why you have so much
It seems unlikely for an organ touch
Listen, I think you’re lashing out
Against whom, I’m lost about
Maybe you have a victim of your own
You...
#murder
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
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DU Poetry : Poems About Domestic Violence Seeking Friendly Advice