Poems about Abuse
#abuse
Poetry about abuse, including verbal, physical and sexual abuse, and poems about coming to terms with an abusive past.
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 1:48pm
20th Feb 2025 1:48pm
Advent of the Question Mark
Is it not written that everybody is a god?” (St. John 10:34)
You enter the sacred place with feces on your shoes
and flop your fat ass down like some myopic pig
You hold the question mark in your hand, like a scepter
It is your word-smithing weapon of choice
You don’t want to be God, but to be like God
You want the privilege without the responsibility
You feign humility and inflict with your scepter
not looking for answers but subjugation
God has no need of a question mark
nor a scepter, nor obedient subjects ...
You enter the sacred place with feces on your shoes
and flop your fat ass down like some myopic pig
You hold the question mark in your hand, like a scepter
It is your word-smithing weapon of choice
You don’t want to be God, but to be like God
You want the privilege without the responsibility
You feign humility and inflict with your scepter
not looking for answers but subjugation
God has no need of a question mark
nor a scepter, nor obedient subjects ...
#abuse
#dark
#manipulation
30 reads
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missjem56
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 2:42am
20th Feb 2025 2:42am
Wormhole
Empty
silkworm
husks
Floating
upon
silken
seas
Dying
to
clothe
us!
by Jemia
silkworm
husks
Floating
upon
silken
seas
Dying
to
clothe
us!
by Jemia
#abuse
#nature
#oppression #philosophical
#oppression #philosophical
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0 Comments
xinaskirt
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 10:30pm
19th Feb 2025 10:30pm
Torn apart, full moon...Part 1
#abuse
#conflict
#lust
#passion
#moon
120 reads
14 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 11:54am
18th Feb 2025 11:54am
The Violence Continues
She had enough. Many times her father would could home staggering drunk, and force himself onto her. He didn't care. He had no regret when he would sober up. Her mother knew that if she ever said a word she'd be beaten & thrown out into the streets. She cared about her own hide and not her own flesh & blood. She came into this marriage with nothing and will leave the marriage with nothing.
Her daughter is now dependent on drugs. Any drugs to release her from this horror. Pills, heroin, meth, alcohol, anything to get her fucked up and to drown these memories.
...
Her daughter is now dependent on drugs. Any drugs to release her from this horror. Pills, heroin, meth, alcohol, anything to get her fucked up and to drown these memories.
...
#abuse
#anger
#family
#prison
#ShortStory
56 reads
8 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 9:34pm
16th Feb 2025 9:34pm
Scarred
Quiet those destructive feelings
I can tell noone about
But they're burning inside me
And serpentine scars, won't let them out
Trust can be so deceiving
When your angels lose their wings
Hide from the fake tongued liars
Who pretend to be kings and queens
Am I ready to be free
From this misery and deceit
Or will I always be a slave
And run away from what I seek
They know how to kill a smile
Keep me subdued and caged
The calm comes before the storm
When I'm unleashed with all my rage
I...
I can tell noone about
But they're burning inside me
And serpentine scars, won't let them out
Trust can be so deceiving
When your angels lose their wings
Hide from the fake tongued liars
Who pretend to be kings and queens
Am I ready to be free
From this misery and deceit
Or will I always be a slave
And run away from what I seek
They know how to kill a smile
Keep me subdued and caged
The calm comes before the storm
When I'm unleashed with all my rage
I...
#abuse
#anger
#bullying
#fear
#suffering
45 reads
1 Comment
Onyxceila
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 10:49am
16th Feb 2025 10:49am
Lignified Soul
You found me nearly hollowed out.
A bag of bones upon the ground
My soul retreats into my pith
But not before you catch a glimpse
My soul hides within my core
For the light it had, it has no more
Your fingers and eyes begin to comb
Through the mess of flesh
Incaged in bone
You looked me over and sat me up
Then opened up my cranium
Dumped out the mush you found inside
repaired my breaks with linen binds
Then laughed as love
Welled within my eyes
There was no doubt, you were sure
You had siphoned...
A bag of bones upon the ground
My soul retreats into my pith
But not before you catch a glimpse
My soul hides within my core
For the light it had, it has no more
Your fingers and eyes begin to comb
Through the mess of flesh
Incaged in bone
You looked me over and sat me up
Then opened up my cranium
Dumped out the mush you found inside
repaired my breaks with linen binds
Then laughed as love
Welled within my eyes
There was no doubt, you were sure
You had siphoned...
#abuse
#emptiness
#identity #manipulation
#identity #manipulation
30 reads
2 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
Like I Was Never Touched
There are things I don’t say.
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
#abuse
#love
#romantic
#suffering
#childhood
285 reads
58 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 2:12pm
9th Feb 2025 2:12pm
Shell shocked
Napalm dreams
War machine
Atomic mushroom clouds
Hide my view through the jungle
Agent orange chokes
My vision of hell soaks
Into experimental lab rats
While burnt out buildings crumble
H-bomb nightmares
Skin charred bare
In concentration camps
Where gas chambers rumble
Sweat soaked bed
Shell shocked head
Safe at home?
Brings an inaudible mumble
War machine
Atomic mushroom clouds
Hide my view through the jungle
Agent orange chokes
My vision of hell soaks
Into experimental lab rats
While burnt out buildings crumble
H-bomb nightmares
Skin charred bare
In concentration camps
Where gas chambers rumble
Sweat soaked bed
Shell shocked head
Safe at home?
Brings an inaudible mumble
#abuse
#anxiety
#dark
#fear
#war
56 reads
4 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 5:23am
7th Feb 2025 5:23am
Vestige
I trace the place where you used to rest,
fingertips ghosting over absence,
over the quiet unraveling of us.
The walls still hum with your breath,
low and distant, like a song I can’t forget.
I close my eyes,
but the melody lingers.
You were the storm I stood in willingly,
arms outstretched, waiting to drown.
And now, only echoes remain—
a silhouette in the doorway,
a whisper in the dust.
I tell myself I am free of you,
but even in my solitude,
I still speak your name.
fingertips ghosting over absence,
over the quiet unraveling of us.
The walls still hum with your breath,
low and distant, like a song I can’t forget.
I close my eyes,
but the melody lingers.
You were the storm I stood in willingly,
arms outstretched, waiting to drown.
And now, only echoes remain—
a silhouette in the doorway,
a whisper in the dust.
I tell myself I am free of you,
but even in my solitude,
I still speak your name.
#abuse
#addiction
#nightmares
#sadness
#SelfHarm
90 reads
1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 5:22am
7th Feb 2025 5:22am
Sanctuary
You move like a hymn I have forgotten,
half-remembered prayers slipping through my teeth.
There is silence where your name used to be,
a hollow space where devotion once bloomed.
I kneel in the ruin of what we were,
palms open, waiting for rain—
but the sky does not answer,
and neither do you.
Was I a temple you abandoned,
or a ghost you let haunt the walls?
Somewhere, your voice is still echoing,
soft as a tide that never comes back.
I swore I’d leave, I swore I’d burn it all down,
but your shadow is stitched...
half-remembered prayers slipping through my teeth.
There is silence where your name used to be,
a hollow space where devotion once bloomed.
I kneel in the ruin of what we were,
palms open, waiting for rain—
but the sky does not answer,
and neither do you.
Was I a temple you abandoned,
or a ghost you let haunt the walls?
Somewhere, your voice is still echoing,
soft as a tide that never comes back.
I swore I’d leave, I swore I’d burn it all down,
but your shadow is stitched...
#abuse
#dark
#emptiness
#hurt
#loneliness
91 reads
1 Comment
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 1:02pm
6th Feb 2025 1:02pm
Cabin Pressure
Snow settles on the roof top
Snuggled in as more snow drops
The pantry filled as wood was chopped
A hound dreams of shiny boots and riding crops
The chase is on for raccoon or fox
A silent cat watches as it's milk is sop
Lapping away at it's milk as the fire hiss and pop
Watching as the sleeping dog whined giving chase nonstop
As the air is warm and smells of hickory
Dreams are being dreamt part fantasy and part memory
Here and there a nightmare sneaks in with care
Forcing bodies to snuggle closer with a need to suddenly...
Snuggled in as more snow drops
The pantry filled as wood was chopped
A hound dreams of shiny boots and riding crops
The chase is on for raccoon or fox
A silent cat watches as it's milk is sop
Lapping away at it's milk as the fire hiss and pop
Watching as the sleeping dog whined giving chase nonstop
As the air is warm and smells of hickory
Dreams are being dreamt part fantasy and part memory
Here and there a nightmare sneaks in with care
Forcing bodies to snuggle closer with a need to suddenly...
#abuse
#dark
#love
67 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 12:44pm
5th Feb 2025 12:44pm
The misadventures of a lone ranger
A lost man wakes alone,
a relentless mighty knight fighting old soldiers
underneath the broken bridge
of Landscape.
He never thought they could hurt him.
He never foresaw the gang bang coming.
All those men were taking advantage of his body.
Many swords of attack penetrate his back.
He's been able to take them so many times
that I felt the urge to rhyme on it
like my pen is on fire.
#abuse
#humankind
#violence
89 reads
4 Comments
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