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.
I'm so sorry, love Elliott
I held you in my arms so dear
Low lights with silhouette highlights
My hand in yours, so cold my dear
Friction sizzles and sparks a sharp bite
Whirlwind romance of novel proportions
I was your savior from destitution
Or maybe that's just what I thought
A grandeur of epic delusions
Now here we are in this confusing game
No limits, no laws, no rules or just cause
The angry words and empty promises
Gave us both room for pause
I questioned myself if this was real
You stood up from our fight
Cold...
Low lights with silhouette highlights
My hand in yours, so cold my dear
Friction sizzles and sparks a sharp bite
Whirlwind romance of novel proportions
I was your savior from destitution
Or maybe that's just what I thought
A grandeur of epic delusions
Now here we are in this confusing game
No limits, no laws, no rules or just cause
The angry words and empty promises
Gave us both room for pause
I questioned myself if this was real
You stood up from our fight
Cold...
#conflict
#despair
#DomesticViolence
#ImSorry
#sadness
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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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#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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His Prisoner
#abuse
#despair
#suffering
#DomesticViolence
#fear
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if his hands are made of bullets...
There's a gun in the safe
three generations
under one roof
and a quiet violence
in the air
He threatens suicide
he doesn't get his way
so they bend
and break and comply
until someone finds
a backbone
and we do it all again
She hid the keys
to the safe
and tomorrow
someone might bury
the ammo
if we can get to it
without his hovering
Because my father
uses love like a weapon
and I wonder what other
threats he's made
quietly over the years ...
three generations
under one roof
and a quiet violence
in the air
He threatens suicide
he doesn't get his way
so they bend
and break and comply
until someone finds
a backbone
and we do it all again
She hid the keys
to the safe
and tomorrow
someone might bury
the ammo
if we can get to it
without his hovering
Because my father
uses love like a weapon
and I wonder what other
threats he's made
quietly over the years ...
#family
#suicide
#MentalHealth #DomesticViolence
#MentalHealth #DomesticViolence
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War Zone
Every night I walked through the door
Your combat boots would trip me
And I would quietly move them
So your combat hands wouldn’t hit me
In the morning you’d lace them up
Stomping dirt around the floor
And I would tiptoe sweeping behind
The mess you trudged but blamed me for
When you left I’d release my breathe
Your heavy footsteps rattled by bones
And I would still creep on my bare feet
Because our house remained a war zone
Your combat boots would trip me
And I would quietly move them
So your combat hands wouldn’t hit me
In the morning you’d lace them up
Stomping dirt around the floor
And I would tiptoe sweeping behind
The mess you trudged but blamed me for
When you left I’d release my breathe
Your heavy footsteps rattled by bones
And I would still creep on my bare feet
Because our house remained a war zone
#relationships
#DomesticViolence
#oppression
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Ode to my Mother
My mother in the depths of her pain and sorrow
had a strength and tenacity that all should borrow
selfless sacrifices should be an example to follow
she was stoic to the end faithful to her vow
she endured her husband cruel blows
shielding her children from his punches
waking up with black eyes and bleeding nose
enduring the pain as she went about her chores
she was a lynch pin, holding everyone together
loving my wayward brothers even as they wandered
working in the paddy field to feed them
thatching the roofs to keep us all...
had a strength and tenacity that all should borrow
selfless sacrifices should be an example to follow
she was stoic to the end faithful to her vow
she endured her husband cruel blows
shielding her children from his punches
waking up with black eyes and bleeding nose
enduring the pain as she went about her chores
she was a lynch pin, holding everyone together
loving my wayward brothers even as they wandered
working in the paddy field to feed them
thatching the roofs to keep us all...
#mother
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
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Womanhood
We don't speak about it,
us females,
us one in four,
us, who worry we might trigger someone,
we don't,
we share spoken word about nature, about comedy,
about the way we circumnavigated the seas,
we talk about death and politics,
the human experience over tea.
But I want you to know I'd hold you
if you want to talk about DV,
or addiction or abuse or whatever chaos
occured that lingers behind the teeth.
I would hold space for the discomfort,
quietly bow to the silenced once before.
We are the one in three howling, ...
us females,
us one in four,
us, who worry we might trigger someone,
we don't,
we share spoken word about nature, about comedy,
about the way we circumnavigated the seas,
we talk about death and politics,
the human experience over tea.
But I want you to know I'd hold you
if you want to talk about DV,
or addiction or abuse or whatever chaos
occured that lingers behind the teeth.
I would hold space for the discomfort,
quietly bow to the silenced once before.
We are the one in three howling, ...
#women
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
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Your dead lover just walked out the door
Killed him with a kettle bell
And steaming hot coffee mug
Left him bleeding out
Charcoal amongst burning bridges
Smouldering embers blowing in the breeze
Exiting like the gust of a ghost
Baby blue those final chapters
They well and done
And steaming hot coffee mug
Left him bleeding out
Charcoal amongst burning bridges
Smouldering embers blowing in the breeze
Exiting like the gust of a ghost
Baby blue those final chapters
They well and done
#TimeHeals
#MovingOn
#DomesticViolence #PopCulture
#DomesticViolence #PopCulture
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The pain of love
#heartbroken
#erotic
#BDSM
#sacrifice
#DomesticViolence
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DU Poetry : Poems about Domestic Violence