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.
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
6th May 2024 2:35am
6th May 2024 2:35am
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
163 reads
1 Comment
MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
26th Apr 2024 5:04am
26th Apr 2024 5:04am
SCREAM
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#hurt
161 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 7:49pm
18th Apr 2024 7:49pm
Offensive Nurturing
#abuse
#alcohol
#DomesticViolence
#father
#son
132 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 10:26am
5th Apr 2024 10:26am
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
235 reads
12 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 9:36am
2nd Apr 2024 9:36am
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
180 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
24th Mar 2024 7:19pm
24th Mar 2024 7:19pm
Still Life
If we broke it down
into palatable pieces
I’d of said something
about Jackson Pollock
and the colour of blood
how I’d never seen red
roll down glass outside
of movies.
Perhaps there’d be
the part where your spit
hit a cheek. How it burned
with the fury of lava—
this skin, a village
waiting for destruction
all terror,
all terror in the flood.
Some days, I float above fists
thinking of them as canvasses
on crooked easels. Blots
on fingers, feet &...
into palatable pieces
I’d of said something
about Jackson Pollock
and the colour of blood
how I’d never seen red
roll down glass outside
of movies.
Perhaps there’d be
the part where your spit
hit a cheek. How it burned
with the fury of lava—
this skin, a village
waiting for destruction
all terror,
all terror in the flood.
Some days, I float above fists
thinking of them as canvasses
on crooked easels. Blots
on fingers, feet &...
#art
#StreamOfConsciousness
#DomesticViolence #metaphor
#DomesticViolence #metaphor
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12 Comments
I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 5:21pm
23rd Mar 2024 5:21pm
#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
216 reads
2 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 3:48pm
23rd Mar 2024 3:48pm
His Prisoner
#abuse
#despair
#suffering
#DomesticViolence
#fear
246 reads
8 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
20th Mar 2024 9:11pm
20th Mar 2024 9:11pm
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
336 reads
1 Comment
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 2:30pm
6th Mar 2024 2:30pm
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
250 reads
9 Comments
Isgyppie_
Poem Published
17th Feb 2024 5:50am
17th Feb 2024 5:50am
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
237 reads
6 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
4th Feb 2024 8:19am
4th Feb 2024 8:19am
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
257 reads
20 Comments
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