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.
Evil eyes
His eyes turn to black.
The demon has awoken.
Fear consumes my life.
The demon has awoken.
Fear consumes my life.
#abuse
#MentalHealth
#FeelingLost
#DomesticViolence
#emotions
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it's a memory now
they would yell
they would scream
they were fighting it out
she would hope
she would pray
she was waiting it out
sharp words
like knives
they were cutting her down
shattered glass
like the past
its a memory now
they would scream
they were fighting it out
she would hope
she would pray
she was waiting it out
sharp words
like knives
they were cutting her down
shattered glass
like the past
its a memory now
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
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A Possible Scene Of Home Invasion
Rebecca heard a
noise, went downstairs and saw one
of her students named
Jason stand naked in front
of her with a sharp steak knife.
noise, went downstairs and saw one
of her students named
Jason stand naked in front
of her with a sharp steak knife.
#home
#fiction
#tanka
#mystery
#DomesticViolence
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.38 ways to say i love you
Its blackness shone as a terribly familiar contrast & that gaping maw
matched the pit of your eyes perfectly
I always did love those storm cloud eyes
even when they didn't belong to you
the earth still spun as our children slept
flimsy doors & drywall illusions
tucked them in each night
better than I ever could
& the only gift I had left to give them
was survival.... because love
wasn't enough
I watched the ghosts flit in & out
of a .38 (caliber) hole above a rickety ceiling fan
each clack of...
matched the pit of your eyes perfectly
I always did love those storm cloud eyes
even when they didn't belong to you
the earth still spun as our children slept
flimsy doors & drywall illusions
tucked them in each night
better than I ever could
& the only gift I had left to give them
was survival.... because love
wasn't enough
I watched the ghosts flit in & out
of a .38 (caliber) hole above a rickety ceiling fan
each clack of...
#love
#healing
#DomesticViolence
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FEAR LIES .
Most of her life she felt like she was an
apology a care label sewed into her clothes . I’m not worth a dime and I’m a waste of space and valuable
time .She’s an invisible thread with a needle in her head and how she wanted to embroider her life with art to create embellishment’s of tenderness in various yarns to layer piece by piece and cover every stitch of raw brutal neglect and anticipation of fear creeping every so slowly near with a sickening feeling of her heart beating out of her chest the fight or flight crushing her breath. A back cross stitch of lack of security and...
apology a care label sewed into her clothes . I’m not worth a dime and I’m a waste of space and valuable
time .She’s an invisible thread with a needle in her head and how she wanted to embroider her life with art to create embellishment’s of tenderness in various yarns to layer piece by piece and cover every stitch of raw brutal neglect and anticipation of fear creeping every so slowly near with a sickening feeling of her heart beating out of her chest the fight or flight crushing her breath. A back cross stitch of lack of security and...
#sadness
#childhood
#escape
#DomesticViolence
#manipulation
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the lay of the land
The lay of the land
Ramadan is going green; eat cabbage stew before dawn
and leave the cattle feel safe from men with long knives
I think of Israel, a none Muslim state, where the Jews
are demonstrating against the fanatics, who are, at heart
Fascists; the wish is, for them, to extend to lend a hand
to the long-suffering Palestinians.
In Europe, people are tired of the proxy war between
Russia and the USA; they are finally seeing Ukraine for
what it is, a fascist country that, with the help of NATO
Illegally grabbed power; they are...
Ramadan is going green; eat cabbage stew before dawn
and leave the cattle feel safe from men with long knives
I think of Israel, a none Muslim state, where the Jews
are demonstrating against the fanatics, who are, at heart
Fascists; the wish is, for them, to extend to lend a hand
to the long-suffering Palestinians.
In Europe, people are tired of the proxy war between
Russia and the USA; they are finally seeing Ukraine for
what it is, a fascist country that, with the help of NATO
Illegally grabbed power; they are...
#corruption
#murder
#freedom
#DomesticViolence
#deception
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Misery
she listens to songs sung with the sweetness
his voice rarely has
sung of the love they tried to simulate
but never really had
after the fire dies
she tells herself lies
as the hours drag by
into the sunrise
she lays there and cries
a prisoner in a cell behind those eyes
she's thrown so many pennies into the well
it's practically hers to claim
she's wished upon the stars so many times
they practically know her name
after the fire dies
she tells herself lies
this is not my life ...
his voice rarely has
sung of the love they tried to simulate
but never really had
after the fire dies
she tells herself lies
as the hours drag by
into the sunrise
she lays there and cries
a prisoner in a cell behind those eyes
she's thrown so many pennies into the well
it's practically hers to claim
she's wished upon the stars so many times
they practically know her name
after the fire dies
she tells herself lies
this is not my life ...
#abuse
#SelfHarm
#DomesticViolence
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25yrs to life
forgotten memories
can't be written
they hide behind blank pages
& battle weary mornings
I toss them carelessly
into a dusty corner
to grow repressive cobwebs
over graymatter prison cells
you don't get to choose
what or who you remember
they're all condemned
guilty by association
out of body, out of mind
my children's milestones
left behind...
& those were mine
those were mine
can't be written
they hide behind blank pages
& battle weary mornings
I toss them carelessly
into a dusty corner
to grow repressive cobwebs
over graymatter prison cells
you don't get to choose
what or who you remember
they're all condemned
guilty by association
out of body, out of mind
my children's milestones
left behind...
& those were mine
those were mine
#motherhood
#abuse
#PTSD
#healing
#DomesticViolence
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Leave
Please stop doing this to me.
Where there is no place for me to hide and no place to feel safe.
You've made my life unpleasantly scary,
You're an every shadow question what I do.
What you can't hear me?
For what I'm telling you is true.
I don't do them things you're telling me I do.
So what if you don't like what I have to say,
So why do I have to fear you!
Just go your separate way.
I wish you the best,
Leave me to rest.
And as long as you're gone, I will be at the evil one.
So go ahead and tell you're a made up lies.
I...
Where there is no place for me to hide and no place to feel safe.
You've made my life unpleasantly scary,
You're an every shadow question what I do.
What you can't hear me?
For what I'm telling you is true.
I don't do them things you're telling me I do.
So what if you don't like what I have to say,
So why do I have to fear you!
Just go your separate way.
I wish you the best,
Leave me to rest.
And as long as you're gone, I will be at the evil one.
So go ahead and tell you're a made up lies.
I...
#abuse
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped
#DomesticViolence
#fear
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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
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mistaking adrenaline for butterflies
The people in my family are cursed by their own hand
Generational trauma attracting a certain kind of lover
Broken with sad eyes and a story that breaks your heart
Anger living in their fists and haunting their mouths
Using life ruining methods to numb their pain
When your home was never safe for you
You have to distrust those who feel like home
Beautiful damage meeting beautiful damage
Doesn't always make something beautiful
Feeling comfortable in feeling unsafe with them
Mistaking adrenaline for butterflies is dangerous
There's a...
Generational trauma attracting a certain kind of lover
Broken with sad eyes and a story that breaks your heart
Anger living in their fists and haunting their mouths
Using life ruining methods to numb their pain
When your home was never safe for you
You have to distrust those who feel like home
Beautiful damage meeting beautiful damage
Doesn't always make something beautiful
Feeling comfortable in feeling unsafe with them
Mistaking adrenaline for butterflies is dangerous
There's a...
#anger
#anxiety
#conflict
#DomesticViolence
#fear
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morning birds
he asked me
why the door was locked
my love, how I tremble when you go,
the sound of your departure
leaves me quiet & defeated
& my lips have grown accustomed
to the sting.
as the low growl of intention
singes the ears of my angels,
I hold them tightly, I listen.
the morning birds
will tell me when it's safe.
I locked the door my love,
I think it's best that way...
why the door was locked
my love, how I tremble when you go,
the sound of your departure
leaves me quiet & defeated
& my lips have grown accustomed
to the sting.
as the low growl of intention
singes the ears of my angels,
I hold them tightly, I listen.
the morning birds
will tell me when it's safe.
I locked the door my love,
I think it's best that way...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#DomesticViolence
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DU Poetry : Poems about Domestic Violence