Long Poems About Domestic Violence
#DomesticViolence
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Long poems about domestic violence. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
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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
282 reads
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
192 reads
8 Comments
ViolenceIn_Silence
Poem Published
31st May 2024 1:39am
31st May 2024 1:39am
My first "love"
#death
#DomesticViolence
#suicide
142 reads
2 Comments
Wordvomit2001
Poem Published
12th Jun 2023 3:33am
12th Jun 2023 3:33am
invislbe
hopefully this is as good as the others You stole my entire senior year from me prom, graduation , but i can scream about how bad you two fucked me up till my throat is raw and bloodied, but it will never be enough . , ((you wanted control and didn't give a shit if you had to take it from me by force )). But thank you for hell for iam no longer afraid . i will never get those fucking years back but for you j it was fucking tuesday , and for you m you were threatend because i might just might of graduated , become something bigger . but you couldn't let that happen could you you couldn't stand...
#anger
#MovingOn
#escape #DomesticViolence
#escape #DomesticViolence
214 reads
1 Comment
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
11th Jun 2023 1:37am
11th Jun 2023 1:37am
Women
I
Women are allowed to break oaths
professions sewn from hope
burn bridges to the ground
to make room for what counts
II
The problem with violence
is that it captures attention—
making it effective
When our bodies vibrate into action
we reach for reason
to hypnotize us
into balanced numbness
III
In my domestic violence exhibit
at the local library
one victim had written: ...
Women are allowed to break oaths
professions sewn from hope
burn bridges to the ground
to make room for what counts
II
The problem with violence
is that it captures attention—
making it effective
When our bodies vibrate into action
we reach for reason
to hypnotize us
into balanced numbness
III
In my domestic violence exhibit
at the local library
one victim had written: ...
#women
#relationships
#feminism #DomesticViolence
#feminism #DomesticViolence
527 reads
11 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
17th May 2023 5:59pm
17th May 2023 5:59pm
Staying Silent
#conflict
#abuse
#suffering #DomesticViolence
#suffering #DomesticViolence
245 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
21st Feb 2023 10:59pm
21st Feb 2023 10:59pm
Dark Valentine
I bought for my love a Valentine’s card
shaped like a heart and frilled with lace,
a corny bit of doggerel inside
to show that I’m thinking of him.
The normalcy of that simple gesture
thrills me when, alone, I sit and think
about what’s brought me here, the single love
that could have saved my soul.
The rage relaxes then, a white dove
settles on my breast. Reposed in this dark flat,
I look out through the skylight and
am ready for another day. He’s not replied,
of course. It’s been eight years since I started. ...
shaped like a heart and frilled with lace,
a corny bit of doggerel inside
to show that I’m thinking of him.
The normalcy of that simple gesture
thrills me when, alone, I sit and think
about what’s brought me here, the single love
that could have saved my soul.
The rage relaxes then, a white dove
settles on my breast. Reposed in this dark flat,
I look out through the skylight and
am ready for another day. He’s not replied,
of course. It’s been eight years since I started. ...
#love
#abuse
#suffering #DomesticViolence
#suffering #DomesticViolence
271 reads
3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
6th Jan 2023 11:46am
6th Jan 2023 11:46am
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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0 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
11th Oct 2022 8:03pm
11th Oct 2022 8:03pm
My New Wife
Have I shown you my new wife?
Look through the window there,
you’ll see her dig the flowerbeds.
Two years my last’s been gone,
fled to another man’s bed,
and leaving me with kids to raise,
though he’s decided she’s a bet
worth taking more than me.
Don’t blame the lad. Won’t take no shit,
just like my dad never did.
She’s mopping now; her brow, that is.
I’ll bet you’re wondering just why
a pretty thing like that would bet on me.
But it’s quite simple, so you’ll see.
She didn’t have much cloth,
and so I thought, why let...
Look through the window there,
you’ll see her dig the flowerbeds.
Two years my last’s been gone,
fled to another man’s bed,
and leaving me with kids to raise,
though he’s decided she’s a bet
worth taking more than me.
Don’t blame the lad. Won’t take no shit,
just like my dad never did.
She’s mopping now; her brow, that is.
I’ll bet you’re wondering just why
a pretty thing like that would bet on me.
But it’s quite simple, so you’ll see.
She didn’t have much cloth,
and so I thought, why let...
#marriage
#abuse
#MeToo #DomesticViolence
#MeToo #DomesticViolence
398 reads
3 Comments
JessD842
Poem Published
9th Oct 2022 8:27pm
9th Oct 2022 8:27pm
Anxiety
Why can't you see all my anxiety thats trapped inside of me so depressed but I don't try to be my reality I don't want to believe trapped in my mind by my anxiety I just want to leave lord please set me free from all this damn anxiety. Feeling so worthless cant seem to find my purpose my feet on the ground but cant feel the surface I dont think this pain is worth it dont want to move no further please take my heart but dont hurt it. What is reality, what is real, must self medicate to no longer feel. Yeah my life came to an end and was forced to start all over again yet faced with so many...
#anxiety
#depression
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#DomesticViolence
504 reads
0 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
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