Poems about Abuse
#abuse
Poetry about abuse, including verbal, physical and sexual abuse, and poems about coming to terms with an abusive past.
FallenAngle
Poem Published
27th Oct 2020 2:40am
27th Oct 2020 2:40am
Mother
Tell me what I should do
With all of my broken dreams,
How should I tend to the scars
That healed but never ceased to burn.
Show me how to close my eyes and sleep
Without hearing the cries for mercy,
Teach me to look in the mirror
And not be repulsed by what I see.
Take some of the shame from my shoulders
Atleast the weight you passed to me,
Your sins are not mine to atone for
So tell me why I'm the one paying the price.
Give me back the years you have stolen
I tried and tried to uncover our truth, ...
With all of my broken dreams,
How should I tend to the scars
That healed but never ceased to burn.
Show me how to close my eyes and sleep
Without hearing the cries for mercy,
Teach me to look in the mirror
And not be repulsed by what I see.
Take some of the shame from my shoulders
Atleast the weight you passed to me,
Your sins are not mine to atone for
So tell me why I'm the one paying the price.
Give me back the years you have stolen
I tried and tried to uncover our truth, ...
#mother
#abuse
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#daughter
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2 Comments
Jadedembers
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 1:44am
25th Oct 2020 1:44am
Tumor
...the hidden tumor of an unspeakable passion. " - Vladimir Nobokov
The monster shakes
With need to feed a
Unspeakable passion obscured with secrecy
A vice that is willingly submitted to constantly
The lines defining him as a person
Blurred until they aren't seen anymore
This is when he choose to be a monster
Acquiring thread made of perversion and lies
Forming a charming human facade
Stitching in the lies and trickery
Securing it to rotting revolting skin
Bloated with toxic gas
Obscuring the difference...
The monster shakes
With need to feed a
Unspeakable passion obscured with secrecy
A vice that is willingly submitted to constantly
The lines defining him as a person
Blurred until they aren't seen anymore
This is when he choose to be a monster
Acquiring thread made of perversion and lies
Forming a charming human facade
Stitching in the lies and trickery
Securing it to rotting revolting skin
Bloated with toxic gas
Obscuring the difference...
#abuse
#oppression
#illness
57 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2020 6:52am
23rd Oct 2020 6:52am
Plate Cleaner
We are I, real friends call us me
We are flesh versuses metal, past versuses destiny
Pain, hahaha we exist with that shit wrapped in leather
Every scar so much more than a note, we form the perfect letter
As I told you at a young age I was taught not to cry
Take the verbal and the physical and don't wet your eyes
The mental, now that shit is differentand requires a different approach
To be taken to the brink of death repeatedly and violently coached
That I tripped, i fell off my bike, I also broke three ribs in the dark
I learned to go...
We are flesh versuses metal, past versuses destiny
Pain, hahaha we exist with that shit wrapped in leather
Every scar so much more than a note, we form the perfect letter
As I told you at a young age I was taught not to cry
Take the verbal and the physical and don't wet your eyes
The mental, now that shit is differentand requires a different approach
To be taken to the brink of death repeatedly and violently coached
That I tripped, i fell off my bike, I also broke three ribs in the dark
I learned to go...
#dark
#abuse
#death
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Billy_Snagg
Snaggy
Snaggy
Poem Published
17th Oct 2020 2:00am
17th Oct 2020 2:00am
Your Curse!
I'm missing your abuse already babe.
Never thought I'd say this but I love it when you get angry.
You're so sexy when you're cross because you don't hold back;
I see the real side of you that way, without the fakery!
You are the devil disguised as an angel for sure.
The raw energy you emit, I imagine veins pumping, teeth clenched; irate -
Not second rate.
Your curse won't spare me or anyone close -
Well, we were close once, ish, lol.
Still, you haven't abused me in a while and I'm missing it badly, baby -
So give me more, bitch! I need...
Never thought I'd say this but I love it when you get angry.
You're so sexy when you're cross because you don't hold back;
I see the real side of you that way, without the fakery!
You are the devil disguised as an angel for sure.
The raw energy you emit, I imagine veins pumping, teeth clenched; irate -
Not second rate.
Your curse won't spare me or anyone close -
Well, we were close once, ish, lol.
Still, you haven't abused me in a while and I'm missing it badly, baby -
So give me more, bitch! I need...
#anger
#hate
#abuse
#bullying
#TruthOfLife
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
11th Oct 2020 10:13pm
11th Oct 2020 10:13pm
Tears On A Table
She's a timid little one, she's never met anyone quite like me
There is a gravity between us, but there are issues with security
She's really been through the ringer, things that haven't been worked out
Situations rushed into without the concept of possible doubt
She was a sweetie so quick to give her all
But eventually there comes a time that you're afraid of the next fall
She decided that love was suspect, maybe even not hers to be had
Although she played the role of joy, her heart and mind were sad
Though few in partners it seemed the...
There is a gravity between us, but there are issues with security
She's really been through the ringer, things that haven't been worked out
Situations rushed into without the concept of possible doubt
She was a sweetie so quick to give her all
But eventually there comes a time that you're afraid of the next fall
She decided that love was suspect, maybe even not hers to be had
Although she played the role of joy, her heart and mind were sad
Though few in partners it seemed the...
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
#abuse
#hurt
88 reads
6 Comments
AlisVolatPropriis8
Poem Published
11th Oct 2020 10:38am
11th Oct 2020 10:38am
Krit
His eyes are stuck
On two bird's song,
so that he can lay
An yellow egg.
On two bird's song,
so that he can lay
An yellow egg.
#jealousy
#abuse
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Eerie
Poem Published
9th Oct 2020 8:24pm
9th Oct 2020 8:24pm
Free Calls to God
I've thought a lot about it
over the past twenty years.
Somewhere in the midst
of a wool blanket pulled
out to pasture, and your
muddy socks strewn halfway
to midday, I found the
meaning of my anxiety.
It wasn't so much the dirt
making heliocentric circles
around the glossy brown,
no-wax finish; it was
your disregard for
knowledge and the
pursuit of something that
hung so low you could have
picked it without a ladder.
I spent too many days
wrapped up in words that
never...
over the past twenty years.
Somewhere in the midst
of a wool blanket pulled
out to pasture, and your
muddy socks strewn halfway
to midday, I found the
meaning of my anxiety.
It wasn't so much the dirt
making heliocentric circles
around the glossy brown,
no-wax finish; it was
your disregard for
knowledge and the
pursuit of something that
hung so low you could have
picked it without a ladder.
I spent too many days
wrapped up in words that
never...
#relationships
#conflict
#abuse #God
#abuse #God
138 reads
21 Comments
Fallenangelsweapon
Poem Published
9th Oct 2020 9:31am
9th Oct 2020 9:31am
Escape
For three years you
Held me under your thumb
For three years I have never been so numb.
And because of you, I lost who I was.
I became just a shell, empty on the inside.
You cut off my ties, while feeding me new lies, with each severed thread. What's worse is that I believed you, and let you fill me with dread.
Everything was going your way, how
Happy you must've felt.
If I dared defy you, that smile vanished, and we fought.
Fought until I cried, and your smile returned, knowing you won.
Some days, you wanted to fight just to remind me...
Held me under your thumb
For three years I have never been so numb.
And because of you, I lost who I was.
I became just a shell, empty on the inside.
You cut off my ties, while feeding me new lies, with each severed thread. What's worse is that I believed you, and let you fill me with dread.
Everything was going your way, how
Happy you must've felt.
If I dared defy you, that smile vanished, and we fought.
Fought until I cried, and your smile returned, knowing you won.
Some days, you wanted to fight just to remind me...
#abuse
#freedom
#escape #manipulation
#escape #manipulation
67 reads
3 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
8th Oct 2020 9:41pm
8th Oct 2020 9:41pm
A Fictional (yet Timely) Sampling of Internalized Self Abuse Verbal Abuse Sub'stance Abuse etc
Shit, boy.
What you think yr doin?
You gonna fuck this up just like last time?
Or perhaps you'll fuck it up altogether differently this time.
That would indeed be a change from the last time, now, wouldn't it?
(you fuck'up, you).
" This time. Last time. That time. Anytime.
All the time. Timely. One Atta Time. Time out. Coffee time.
Central Standard time, Trane Time, Daylight Savings Time, Mountain time. Meantime. Maritime. 3/4'time. 4/4'time....
What you think yr doin?
You gonna fuck this up just like last time?
Or perhaps you'll fuck it up altogether differently this time.
That would indeed be a change from the last time, now, wouldn't it?
(you fuck'up, you).
" This time. Last time. That time. Anytime.
All the time. Timely. One Atta Time. Time out. Coffee time.
Central Standard time, Trane Time, Daylight Savings Time, Mountain time. Meantime. Maritime. 3/4'time. 4/4'time....
#abuse
#bullying
#TimeHeals
#choices
#deception
37 reads
2 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
8th Oct 2020 6:45am
8th Oct 2020 6:45am
The Addict’s Daughter
you’d get a good laugh
if you could see
the oxygen cannula
pressing your chapped lips
into cartoonish arcs;
you’d snort your amusement
in that sarcastic way
that kept us tethered
because there was nothing else
I’ve suddenly developed
a peculiar insanity,
that point of no return
where laughter and tears
do shady deals
to earn prime real estate
on my cheeks
full of useless rage,
simmering just beneath my skin -
a boiling pot, its...
if you could see
the oxygen cannula
pressing your chapped lips
into cartoonish arcs;
you’d snort your amusement
in that sarcastic way
that kept us tethered
because there was nothing else
I’ve suddenly developed
a peculiar insanity,
that point of no return
where laughter and tears
do shady deals
to earn prime real estate
on my cheeks
full of useless rage,
simmering just beneath my skin -
a boiling pot, its...
#father
#abuse
#drugs
#addiction
#SelfReflection
81 reads
15 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
6th Oct 2020 5:44am
6th Oct 2020 5:44am
Wood Worn Smooth
roaring, reaching
moon-drenched waves
~I can still hear them~
my salt-tipped lips
crowding each other
in contemplation;
acid washed,
crossed legs
already awkward -
just shy (of) sixteen;
entirely too wise
for my age,
a chiliad of lives
have passed
right through me
or at least
it feels that way
the lifeguard station
abandoned at dusk,
aged baby blue;
wood worn smooth
by proxy
of...
moon-drenched waves
~I can still hear them~
my salt-tipped lips
crowding each other
in contemplation;
acid washed,
crossed legs
already awkward -
just shy (of) sixteen;
entirely too wise
for my age,
a chiliad of lives
have passed
right through me
or at least
it feels that way
the lifeguard station
abandoned at dusk,
aged baby blue;
wood worn smooth
by proxy
of...
#abuse
#beach
#night #SelfDiscovery
#night #SelfDiscovery
47 reads
8 Comments
tbutterfly12
Talitha Rae
Talitha Rae
Poem Published
6th Oct 2020 4:01am
6th Oct 2020 4:01am
This Is My Body
I had learned to hold my breath when times got bad
And I had learned that if I cried, you would get mad
When I was fifteen, and it was someone else’s hands…
I couldn’t scream because you told me not to, Dad
I couldn’t speak because you taught me not to, Dad
You don’t have to worry ‘cause they won’t believe me
They won’t defend me
You’re getting off easy
It’s not a secret, but it’s safe
I’m carrying the weight
If my body belonged to you because you fed me, I would have...
And I had learned that if I cried, you would get mad
When I was fifteen, and it was someone else’s hands…
I couldn’t scream because you told me not to, Dad
I couldn’t speak because you taught me not to, Dad
You don’t have to worry ‘cause they won’t believe me
They won’t defend me
You’re getting off easy
It’s not a secret, but it’s safe
I’m carrying the weight
If my body belonged to you because you fed me, I would have...
#sadness
#hate
#grief
#abuse
#shame
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