Poems About Domestic Violence Published by Members Recently Online
#DomesticViolence
wallyroo92
Poem Published
21st May 2022 8:13pm
21st May 2022 8:13pm
Crocodile Tears
I can’t buy all the lies she tries to rise and amplifies
As she cries with dry eyes in some kind of disguise
Ms. Heard twists words and turds then just justifies
But on the inside you can see she feels cold as ice
We’ve all seen some bad acting but this is distracting
A lot the things she says simply don’t make sense
But an abuser will turn around and be the accuser
Gathering everyone to come to their defense
What she doesn’t understand as she takes the stand
Is that her body language tells a different story
While trying to act...
As she cries with dry eyes in some kind of disguise
Ms. Heard twists words and turds then just justifies
But on the inside you can see she feels cold as ice
We’ve all seen some bad acting but this is distracting
A lot the things she says simply don’t make sense
But an abuser will turn around and be the accuser
Gathering everyone to come to their defense
What she doesn’t understand as she takes the stand
Is that her body language tells a different story
While trying to act...
#abuse
#bullying
#DomesticViolence
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
21st May 2022 8:13pm
21st May 2022 8:13pm
Crocodile Tears
I can’t buy all the lies she tries to rise and amplifies
As she cries with dry eyes in some kind of disguise
Ms. Heard twists words and turds then just justifies
But on the inside you can see she feels cold as ice
We’ve all seen some bad acting but this is distracting
A lot the things she says simply don’t make sense
But an abuser will turn around and be the accuser
Gathering everyone to come to their defense
What she doesn’t understand as she takes the stand
Is that her body language tells a different story
While trying to act...
As she cries with dry eyes in some kind of disguise
Ms. Heard twists words and turds then just justifies
But on the inside you can see she feels cold as ice
We’ve all seen some bad acting but this is distracting
A lot the things she says simply don’t make sense
But an abuser will turn around and be the accuser
Gathering everyone to come to their defense
What she doesn’t understand as she takes the stand
Is that her body language tells a different story
While trying to act...
#abuse
#bullying
#DomesticViolence
563 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
21st May 2022 8:13pm
21st May 2022 8:13pm
Crocodile Tears
I can’t buy all the lies she tries to rise and amplifies
As she cries with dry eyes in some kind of disguise
Ms. Heard twists words and turds then just justifies
But on the inside you can see she feels cold as ice
We’ve all seen some bad acting but this is distracting
A lot the things she says simply don’t make sense
But an abuser will turn around and be the accuser
Gathering everyone to come to their defense
What she doesn’t understand as she takes the stand
Is that her body language tells a different story
While trying to act...
As she cries with dry eyes in some kind of disguise
Ms. Heard twists words and turds then just justifies
But on the inside you can see she feels cold as ice
We’ve all seen some bad acting but this is distracting
A lot the things she says simply don’t make sense
But an abuser will turn around and be the accuser
Gathering everyone to come to their defense
What she doesn’t understand as she takes the stand
Is that her body language tells a different story
While trying to act...
#abuse
#bullying
#DomesticViolence
563 reads
0 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
274 reads
20 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
274 reads
20 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
274 reads
20 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2022 6:31am
3rd Feb 2022 6:31am
the power of NO
destroy the silence
cycles of violence ~ are
broken with one word
cycles of violence ~ are
broken with one word
#abuse
#PowerOfWords
#DomesticViolence
905 reads
5 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2022 6:31am
3rd Feb 2022 6:31am
the power of NO
destroy the silence
cycles of violence ~ are
broken with one word
cycles of violence ~ are
broken with one word
#abuse
#PowerOfWords
#DomesticViolence
905 reads
5 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2022 6:31am
3rd Feb 2022 6:31am
the power of NO
destroy the silence
cycles of violence ~ are
broken with one word
cycles of violence ~ are
broken with one word
#abuse
#PowerOfWords
#DomesticViolence
905 reads
5 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
20th Jun 2022 5:05pm
20th Jun 2022 5:05pm
Fear of The Wry Grin
high pitch
scrape cuts the air
pierces the barrier between us
silence
knife squeaks again
on a plate of porcelain
flinch reaction one eye scrunched
as if it can block the sound
that emanantes from each squeak
deviled sausage and mash
he cuts his potatoes so we know
who is the only one allowed to make noise
can't stomach the stuff
he waits for a penalty infringement
in the laws laid down no yellow cards
in this game
they're all red
read out like riot acts
can't let his...
scrape cuts the air
pierces the barrier between us
silence
knife squeaks again
on a plate of porcelain
flinch reaction one eye scrunched
as if it can block the sound
that emanantes from each squeak
deviled sausage and mash
he cuts his potatoes so we know
who is the only one allowed to make noise
can't stomach the stuff
he waits for a penalty infringement
in the laws laid down no yellow cards
in this game
they're all red
read out like riot acts
can't let his...
#DomesticViolence
145 reads
4 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
31st Oct 2020 5:07am
31st Oct 2020 5:07am
Father and Son
father and son
locked
in vicious cycles
the sins of the elder
become the legacy
of rapt eyes
and keen ears
anger transferred
by proximity
to the eager child
my eyes burn
every time the boy
(now a man)
takes that familiar
stance
he knows it’s meant
to intimidate
voices rising,
reaching fevered pitch
as one lists for the other
both their transgressions
my throat aches
for the son,
setting his boundaries
in stone
standing ...
locked
in vicious cycles
the sins of the elder
become the legacy
of rapt eyes
and keen ears
anger transferred
by proximity
to the eager child
my eyes burn
every time the boy
(now a man)
takes that familiar
stance
he knows it’s meant
to intimidate
voices rising,
reaching fevered pitch
as one lists for the other
both their transgressions
my throat aches
for the son,
setting his boundaries
in stone
standing ...
#father
#abuse
#son #DomesticViolence
#son #DomesticViolence
304 reads
14 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
31st Oct 2020 5:07am
31st Oct 2020 5:07am
Father and Son
father and son
locked
in vicious cycles
the sins of the elder
become the legacy
of rapt eyes
and keen ears
anger transferred
by proximity
to the eager child
my eyes burn
every time the boy
(now a man)
takes that familiar
stance
he knows it’s meant
to intimidate
voices rising,
reaching fevered pitch
as one lists for the other
both their transgressions
my throat aches
for the son,
setting his boundaries
in stone
standing ...
locked
in vicious cycles
the sins of the elder
become the legacy
of rapt eyes
and keen ears
anger transferred
by proximity
to the eager child
my eyes burn
every time the boy
(now a man)
takes that familiar
stance
he knows it’s meant
to intimidate
voices rising,
reaching fevered pitch
as one lists for the other
both their transgressions
my throat aches
for the son,
setting his boundaries
in stone
standing ...
#father
#abuse
#son #DomesticViolence
#son #DomesticViolence
304 reads
14 Comments
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