Poems about Abuse
#abuse
Poetry about abuse, including verbal, physical and sexual abuse, and poems about coming to terms with an abusive past.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:06pm
Yesterday 7:06pm
The Coming
Yelling cursing, noise level terror
Then he hits her
She cries
Things get quiet, then it starts again
Locked in his room, the boy sits on the floor next to his bed
That's the place he goes when they go at it
Mother & Alien, this man/boyfriend
This thing that watches TV or it's i-phone and drinks long cans of malt liquor in the dark
Sometimes the Alien is there when his mother isn't
The Alien doesn't speak
The Alien drinks, beats mother & watches TV
The boy knows that he's lucky the Alien doesn't beat on him
Other Aliens have...
Then he hits her
She cries
Things get quiet, then it starts again
Locked in his room, the boy sits on the floor next to his bed
That's the place he goes when they go at it
Mother & Alien, this man/boyfriend
This thing that watches TV or it's i-phone and drinks long cans of malt liquor in the dark
Sometimes the Alien is there when his mother isn't
The Alien doesn't speak
The Alien drinks, beats mother & watches TV
The boy knows that he's lucky the Alien doesn't beat on him
Other Aliens have...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#home
#metaphor
#school
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Onyxceila
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:30am
Yesterday 4:30am
Moonchild
All you ever fed me was cruelty and pain,
Starving, I consumed every morsel,
every drop I drank.
Instructed to stay quiet,
Mind my manners and never speak.
Never decline what’s been requested,
And never appear displeased.
Always take what I am gifted
With a smile upon my face.
And the only expressions permitted to be given
Are those of gratitude and thanks.
Every day, with words and fists like blades,
You cut away my meat.
“That frown is gonna cost ya honey,
You have three seconds to show those teeth
Do...
Starving, I consumed every morsel,
every drop I drank.
Instructed to stay quiet,
Mind my manners and never speak.
Never decline what’s been requested,
And never appear displeased.
Always take what I am gifted
With a smile upon my face.
And the only expressions permitted to be given
Are those of gratitude and thanks.
Every day, with words and fists like blades,
You cut away my meat.
“That frown is gonna cost ya honey,
You have three seconds to show those teeth
Do...
#abuse
#bittersweet
#dark
#death
#shame
41 reads
2 Comments
LennyBlue
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
I’m Going To Die of Lung Cancer
Woke up dreams in my head
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctor Dubins table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art high school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Loved girls, but they didnt love me,
Played my music felt lonely. ...
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctor Dubins table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art high school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Loved girls, but they didnt love me,
Played my music felt lonely. ...
#abuse
#cancer
#death
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
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1 Comment
Koulouri
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 00:59am
19th Nov 2024 00:59am
Stuffing and Fabric
My childhood drags on the ground
behind me
like an old stuffed animal,
torm and dirty.
My little hand holds
tightly onto it,
scared of what happens
if I let go.
And yet it pains me,
to know that it is there,
to know that I keep something
well past its time.
So I do not look,
except for blurry glances,
because I need to know
that it's there.
behind me
like an old stuffed animal,
torm and dirty.
My little hand holds
tightly onto it,
scared of what happens
if I let go.
And yet it pains me,
to know that it is there,
to know that I keep something
well past its time.
So I do not look,
except for blurry glances,
because I need to know
that it's there.
#abuse
#childhood
#fear #PersonalGrowth
#fear #PersonalGrowth
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BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 7:58pm
18th Nov 2024 7:58pm
Blue
Those malefactors from the upside
don't want the money
they own the bank
what's there to do
when every sun day ends the same
can't see the sky is blue
they gaze down here
finally, their attention
of an understanding few
who look shocked and amazed
appalled and ashamed
while they break the world in too
don't want the money
they own the bank
what's there to do
when every sun day ends the same
can't see the sky is blue
they gaze down here
finally, their attention
of an understanding few
who look shocked and amazed
appalled and ashamed
while they break the world in too
#abuse
#deception
#frustration
#grief
#manipulation
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scatteredsilence
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 1:03pm
18th Nov 2024 1:03pm
The ways of the lost
In and out of consciousness, they lay…
Spread-eagled upon a bed of scorn
Waiting for you to defy their preconceptions
Holding their breath as you ponder such naive innocence
Cat like eyes narrow in concentration
Your impenetrable focus centres on them
Poised for the kill,
call it love under will
After this night, will they survive still?
They can’t begin to understand how this will feel
Stripping clothes
Hurting them while no one knows
A hand navigates the forbidden
No mercy for you, the unforgiven
Not here...
Spread-eagled upon a bed of scorn
Waiting for you to defy their preconceptions
Holding their breath as you ponder such naive innocence
Cat like eyes narrow in concentration
Your impenetrable focus centres on them
Poised for the kill,
call it love under will
After this night, will they survive still?
They can’t begin to understand how this will feel
Stripping clothes
Hurting them while no one knows
A hand navigates the forbidden
No mercy for you, the unforgiven
Not here...
#abuse
#hell
#morality
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 5:45am
17th Nov 2024 5:45am
Broken Crayons - To My Friend Withers
To my friend Withers ..
The world is a canvas, vast and wide,
And we, like broken crayons, are tossed aside.
With edges cracked, our colours fade,
Yet still, we mark the paths we've made.
Once, we were untouched by sorrow,
Box of crayons, world of endless tomorrows,
Our colours danced across the sky,
Dreams so bright they seemed to fly.
But cruel hands cracked our wax,
Snapping edges, dulling tracks.
Still, we clung to what remained,
Even as our pieces scattered, stained.
Each mark etched deep within our soul, ...
The world is a canvas, vast and wide,
And we, like broken crayons, are tossed aside.
With edges cracked, our colours fade,
Yet still, we mark the paths we've made.
Once, we were untouched by sorrow,
Box of crayons, world of endless tomorrows,
Our colours danced across the sky,
Dreams so bright they seemed to fly.
But cruel hands cracked our wax,
Snapping edges, dulling tracks.
Still, we clung to what remained,
Even as our pieces scattered, stained.
Each mark etched deep within our soul, ...
#abuse
#emotional
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
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missjem56
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 4:11pm
16th Nov 2024 4:11pm
Check The Bishops Mate!
An arch bishop of Canterbury,
did not tell
Of John Smyth, who came from
some place in hell
Who regularly abused
young boys
Yet Justin Welby
made the choice
Of withholding evidence,
which deserves time in jail!
by Jemia
did not tell
Of John Smyth, who came from
some place in hell
Who regularly abused
young boys
Yet Justin Welby
made the choice
Of withholding evidence,
which deserves time in jail!
by Jemia
#abuse
#HumanRights
#morality
#prison
#silence
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 8:41pm
11th Nov 2024 8:41pm
Take Him Down!
He is Satan, hear him roar
Hearing dark voices, too loud to ignore
The naive in pews, who worship air
Weak-minded drones, drowning in despair
Forced abstinence drives spineless blue-ball priests
Alter boy defilers, now it's time to feast
For my tips on how to waste these pricks
Dial me 1-900-666
Pedophile priests who pray on kids
Jesus hates you for what they say you did
The concept is quite simple
Command the flock to procreate
More babies, more Catholics
More money, controlling your fate
Let's...
Hearing dark voices, too loud to ignore
The naive in pews, who worship air
Weak-minded drones, drowning in despair
Forced abstinence drives spineless blue-ball priests
Alter boy defilers, now it's time to feast
For my tips on how to waste these pricks
Dial me 1-900-666
Pedophile priests who pray on kids
Jesus hates you for what they say you did
The concept is quite simple
Command the flock to procreate
More babies, more Catholics
More money, controlling your fate
Let's...
#abuse
#CallToAction
#corruption
#religion
#revenge
51 reads
6 Comments
michaelslove2
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 8:32am
11th Nov 2024 8:32am
She's Hollow
She's Hollow”
Her first thought was then to pull out his left eye
with him screaming and clawing,
with him crying out “Why!!”
Her blank, hollow stare.
The blood beginning to flow.
He chained to a table with nowhere to go.
She then took the right arm amid heavy blood spatter
and then took the left, by now what did it matter?
He lashing and pleading,
“Honey, won't you please stop!!!”
So she took both his feet with a Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
We might ask of her reasons or is she just mad?
Slowly...
Her first thought was then to pull out his left eye
with him screaming and clawing,
with him crying out “Why!!”
Her blank, hollow stare.
The blood beginning to flow.
He chained to a table with nowhere to go.
She then took the right arm amid heavy blood spatter
and then took the left, by now what did it matter?
He lashing and pleading,
“Honey, won't you please stop!!!”
So she took both his feet with a Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
We might ask of her reasons or is she just mad?
Slowly...
#abuse
#dark
#horror
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1 Comment
Ashleysworld
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 5:30am
8th Nov 2024 5:30am
Mother may I?
Mother may I go outside?
It's raining but I'll stay dry,
Mother may I have some dinner,
It's you I despise you're the sinner,
Up against the wall my back is turned,
The love you gave me it only burns,
I can't hide in my closet you'll look there first,
Under my bed is even worse,
You were always a bitch you were always mean,
You left your fingerprints at the crime scene,
Your abuse was emotional and physical too,
Mother I am done with you,
You abused me until I was an adult mother this is all your fault.
It's raining but I'll stay dry,
Mother may I have some dinner,
It's you I despise you're the sinner,
Up against the wall my back is turned,
The love you gave me it only burns,
I can't hide in my closet you'll look there first,
Under my bed is even worse,
You were always a bitch you were always mean,
You left your fingerprints at the crime scene,
Your abuse was emotional and physical too,
Mother I am done with you,
You abused me until I was an adult mother this is all your fault.
#abuse
#depression
#LifeStruggles
77 reads
8 Comments
dead_lluwi
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 6:30pm
6th Nov 2024 6:30pm
wine
#dark
#abuse
#childhood
#depression
#PTSD
38 reads
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