Poems About Domestic Violence Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about domestic violence seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
(#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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My first "love"

#death
#DomesticViolence
#suicide
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Just another day
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 dog right in...
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 dog right in...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#family
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Tomorrow's Another Day

#DomesticViolence
#fear
#honesty
#lies
#violence
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The Broken Child
According to family members, Pearl and her boyfriend, Isauro Aguirre, would call Gabriel “gay.” In fact, the first thing he told law enforcement when they responded to the 911 call was that Gabriel Fernandez [aged 8] was gay, which confused officers.” - thewrap.com, “‘Trials of Gabriel Fernandez’: 9 Most Shocking Details About the Murder at Heart of Netflix Documentary”
Just over ten years ago now, but still
your name is resonant with pain
and all the crass human stupidities that chill
the honest heart, a piece of grain
that taints the whole bushel.
I...
Just over ten years ago now, but still
your name is resonant with pain
and all the crass human stupidities that chill
the honest heart, a piece of grain
that taints the whole bushel.
I...
#abuse
#death
#DomesticViolence #murder
#DomesticViolence #murder
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Domesticated
So he hurts her some more, then slams out the door... hell be back in an hour or 2.
And as the car drives away, what left there to say... its not like this is anything new.
So she climbs in her bed and she buries her head .. it seems this while life's been in vain.
And its so much to bear just to lie alone there,
As the tears fall steady like rain.
In her mind she keeps thinking, how low she's been sinking...
But her whole life she's felt such abuse.
She could pack a few things, leave a note and her ring..
But she knows there's really no use. ...
And as the car drives away, what left there to say... its not like this is anything new.
So she climbs in her bed and she buries her head .. it seems this while life's been in vain.
And its so much to bear just to lie alone there,
As the tears fall steady like rain.
In her mind she keeps thinking, how low she's been sinking...
But her whole life she's felt such abuse.
She could pack a few things, leave a note and her ring..
But she knows there's really no use. ...
#DomesticViolence
#escape
#manipulation
#regret
#separation
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SCREAM

#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#hurt
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Offensive Nurturing

#abuse
#alcohol
#DomesticViolence
#father
#son
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A Tribute To Her
He was pussywhipped
All of his friends & father knew it and gave him a hard time
He couldn't go anywhere without her inviting herself along
They fought and fucked all the time
He loved her and hated her
He wanted to bash her skull in
She made him feel weak
She made him feel like he wasn't in control of his life
He started to hate her all the time
One night he hit her
Mutual disbelief registered on both their faces
He started hitting her all the time
The more he hit her, the more he loved her
He was in love again
In love...
All of his friends & father knew it and gave him a hard time
He couldn't go anywhere without her inviting herself along
They fought and fucked all the time
He loved her and hated her
He wanted to bash her skull in
She made him feel weak
She made him feel like he wasn't in control of his life
He started to hate her all the time
One night he hit her
Mutual disbelief registered on both their faces
He started hitting her all the time
The more he hit her, the more he loved her
He was in love again
In love...
#marriage
#sex
#abuse
#motivational
#DomesticViolence
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Hymn to Cernunnos
I threw up in the alley
shortly after leaving the car.
It was a mixture of things—
the smell of the place for one,
how my stomach lurched
the second I turned a corner
to see that old market cross
standing in the square
and there it was
the old flat rented out
in somebody else’s name,
the carpet shop quite gone
replaced with books
and barbers.
I looked up at the window.
Where [x] happened.
That thing.
I still can’t speak its...
shortly after leaving the car.
It was a mixture of things—
the smell of the place for one,
how my stomach lurched
the second I turned a corner
to see that old market cross
standing in the square
and there it was
the old flat rented out
in somebody else’s name,
the carpet shop quite gone
replaced with books
and barbers.
I looked up at the window.
Where [x] happened.
That thing.
I still can’t speak its...
#pagan
#Britain
#DomesticViolence
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#27
I slaughtered and buried my enemies,
And my friends I kept in the fridge.
Their pictures hang on the tapestries,
And their memories sound like the kids
Outside the home of depravity
The house where I used to live
Everyone alive has capacity,
But not everyone caves in.
Still we all want to be happy
And yet we love mortal sin
Pulled on blue gloves for examining
This heart that I am stuck with
I
Keep a graveyard out in the back, sneak the brave-hearts into a trap, weave my ramparts throughout the past.
Hey look, Making excuses...
And my friends I kept in the fridge.
Their pictures hang on the tapestries,
And their memories sound like the kids
Outside the home of depravity
The house where I used to live
Everyone alive has capacity,
But not everyone caves in.
Still we all want to be happy
And yet we love mortal sin
Pulled on blue gloves for examining
This heart that I am stuck with
I
Keep a graveyard out in the back, sneak the brave-hearts into a trap, weave my ramparts throughout the past.
Hey look, Making excuses...
#SelfReflection
#PTSD
#DomesticViolence #deception
#DomesticViolence #deception
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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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DU Poetry : Poems About Domestic Violence Seeking Honest Critique