Poems about Domestic Violence
#DomesticViolence
Poems about domestic violence, poetry about violent or abusive marriages and relationships. Here you'll find poems about abusive relationships written by survivors of domestic violence. Poetry about the physical and mental challenges involved in getting away from a volatile or violent individual. Inspirational poems about the success of courageous individuals who have managed to leave abusive relationships. Also poems about societies view on domestic violence.
The pain of love
#heartbroken
#erotic
#BDSM
#sacrifice
#DomesticViolence
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the ember of love
The Ember of Love
As he was walking along the busy shopping street an old woman, came toward him
He knew her but hadn't seen her for many years
once upon a time, he had loved her very much
they both stopped; she remembered him and forthright, as she always was, told him he looked old
She was old also but refrained from telling her
Their hair was white and brittle, and her prominent nose had dropped, giving her a look like a witch.
They hugged, and he told her she looked great!
Behind the thick-rimmed glasses she wore, he saw
a glimmer of...
As he was walking along the busy shopping street an old woman, came toward him
He knew her but hadn't seen her for many years
once upon a time, he had loved her very much
they both stopped; she remembered him and forthright, as she always was, told him he looked old
She was old also but refrained from telling her
Their hair was white and brittle, and her prominent nose had dropped, giving her a look like a witch.
They hugged, and he told her she looked great!
Behind the thick-rimmed glasses she wore, he saw
a glimmer of...
#ImSorry
#heartbroken
#escape
#IMissYou
#DomesticViolence
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Love Gone
My worst dream never realized
happened before my eyes
Hide, fight, or flight
was suddenly understood
The meaning of these words
Tightly wound fists, set me afoot
Thought you never woulda,
sincerely if you ever coulda
Forced to expose you
suppressed emerging behavior restricting every breath, my heart snapped in two.
How did Normal everyday shit — morphed into
Catatonic shit — excised into
Armageddon shit?! SHI-IT!!—
Normality became my anxiety
Anxious for what would be or not be
Because, at...
happened before my eyes
Hide, fight, or flight
was suddenly understood
The meaning of these words
Tightly wound fists, set me afoot
Thought you never woulda,
sincerely if you ever coulda
Forced to expose you
suppressed emerging behavior restricting every breath, my heart snapped in two.
How did Normal everyday shit — morphed into
Catatonic shit — excised into
Armageddon shit?! SHI-IT!!—
Normality became my anxiety
Anxious for what would be or not be
Because, at...
#rejection
#breakup
#betrayal
#DomesticViolence
#deception
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Trauma's Scar
Some days, it feels like I can't breathe,
And I find myself asking that same question,
"Why did you leave?"
I think I always knew but never wanted to believe
That one day our love, I would grieve.
Most of the time, I feel alright,
But when the day surrenders to the night,
I also surrender to the fight.
Our demons don't need an invite,
They lurk in the places untouched by light,
Never far nor out of sight,
An unspoken vow to always reunite,
Even now as I write, I'm filled with dread,
Knowing we'll meet again...
And I find myself asking that same question,
"Why did you leave?"
I think I always knew but never wanted to believe
That one day our love, I would grieve.
Most of the time, I feel alright,
But when the day surrenders to the night,
I also surrender to the fight.
Our demons don't need an invite,
They lurk in the places untouched by light,
Never far nor out of sight,
An unspoken vow to always reunite,
Even now as I write, I'm filled with dread,
Knowing we'll meet again...
#sadness
#memories
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
#DomesticViolence
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the woman who read romance novels with happy endings
there’s an old episode
of Murder, She Wrote
about a woman
who by her own admission
reads only romance novels
with happy endings
but is beaten to death
by the bookseller
because she won’t leave
her violent husband
for him.
and I think how the show
is called “cosy”
with its light mystery
about which we know
that Lansbury
knows all,
or will.
sometimes I think of that lonely woman
who read kissing books to feel safe and as if
love lived somewhere beyond
the rotary and plastic...
of Murder, She Wrote
about a woman
who by her own admission
reads only romance novels
with happy endings
but is beaten to death
by the bookseller
because she won’t leave
her violent husband
for him.
and I think how the show
is called “cosy”
with its light mystery
about which we know
that Lansbury
knows all,
or will.
sometimes I think of that lonely woman
who read kissing books to feel safe and as if
love lived somewhere beyond
the rotary and plastic...
#love
#abuse
#death #DomesticViolence
#death #DomesticViolence
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Nekky's Story
I am his punching bag,
he punches me at will,
he punches me to vent his anger,
he does so to douse his frustrations.
He tries to regulate my emotions,
he entrenches himself fastidiously
in my life's branches.
My constant battery is his love's
justification.
To him, none else could care better,
not even my own sacrificial mum.
In my secular and public life,
his raging jealousy is hardly concealed.
I am his only mood swing's spectator,
I am enslaved by regular and
suicidal threats.
I must to his own will...
he punches me at will,
he punches me to vent his anger,
he does so to douse his frustrations.
He tries to regulate my emotions,
he entrenches himself fastidiously
in my life's branches.
My constant battery is his love's
justification.
To him, none else could care better,
not even my own sacrificial mum.
In my secular and public life,
his raging jealousy is hardly concealed.
I am his only mood swing's spectator,
I am enslaved by regular and
suicidal threats.
I must to his own will...
#rejection
#heartbroken
#DomesticViolence
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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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Ouch.
#anger
#DomesticViolence
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The Good Son
#abuse
#tragedy
#suffering
#son
#DomesticViolence
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Like The Shower Scene From "Psycho"
While she was washing
the dirt off, Pamela heard
a crash and opened the door.
But before she reached
for that gun, someone grabbed her
arm and stabbed Pam seven times.
the dirt off, Pamela heard
a crash and opened the door.
But before she reached
for that gun, someone grabbed her
arm and stabbed Pam seven times.
#murder
#home
#fiction
#tragedy
#DomesticViolence
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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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DU Poetry : Poems about Domestic Violence