Poems About Domestic Violence Published by Members Recently Online
#DomesticViolence
SLYMBEKQUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
Poem Published
15th Jul 2021 9:26pm
15th Jul 2021 9:26pm
#Femicide
#anger
#betrayal
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#manipulation
737 reads
20 Comments
SLYMBEKQUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
Poem Published
15th Jul 2021 9:26pm
15th Jul 2021 9:26pm
#Femicide
#anger
#betrayal
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#manipulation
737 reads
20 Comments
SLYMBEKQUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
Poem Published
15th Jul 2021 9:26pm
15th Jul 2021 9:26pm
#Femicide
#anger
#betrayal
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#manipulation
737 reads
20 Comments
SLYMBEKQUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
Poem Published
15th Jul 2021 9:26pm
15th Jul 2021 9:26pm
#Femicide
#anger
#betrayal
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#manipulation
737 reads
20 Comments
SLYMBEKQUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
Poem Published
15th Jul 2021 9:26pm
15th Jul 2021 9:26pm
#Femicide
#anger
#betrayal
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#manipulation
737 reads
20 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 4:46am
7th Jun 2024 4:46am
The Pug
Her name was Linda.
She was 48 years old. Most people would tell her that she was still young, that she had so much life left to live.
They didn't realize that, what she couldn't say, was that in so many ways, she had already given up.
She was morbidly obese, and her health was failing. But it wasn't so much that. She was severely mentally ill, and the medication didn't do much to help. A life-long predisposition towards sadness and hopelessness was her fare in life, and it had never changed.
She lived with her beautiful 22 year-old daughter...
She was 48 years old. Most people would tell her that she was still young, that she had so much life left to live.
They didn't realize that, what she couldn't say, was that in so many ways, she had already given up.
She was morbidly obese, and her health was failing. But it wasn't so much that. She was severely mentally ill, and the medication didn't do much to help. A life-long predisposition towards sadness and hopelessness was her fare in life, and it had never changed.
She lived with her beautiful 22 year-old daughter...
#abuse
#dogs
#DomesticViolence #hope
#DomesticViolence #hope
208 reads
8 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 4:46am
7th Jun 2024 4:46am
The Pug
Her name was Linda.
She was 48 years old. Most people would tell her that she was still young, that she had so much life left to live.
They didn't realize that, what she couldn't say, was that in so many ways, she had already given up.
She was morbidly obese, and her health was failing. But it wasn't so much that. She was severely mentally ill, and the medication didn't do much to help. A life-long predisposition towards sadness and hopelessness was her fare in life, and it had never changed.
She lived with her beautiful 22 year-old daughter...
She was 48 years old. Most people would tell her that she was still young, that she had so much life left to live.
They didn't realize that, what she couldn't say, was that in so many ways, she had already given up.
She was morbidly obese, and her health was failing. But it wasn't so much that. She was severely mentally ill, and the medication didn't do much to help. A life-long predisposition towards sadness and hopelessness was her fare in life, and it had never changed.
She lived with her beautiful 22 year-old daughter...
#abuse
#dogs
#DomesticViolence #hope
#DomesticViolence #hope
208 reads
8 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 4:46am
7th Jun 2024 4:46am
The Pug
Her name was Linda.
She was 48 years old. Most people would tell her that she was still young, that she had so much life left to live.
They didn't realize that, what she couldn't say, was that in so many ways, she had already given up.
She was morbidly obese, and her health was failing. But it wasn't so much that. She was severely mentally ill, and the medication didn't do much to help. A life-long predisposition towards sadness and hopelessness was her fare in life, and it had never changed.
She lived with her beautiful 22 year-old daughter...
She was 48 years old. Most people would tell her that she was still young, that she had so much life left to live.
They didn't realize that, what she couldn't say, was that in so many ways, she had already given up.
She was morbidly obese, and her health was failing. But it wasn't so much that. She was severely mentally ill, and the medication didn't do much to help. A life-long predisposition towards sadness and hopelessness was her fare in life, and it had never changed.
She lived with her beautiful 22 year-old daughter...
#abuse
#dogs
#DomesticViolence #hope
#DomesticViolence #hope
208 reads
8 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 4:46am
7th Jun 2024 4:46am
The Pug
Her name was Linda.
She was 48 years old. Most people would tell her that she was still young, that she had so much life left to live.
They didn't realize that, what she couldn't say, was that in so many ways, she had already given up.
She was morbidly obese, and her health was failing. But it wasn't so much that. She was severely mentally ill, and the medication didn't do much to help. A life-long predisposition towards sadness and hopelessness was her fare in life, and it had never changed.
She lived with her beautiful 22 year-old daughter...
She was 48 years old. Most people would tell her that she was still young, that she had so much life left to live.
They didn't realize that, what she couldn't say, was that in so many ways, she had already given up.
She was morbidly obese, and her health was failing. But it wasn't so much that. She was severely mentally ill, and the medication didn't do much to help. A life-long predisposition towards sadness and hopelessness was her fare in life, and it had never changed.
She lived with her beautiful 22 year-old daughter...
#abuse
#dogs
#DomesticViolence #hope
#DomesticViolence #hope
208 reads
8 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
11th Jun 2023 1:37am
11th Jun 2023 1:37am
Women
I
Women are allowed to break oaths
professions sewn from hope
burn bridges to the ground
to make room for what counts
II
The problem with violence
is that it captures attention—
making it effective
When our bodies vibrate into action
we reach for reason
to hypnotize us
into balanced numbness
III
In my domestic violence exhibit
at the local library
one victim had written: ...
Women are allowed to break oaths
professions sewn from hope
burn bridges to the ground
to make room for what counts
II
The problem with violence
is that it captures attention—
making it effective
When our bodies vibrate into action
we reach for reason
to hypnotize us
into balanced numbness
III
In my domestic violence exhibit
at the local library
one victim had written: ...
#women
#relationships
#feminism #DomesticViolence
#feminism #DomesticViolence
538 reads
11 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
11th Jun 2023 1:37am
11th Jun 2023 1:37am
Women
I
Women are allowed to break oaths
professions sewn from hope
burn bridges to the ground
to make room for what counts
II
The problem with violence
is that it captures attention—
making it effective
When our bodies vibrate into action
we reach for reason
to hypnotize us
into balanced numbness
III
In my domestic violence exhibit
at the local library
one victim had written: ...
Women are allowed to break oaths
professions sewn from hope
burn bridges to the ground
to make room for what counts
II
The problem with violence
is that it captures attention—
making it effective
When our bodies vibrate into action
we reach for reason
to hypnotize us
into balanced numbness
III
In my domestic violence exhibit
at the local library
one victim had written: ...
#women
#relationships
#feminism #DomesticViolence
#feminism #DomesticViolence
538 reads
11 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
11th Jun 2023 1:37am
11th Jun 2023 1:37am
Women
I
Women are allowed to break oaths
professions sewn from hope
burn bridges to the ground
to make room for what counts
II
The problem with violence
is that it captures attention—
making it effective
When our bodies vibrate into action
we reach for reason
to hypnotize us
into balanced numbness
III
In my domestic violence exhibit
at the local library
one victim had written: ...
Women are allowed to break oaths
professions sewn from hope
burn bridges to the ground
to make room for what counts
II
The problem with violence
is that it captures attention—
making it effective
When our bodies vibrate into action
we reach for reason
to hypnotize us
into balanced numbness
III
In my domestic violence exhibit
at the local library
one victim had written: ...
#women
#relationships
#feminism #DomesticViolence
#feminism #DomesticViolence
538 reads
11 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Domestic Violence Published by Members Recently Online
