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
Today 1:04am
Today 1:04am
The Caboose
She was on her way to the quickie mart
Picking up grape soda and some pop tarts
Would you believe she has no money
Figures, she works for a pimp named Sunny
She takes her earnings and blows it all away
Another Friday night, time to get laid
Two weeks later, Sunny is getting fed up
Time is money, she's taking a piss in a cup
Sick and tired of all the abuse
Her ass is referred to as "The Caboose"
How will she know when the time is right
Keep her in the dark, she's a fugly sight
Hopping on the train, leaving far...
Picking up grape soda and some pop tarts
Would you believe she has no money
Figures, she works for a pimp named Sunny
She takes her earnings and blows it all away
Another Friday night, time to get laid
Two weeks later, Sunny is getting fed up
Time is money, she's taking a piss in a cup
Sick and tired of all the abuse
Her ass is referred to as "The Caboose"
How will she know when the time is right
Keep her in the dark, she's a fugly sight
Hopping on the train, leaving far...
#abuse
#rhyming
#SelfDiscovery
#sex
#ShortStory
16 reads
1 Comment
Her
Bumped Yesterday 2:52pm
29th May 2022 10:10pm
29th May 2022 10:10pm
Friend
You brought me to the place I could heal
You saved my desperation
You told me to cry
You listened
You brought me to the place I could try
You saved my confusion
You told me to talk
You listened
You brought me to the place I could walk
You saved my loneliness
You told me to sing
You listened
You brought me to a place of joy
You saved my intuition
You told me to fly
You listened
You listened
You saved my desperation
You told me to cry
You listened
You brought me to the place I could try
You saved my confusion
You told me to talk
You listened
You brought me to the place I could walk
You saved my loneliness
You told me to sing
You listened
You brought me to a place of joy
You saved my intuition
You told me to fly
You listened
You listened
#hope
#BestFriend
#friendship
#abuse
#inspirational
768 reads
17 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 8:47am
27th Feb 2025 8:47am
fleeting romance
after Joe Bolton
we danced once back in ‘94
before the long waste of my life
you taking pity on me (I felt)
an abstruse friendless teenage boy
we waltzed across the Hounslow road
and out into the lights
and maybe you were trying to forget
what made those bruises on your arms
or trying to stall returning home
to parents you no longer loved
but in any case it is
my one warm thought of childhood
the two of us dancing
as fleeting as it was…
I don’t believe in afterlives
and lonely still...
we danced once back in ‘94
before the long waste of my life
you taking pity on me (I felt)
an abstruse friendless teenage boy
we waltzed across the Hounslow road
and out into the lights
and maybe you were trying to forget
what made those bruises on your arms
or trying to stall returning home
to parents you no longer loved
but in any case it is
my one warm thought of childhood
the two of us dancing
as fleeting as it was…
I don’t believe in afterlives
and lonely still...
#abuse
#despair
#love #memories
#love #memories
61 reads
8 Comments
Ewayne
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 8:08pm
26th Feb 2025 8:08pm
The Girl Who Ran
Small hands, big eyes,
A little Black girl in a world too heavy for her bones.
A world that didn’t feel like hers,
A body that didn’t feel like home.
She moved through life like a shadow,
Silent, unseen,
Scared of the darkness that crept into her room at night,
That smelled like liquor and sweat and evil.
She had no words for what happened to her,
No voice to scream,
Only silence,
Only the sound of her breath disappearing into nothing.
Her mother was always working,
Always gone,
And when she was home,
Her hands were...
A little Black girl in a world too heavy for her bones.
A world that didn’t feel like hers,
A body that didn’t feel like home.
She moved through life like a shadow,
Silent, unseen,
Scared of the darkness that crept into her room at night,
That smelled like liquor and sweat and evil.
She had no words for what happened to her,
No voice to scream,
Only silence,
Only the sound of her breath disappearing into nothing.
Her mother was always working,
Always gone,
And when she was home,
Her hands were...
#abuse
#courage
#fear
#freedom
#spiritual
62 reads
3 Comments
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 5:59pm
24th Feb 2025 5:59pm
I run from gentle hands. II
I run from gentle hands
They pry you open
Examine every secret locked in your bones
They claim it's love, but you feel utterly exposed
I run from gentle hands
They say you'll only feel a pinch
As they slip, and your mouth is stitched
Gentle hands grip me harder than
Hard course hands I find sharp knives in
Gentle hands bind you, claiming you're too wild
These same gentle hands crucified the perfect child
I run from gentle hands
Because gentle hands don't gently understand
They pry you open
Examine every secret locked in your bones
They claim it's love, but you feel utterly exposed
I run from gentle hands
They say you'll only feel a pinch
As they slip, and your mouth is stitched
Gentle hands grip me harder than
Hard course hands I find sharp knives in
Gentle hands bind you, claiming you're too wild
These same gentle hands crucified the perfect child
I run from gentle hands
Because gentle hands don't gently understand
#abuse
#despair
#escape
#lies
#misunderstood
52 reads
1 Comment
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 2:17pm
22nd Feb 2025 2:17pm
treetop drops
as wind whispers
of yesterdays best forgotten
mind recoils
clutching...
at the delicate branches
...of survival
remembrance is a bitch
fingernails down window panes
...the pain...
of lullabies gone awry
& when that bough broke
it was one helluva fall
~~~
~~
~
of yesterdays best forgotten
mind recoils
clutching...
at the delicate branches
...of survival
remembrance is a bitch
fingernails down window panes
...the pain...
of lullabies gone awry
& when that bough broke
it was one helluva fall
~~~
~~
~
#abuse
#childhood
#confessional #memories
#confessional #memories
156 reads
14 Comments
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
54 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
40 reads
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
192 reads
15 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
73 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
70 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
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2 Comments
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