Long Poems About Domestic Violence
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Long poems about domestic violence. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
An Abusive Situation 2: An Explanation
As I said in a previous post, I do not want to start a GoFundMe page. Apart from the fact that it is just like begging to my mind, and that I would much rather have people get something in return for helping me (the books), I do not have a bank account. I only have PayPal. I am on a fixed income due to a mental disorder known as schizoaffective disorder.
All of the books I am offering were written by none other than myself. There are poetry collections as well as prose here.
I wrote WILL, the most recent collection, when the abuse started nearly a year ago. I...
All of the books I am offering were written by none other than myself. There are poetry collections as well as prose here.
I wrote WILL, the most recent collection, when the abuse started nearly a year ago. I...
#breakup
#abuse
#WritingPoetry
#support
#DomesticViolence
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Butterflies in the Basement
It’s only when I see the pain behind someone’s eyes
knowing they have seen the same devil as I
Wondering what price they’re paying
Knowing there were no butterflies in the basement
and that it didn’t stop me from following him down
Sometimes it seems the stairway will never end
and I’ll be going down those steps forever
Because the ribbons were ripped out of my hair
and the crayons were stolen from my hand
No nightlight could brighten the darkness that was coming for me
My lilies were set on fire
and I was drawn to it like a...
knowing they have seen the same devil as I
Wondering what price they’re paying
Knowing there were no butterflies in the basement
and that it didn’t stop me from following him down
Sometimes it seems the stairway will never end
and I’ll be going down those steps forever
Because the ribbons were ripped out of my hair
and the crayons were stolen from my hand
No nightlight could brighten the darkness that was coming for me
My lilies were set on fire
and I was drawn to it like a...
#depression
#abuse
#MentalHealth
#suffering
#DomesticViolence
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1 Comment
Till we meet again
Your desires worked as my night clothes
No light is bright enough to hide your shadows
I can never feel warm because you always stand close
You used me the same way as those who boiled your blood
My first was a demon, I bet you thought
But you're just like him in the eyes of a God
Your power is slipping and dropping to your feet
Look it's like you, lacking a heartbeat
It didn't take long to notice your defeat
You're a martyr who always gets mistreat
Keep...
No light is bright enough to hide your shadows
I can never feel warm because you always stand close
You used me the same way as those who boiled your blood
My first was a demon, I bet you thought
But you're just like him in the eyes of a God
Your power is slipping and dropping to your feet
Look it's like you, lacking a heartbeat
It didn't take long to notice your defeat
You're a martyr who always gets mistreat
Keep...
#abuse
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#DomesticViolence
#fear
1076 reads
4 Comments
Trouble at home
This is a journal entry from past week. Allot of questions and allot of doubt. Tell me what you guys / girls think.
Why do I stay when I clearly need to go? Why do I let myself be tormented by the unending, irrational, an loud cries of a woman who does not even try to listen? No, not one single relationship is perfect, there is always something to argue about. But healthy couples talk and try to understand each other’s difficulties. They try to find common ground of agree to disagree and move on. But not this woman. She needs to be right. She needs to be dominant. Like she always...
Why do I stay when I clearly need to go? Why do I let myself be tormented by the unending, irrational, an loud cries of a woman who does not even try to listen? No, not one single relationship is perfect, there is always something to argue about. But healthy couples talk and try to understand each other’s difficulties. They try to find common ground of agree to disagree and move on. But not this woman. She needs to be right. She needs to be dominant. Like she always...
#MentalHealth
#separation
#DomesticViolence
395 reads
0 Comments
Eye contact
#violence
#abuse
#MeToo
#suffering
#DomesticViolence
563 reads
8 Comments
Cleaning Out My Closet Remix
#sadness
#anger
#revenge #DomesticViolence
#revenge #DomesticViolence
370 reads
0 Comments
Breaking Free
#dark
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
684 reads
3 Comments
Rebecca's Vampire Savior
#vampires
#ShortStory
#DomesticViolence
382 reads
2 Comments
The Spanking
#dark
#DomesticViolence
692 reads
2 Comments
a note regarding a recently hidden poem
I removed my DV poem recently. Two people commented and what really got me was the victim shaming of the first commentor.
Firstly because the poem may not have been about me, and if it was, who is to say that it's not a poem about something that happened in the past, and I'm simply writing about it now.
Secondly, because DV relationships are so nuanced that it can be hard for so many reasons, for victims to leave.
For a lot of people with nowhere to go, the choice between staying and homelessness is a huge factor. They may not have any friends and family in...
Firstly because the poem may not have been about me, and if it was, who is to say that it's not a poem about something that happened in the past, and I'm simply writing about it now.
Secondly, because DV relationships are so nuanced that it can be hard for so many reasons, for victims to leave.
For a lot of people with nowhere to go, the choice between staying and homelessness is a huge factor. They may not have any friends and family in...
#conflict
#confessional
#DomesticViolence
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Daddy’s Princess: Trigger Warning
#father
#suffering
#DomesticViolence
378 reads
4 Comments
I Saw You
I saw you
6 I the morning
Just rolled out of a club,
a little worse for wear and
ready to face the dawn
I stand at the bus stop,
Not really waiting, you know
Just gazing
at the ground beneath my feet
Lost in thought
Then I hear a hiss
I lookup
The doors open right in front of me
Leading me to a moment
I had played in my mind many times over
until I knew exactly
what I would do and say
And I saw you
Standing there frozen in time
Our eyes lock
Like two...
6 I the morning
Just rolled out of a club,
a little worse for wear and
ready to face the dawn
I stand at the bus stop,
Not really waiting, you know
Just gazing
at the ground beneath my feet
Lost in thought
Then I hear a hiss
I lookup
The doors open right in front of me
Leading me to a moment
I had played in my mind many times over
until I knew exactly
what I would do and say
And I saw you
Standing there frozen in time
Our eyes lock
Like two...
#hate
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
#DomesticViolence
534 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Domestic Violence