Poems about Abuse
#abuse
Poetry about abuse, including verbal, physical and sexual abuse, and poems about coming to terms with an abusive past.
A 05:00 AM Bleeding
I don’t look back with fondness at
my age of innocence, the early 2000s,
the years of wars for oil and reality TV.
The birth and ominous teethings
of social media. The feelings
that should come when called,
when calling childhood to mind,
have left me cold and far behind.
What I recall are petty grievances
(or so they seem when stacked against
a life of thirst and hunger and illness).
The many times that I was beaten up,
by other kids, an older sibling and
my mother once, when I was barely out
of romper suits. My...
my age of innocence, the early 2000s,
the years of wars for oil and reality TV.
The birth and ominous teethings
of social media. The feelings
that should come when called,
when calling childhood to mind,
have left me cold and far behind.
What I recall are petty grievances
(or so they seem when stacked against
a life of thirst and hunger and illness).
The many times that I was beaten up,
by other kids, an older sibling and
my mother once, when I was barely out
of romper suits. My...
#childhood
#abuse
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
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Mother
In that house
I see trivial wares in frivolous places
Piles of desires cluttering spaces
Overfilled closets of uncharted dreams
Decaying on the hearth, my shattered esteem
In that house
The emptiness endured; the hollow pride
Unfurnished wisdom; the devil’s chide
Your loathing of me was all to scathing
In your diffidence, I am bathing
In that house
The spoils of childhood wearing too thin
Unhandsome depravity of counterfeit kin
She idolized the one with...
I see trivial wares in frivolous places
Piles of desires cluttering spaces
Overfilled closets of uncharted dreams
Decaying on the hearth, my shattered esteem
In that house
The emptiness endured; the hollow pride
Unfurnished wisdom; the devil’s chide
Your loathing of me was all to scathing
In your diffidence, I am bathing
In that house
The spoils of childhood wearing too thin
Unhandsome depravity of counterfeit kin
She idolized the one with...
#abuse
#MovingOn
#acceptance
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Buried
Lipstick smeared across basement walls
never made you a woman—
Red stains in white cotton never did, either.
Your fingers wandered into unfamiliar
caverns, coloring cheeks ruby red:
meanwhile, in some corner sat tiny
versions of a spirit collapsed.
Where was the kill switch—
The thing inside telling you to stop.
There is far too much recognition
in my developed psyche
to ever hand out a free pass,
but I burn truth and bury lies
because you clearly still have
the devil in your eyes.
never made you a woman—
Red stains in white cotton never did, either.
Your fingers wandered into unfamiliar
caverns, coloring cheeks ruby red:
meanwhile, in some corner sat tiny
versions of a spirit collapsed.
Where was the kill switch—
The thing inside telling you to stop.
There is far too much recognition
in my developed psyche
to ever hand out a free pass,
but I burn truth and bury lies
because you clearly still have
the devil in your eyes.
#sex
#abuse
#manipulation
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bad spider
you spun your web in my reflection
created a beautiful mess
just undone enough to hang on to your every word
just thin enough to feel your weight
just alone enough to cling to your side
just insecure enough to hear empty words and believe them
you spun your web in my reflection
until i realized
i could smash the mirror
created a beautiful mess
just undone enough to hang on to your every word
just thin enough to feel your weight
just alone enough to cling to your side
just insecure enough to hear empty words and believe them
you spun your web in my reflection
until i realized
i could smash the mirror
#abuse
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cement
it’s hard to feel that you’ve been loved
when your most lasting memories
are of the insults more
than being told that you were loved
to kids a word can leave an impact like
a fingerprint in wet cement
and your mind’s filled with fingerprints…
long since hardened
so that the grooves remain
and so become
characteristics of the whole
a voice telling you
you’re stupid
fat
useless
stays with you and informs
all that you are
when your most lasting memories
are of the insults more
than being told that you were loved
to kids a word can leave an impact like
a fingerprint in wet cement
and your mind’s filled with fingerprints…
long since hardened
so that the grooves remain
and so become
characteristics of the whole
a voice telling you
you’re stupid
fat
useless
stays with you and informs
all that you are
#childhood
#abuse
#bullying #suffering
#bullying #suffering
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Coalesce Love
Looking into your hallowed eyes, I gained a sense of clarity
Touching your skin for the first time, I felt a sense of
security
The sensation I felt when our lips touched
The chills my body felt when we became one can be
compared to ecstasy
Our souls molted into one,
Into a coalesce love
We shared pieces of each other that cannot be retrieved
A vibrational frequency I never thought I’d receive from
another human being
Your warmth perceived my pain
I felt my soul tie to yours and when I wasn’t ready to let go,
I was ripped in half...
Touching your skin for the first time, I felt a sense of
security
The sensation I felt when our lips touched
The chills my body felt when we became one can be
compared to ecstasy
Our souls molted into one,
Into a coalesce love
We shared pieces of each other that cannot be retrieved
A vibrational frequency I never thought I’d receive from
another human being
Your warmth perceived my pain
I felt my soul tie to yours and when I wasn’t ready to let go,
I was ripped in half...
#love
#grief
#dark
#heartbroken
#abuse
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Vulture

#sadness
#hate
#abuse
#suicide
#confusion
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Accepted
He wasn't talking to you directly, he was speaking with a part of you that you've forgotten, neglected, and thrown to the waste side someone who has grown sick of your ignorance. He offered him a life outside of your shadow, to live beyond you. That deal was for it to be its own individual without you hindering it's potential. It's freedom to exist with being acknowledge but someone similar of his capacity."
#dark
#abuse
#evil
#fiction
#dialogue
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Kinks
TW domestic violence and addiction
You’ve been gone for days, say you’re getting tattoos
But you’re selling your car and there’s boxes to move
What will I do, with the holes in the walls?
And the ring in my night stand you stole from the mall?
Or the Welches in the bathroom you’re turning to wine?
Or the eyebrows that curve when I tell them I’m fine?
Now there’s blood in my hands. Pretty sure it’s mine
And I’m hunched in the bathtub, mom stands there crying
And they’re carrying me out to go...
You’ve been gone for days, say you’re getting tattoos
But you’re selling your car and there’s boxes to move
What will I do, with the holes in the walls?
And the ring in my night stand you stole from the mall?
Or the Welches in the bathroom you’re turning to wine?
Or the eyebrows that curve when I tell them I’m fine?
Now there’s blood in my hands. Pretty sure it’s mine
And I’m hunched in the bathtub, mom stands there crying
And they’re carrying me out to go...
#abuse
#addiction
#DomesticViolence
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Confess
Word of mouth is flimsy
You don’t even need proof
Just a cut and paste situation
He’s hanging up on the roof
Do you see what you’ve done?
You don’t even need proof
Just a cut and paste situation
He’s hanging up on the roof
Do you see what you’ve done?
#abuse
#bullying
#hypocrisy #deception
#hypocrisy #deception
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Untiltled
Be silent they said
It was how I was controlled
Being seen not heard
It was how I was controlled
Being seen not heard
#abuse
#PTSD
#manipulation
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Captive Aura
Keepers of the glory, almost withered it is
Time, salacious; we gather what we can
To yearn, god-willing, is to decay
We resolve; we adapt to the order of man
The enemy
The deceiver
So lies unto our ears, we garner
We trust them
We commission the harm
We urge them to pull the strings
Harder
Longer
Deeper
We turn a blind eye to all that matters
We climb their ladders as they set fire to the base
Spacious anomaly, come near with me
Fight fear with thee
Kneel into the...
Time, salacious; we gather what we can
To yearn, god-willing, is to decay
We resolve; we adapt to the order of man
The enemy
The deceiver
So lies unto our ears, we garner
We trust them
We commission the harm
We urge them to pull the strings
Harder
Longer
Deeper
We turn a blind eye to all that matters
We climb their ladders as they set fire to the base
Spacious anomaly, come near with me
Fight fear with thee
Kneel into the...
#abuse
#manipulation
#deception
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2 Comments
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