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.
Vampyre497
Poem Published
26th Nov 2022 1:36pm
26th Nov 2022 1:36pm
Sacrificial
You will be mine; I will own you
You will be mine; I will eat you
You will be mine; I can’t wait to have you
You will be mine; I will kill you
I cannot feel; your pain will entertain
I cannot feel; your fear’s in vain
I cannot feel; your hatred’s a game
I cannot feel; your ignorance shame
You will be my sacrificial
Your eyes are gifts but superficial
My taste does love your hiding mind
My love does taste of your killing bind
You will not move; I’ve done the work
You will not move; I no longer lurk
You will...
You will be mine; I will eat you
You will be mine; I can’t wait to have you
You will be mine; I will kill you
I cannot feel; your pain will entertain
I cannot feel; your fear’s in vain
I cannot feel; your hatred’s a game
I cannot feel; your ignorance shame
You will be my sacrificial
Your eyes are gifts but superficial
My taste does love your hiding mind
My love does taste of your killing bind
You will not move; I’ve done the work
You will not move; I no longer lurk
You will...
#murder
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
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Oracle19
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2022 6:00pm
23rd Oct 2022 6:00pm
Life will not end this way
Trapped.
Trapped in an overcrowded sea of thoughts.
Thoughts that make me feel claustrophobic.
Claustrophobic anxiety.
Anxiety that stems from walking on eggshells around you.
You are completely in control of my life.
Life isn’t suppose to be like this.
This is my last chance to escape.
Escape to the independent life that I deserve.
Deserve to not be trapped.
Trapped.
Trapped in an overcrowded sea of thoughts.
Thoughts that make me feel claustrophobic.
Claustrophobic anxiety.
Anxiety that stems from walking on eggshells around you.
You are completely in control of my life.
Life isn’t suppose to be like this.
This is my last chance to escape.
Escape to the independent life that I deserve.
Deserve to not be trapped.
Trapped.
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#SelfWorth
#DomesticViolence
498 reads
5 Comments
FadedxFlame
Poem Published
21st Sep 2022 3:56am
21st Sep 2022 3:56am
*Trigger Warning*
I'm sorry my writing is upsetting, maybe they should come with a trigger warning. Or maybe people need to be more trustworthy. More open-minded, more outgoing.
I'm very depressed, my brain is at it again.
I can’t help myself from this impending descent into darkness. I use to see life differently. Vibrantly Full of color, love, or hope even. But, apparently, the longer you’re depraved, it becomes harder to cope with independently.
It seems I don’t own my soul. I lost it somewhere along the road. But I know wherever it was, it smiled. The day we fell in love....
I'm very depressed, my brain is at it again.
I can’t help myself from this impending descent into darkness. I use to see life differently. Vibrantly Full of color, love, or hope even. But, apparently, the longer you’re depraved, it becomes harder to cope with independently.
It seems I don’t own my soul. I lost it somewhere along the road. But I know wherever it was, it smiled. The day we fell in love....
#relationships
#honesty
#ForbiddenLove
#DomesticViolence
#deception
613 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2022 9:11am
22nd Jul 2022 9:11am
the divorce
The divorce
They met in a pub, people often do over drinks
Cross-eyed love, it was not, lust perhaps an end of solitude.
Hastily married got a mortgage and bought a house that
looked big outside but had narrow rooms.
There was a small garden hidden inside a tall fence
A mortgage is a contract which enslaves young people until
they are 75 which is so far away it is abstract.
They both worked very hard long hours to pay the loan and
nice things for the home, therefore they didn’t get to knew
each other than the obvious.
Covid struck,...
They met in a pub, people often do over drinks
Cross-eyed love, it was not, lust perhaps an end of solitude.
Hastily married got a mortgage and bought a house that
looked big outside but had narrow rooms.
There was a small garden hidden inside a tall fence
A mortgage is a contract which enslaves young people until
they are 75 which is so far away it is abstract.
They both worked very hard long hours to pay the loan and
nice things for the home, therefore they didn’t get to knew
each other than the obvious.
Covid struck,...
#anger
#escape
#disappointment
#apathy
#DomesticViolence
250 reads
1 Comment
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
19th Jul 2022 11:35am
19th Jul 2022 11:35am
I Couldn’t Breath
#husband
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#manipulation
#deception
552 reads
9 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
24th Jun 2022 9:40am
24th Jun 2022 9:40am
Heatwave
accustomed
to violence
you held me
in silence
commanding
compliance
still i grew
in defiance
——
when walking
on eggshells
from dawn
until dusk
you learn
to be silent
because
you must
you trapped me
inside
locked the door
tossed the key
proceeded
to torture
degrade and
abuse me
you set us
both on fire
then you
apologized
but i didn’t
believe you
when i looked ...
to violence
you held me
in silence
commanding
compliance
still i grew
in defiance
——
when walking
on eggshells
from dawn
until dusk
you learn
to be silent
because
you must
you trapped me
inside
locked the door
tossed the key
proceeded
to torture
degrade and
abuse me
you set us
both on fire
then you
apologized
but i didn’t
believe you
when i looked ...
#strength
#abuse
#memories
#healing
#DomesticViolence
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0 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
18th May 2022 3:05am
18th May 2022 3:05am
Belle's Beast
She was beaten into a crumpled pile, he never feared as he approached
There was the smell of torturous pain all around, the walls of his realm broached
Lost in the wilderness of her mind, where her abuser left her for dead
Some how her finder could her the words of abuse in her head
He could hear the words echoing, "slut" and "whore" all around
He could feel the giant fist continually pounding her down
Treated as a dog, made to crawl on all four
Yes, hold on Lil Momma, let me open the door
He could had kicked it in, but why...
There was the smell of torturous pain all around, the walls of his realm broached
Lost in the wilderness of her mind, where her abuser left her for dead
Some how her finder could her the words of abuse in her head
He could hear the words echoing, "slut" and "whore" all around
He could feel the giant fist continually pounding her down
Treated as a dog, made to crawl on all four
Yes, hold on Lil Momma, let me open the door
He could had kicked it in, but why...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
419 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
8th May 2022 9:06am
8th May 2022 9:06am
a lady's dilemma
A lady’s dilemma
Her mind and body are restless
she is in her late-middle-age
a difficult time for a woman.
Her long relationship with a well-off man
has made her economically safe
but she is bored
thinks there has to be some more
before she loses her looks
and disappears into elderliness.
She has grown up with children
they don´t need her as much as before.
A part of her also likes to be settled
married and have a home of her own
She is also worried about her legacy
be sure her children
have...
Her mind and body are restless
she is in her late-middle-age
a difficult time for a woman.
Her long relationship with a well-off man
has made her economically safe
but she is bored
thinks there has to be some more
before she loses her looks
and disappears into elderliness.
She has grown up with children
they don´t need her as much as before.
A part of her also likes to be settled
married and have a home of her own
She is also worried about her legacy
be sure her children
have...
#anger
#conflict
#escape
#disappointment
#DomesticViolence
300 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
30th Mar 2022 12:26pm
30th Mar 2022 12:26pm
elderly dictator
Ageing dictator
The dictator is entering old age
his face is taken the appearance of a shrunken apple
but he still likes to look masculine.
Sitting wide-legged in a suit that is too tight.
He is not able to hide the beginning of a girth
he finds this annoying and swims several times a day.
He reads a lot but often draws the wrong conclusion
his anger toward the west is understandable
the broken promises of NATO and the USA
fills him with wroth he regards this as a lack of respect
for his beloved Russia.
The war in Ukraine is...
The dictator is entering old age
his face is taken the appearance of a shrunken apple
but he still likes to look masculine.
Sitting wide-legged in a suit that is too tight.
He is not able to hide the beginning of a girth
he finds this annoying and swims several times a day.
He reads a lot but often draws the wrong conclusion
his anger toward the west is understandable
the broken promises of NATO and the USA
fills him with wroth he regards this as a lack of respect
for his beloved Russia.
The war in Ukraine is...
#corruption
#freedom
#inequality
#DomesticViolence
#deception
205 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
24th Mar 2022 12:06pm
24th Mar 2022 12:06pm
too many roses
Too many roses
Those bloody roses, I weed in my garden
and around the house, but they keep coming.
The slightest crack in the pavement
up the roses spring, ruining the walkway.
Unstoppable blowing raspberry who tries
to stop their advance.
When a blue weed tries to find a sunny spot
they are replaced by roses.
History is written by red roses, for whom
A weed is a nuisance and should be cut in half.
Tiny hamlets are strangled by perfumed roses
The local weeds have to live up the hill.
Those bloody roses, I weed in my garden
and around the house, but they keep coming.
The slightest crack in the pavement
up the roses spring, ruining the walkway.
Unstoppable blowing raspberry who tries
to stop their advance.
When a blue weed tries to find a sunny spot
they are replaced by roses.
History is written by red roses, for whom
A weed is a nuisance and should be cut in half.
Tiny hamlets are strangled by perfumed roses
The local weeds have to live up the hill.
#anger
#heartbroken
#escape
#disappointment
#DomesticViolence
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0 Comments
fieryangelsouljia
M6rr6g6n
M6rr6g6n
Poem Published
26th Feb 2022 00:38am
26th Feb 2022 00:38am
Mourning For a Sister Lost
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Navajo for "Older Sister"
This goes out to every woman who has lost another woman to the hands of cruel men
Navajo, or no. I, an outsider to the Navajo community, was raised in Arizona and befriended this wonderful young lady. I could only watch this beautiful young girl who was kept away from the rest of her people by her abusive father to include him keeping her from female family members, become a product of her hellish environment. I can't help but feel I have failed her somehow. I tried suggesting she moved away from the men who had threatened and beat her and...
Navajo for "Older Sister"
This goes out to every woman who has lost another woman to the hands of cruel men
Navajo, or no. I, an outsider to the Navajo community, was raised in Arizona and befriended this wonderful young lady. I could only watch this beautiful young girl who was kept away from the rest of her people by her abusive father to include him keeping her from female family members, become a product of her hellish environment. I can't help but feel I have failed her somehow. I tried suggesting she moved away from the men who had threatened and beat her and...
#sister
#women
#feminism
#culture
#DomesticViolence
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0 Comments
JustinedeLange
Justine
Justine
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2022 8:35am
23rd Feb 2022 8:35am
Bathroom break
I never really got up off that bathroom floor.
Physically; I did.
I uncovered my ears, stood up, unlocked the door, and let him in.
Moved past him and out into the room, escaped down the stairs. Packed all my shit and finally left.
But I never really left that place.
My spirit stayed there. It died there. It's stuck in time there.
I move between people, and places and bathrooms; I look into mirrors.
But I don't really know what I'm looking at anymore. I don't recognise her; this woman in the mirror.
...
Physically; I did.
I uncovered my ears, stood up, unlocked the door, and let him in.
Moved past him and out into the room, escaped down the stairs. Packed all my shit and finally left.
But I never really left that place.
My spirit stayed there. It died there. It's stuck in time there.
I move between people, and places and bathrooms; I look into mirrors.
But I don't really know what I'm looking at anymore. I don't recognise her; this woman in the mirror.
...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#oppression
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5 Comments
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