Poems about Abuse
#abuse
Poetry about abuse, including verbal, physical and sexual abuse, and poems about coming to terms with an abusive past.
_feral
Poem Published
12th May 2022 10:19pm
12th May 2022 10:19pm
hello machine gun eyes
what
do you see
except for
a neatly
kept beard
or a
clean cut
poster kid
with starlit
pupils,
spelling
handsome
from
puckered
lips?
hello
machine
gun eyes,
is it
body candy
igniting a
pair of
unrealistic eyes,
a set
of jaws
dropping
between a pair
of columns
starving
for a new
fix?
hello
machine
gun eyes,
life is
not new
skin
for a
set of
jagged
teeth ...
do you see
except for
a neatly
kept beard
or a
clean cut
poster kid
with starlit
pupils,
spelling
handsome
from
puckered
lips?
hello
machine
gun eyes,
is it
body candy
igniting a
pair of
unrealistic eyes,
a set
of jaws
dropping
between a pair
of columns
starving
for a new
fix?
hello
machine
gun eyes,
life is
not new
skin
for a
set of
jagged
teeth ...
#abuse
#LGBT
#transgender
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Casted_Runes
Poem Published
12th May 2022 1:07pm
12th May 2022 1:07pm
The Party Favour
That's all she was, I suppose:
A piece of chocolate in a bowl,
handed about as a thanks
for attending the bash.
A piece of chocolate in a bowl,
handed about as a thanks
for attending the bash.
#violence
#abuse
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fieryangelsouljia
M6rr6g6n
M6rr6g6n
Poem Published
12th May 2022 4:50am
12th May 2022 4:50am
"No."
Was I just a product of regret?
pulling myself out the deep,
an ocean of things I think
were punishment for that thing...
That Word
Well, what was the Word?
was it a verb, was it in verse
was it a Word worthy
of your contempt?
Or.. was it a Word
intended to enrage
the likes of men?
Yes, I am so blessed
to know the lessons
you preach with
the back of your hand
oh so blessed
to know my only place
is in the shadows
of your ugly mess
because without the Word
we would...
pulling myself out the deep,
an ocean of things I think
were punishment for that thing...
That Word
Well, what was the Word?
was it a verb, was it in verse
was it a Word worthy
of your contempt?
Or.. was it a Word
intended to enrage
the likes of men?
Yes, I am so blessed
to know the lessons
you preach with
the back of your hand
oh so blessed
to know my only place
is in the shadows
of your ugly mess
because without the Word
we would...
#abuse
#oppression
#HumanRights
#culture
#rebellion
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Casted_Runes
Poem Published
11th May 2022 8:30pm
11th May 2022 8:30pm
Gaslight
You might not remember
what was done by gaslight
but I do.
The figures in the frosted glass
are pressed upon my brain,
no matter how hard you force the lie through.
You might not remember the light in its sconce,
and that’s why
I’ll never love you.
what was done by gaslight
but I do.
The figures in the frosted glass
are pressed upon my brain,
no matter how hard you force the lie through.
You might not remember the light in its sconce,
and that’s why
I’ll never love you.
#abuse
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
11th May 2022 1:12am
11th May 2022 1:12am
Beautifully Broken
She was a painful reminder of my past,but easily representing my future
The deepest scars that I have, yes the ones that needed sutures
Hell there's no denying that she knows what she did
Convince me to disclose the location of a heart that I so carefully hid
Seems someone did to her ass just as she did to me
So she's here again to rebuild herself while making a footstool of me
As I was carefully stroked I never felt the barbs digging in
This time she approached swearing that she only wanted to be friends
We pass a...
The deepest scars that I have, yes the ones that needed sutures
Hell there's no denying that she knows what she did
Convince me to disclose the location of a heart that I so carefully hid
Seems someone did to her ass just as she did to me
So she's here again to rebuild herself while making a footstool of me
As I was carefully stroked I never felt the barbs digging in
This time she approached swearing that she only wanted to be friends
We pass a...
#love
#abuse
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Casted_Runes
Poem Published
10th May 2022 11:22am
10th May 2022 11:22am
Little Cruelties
I used to think a lot
about killing him,
not serious, just fantasy,
to make him see
what it was like
to crawl backwards in sheer terror
as hands outstretched and mask in place
towards you walk with murderous intent.
Or when he held my throat and head
across the bathtub as the water gushed
and all that I could think was “this is it;
he’s finally done, or going to do,
the thing that I deserve, and am.”
I thought of killing him,
with chair and knife and implement extreme.
To switch our bodies, boy to man ...
about killing him,
not serious, just fantasy,
to make him see
what it was like
to crawl backwards in sheer terror
as hands outstretched and mask in place
towards you walk with murderous intent.
Or when he held my throat and head
across the bathtub as the water gushed
and all that I could think was “this is it;
he’s finally done, or going to do,
the thing that I deserve, and am.”
I thought of killing him,
with chair and knife and implement extreme.
To switch our bodies, boy to man ...
#abuse
#bullying
#DomesticViolence #manipulation
#DomesticViolence #manipulation
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jessica_orr
Jessica Orr
Jessica Orr
Poem Published
10th May 2022 4:30am
10th May 2022 4:30am
Fog Warning
i don't live in the present as
it's too still.
I wander the wastes of seas
of ice and fog-horned melody.
I was raised on a foot-and-a-half;
between rich and never wanting-
inside as bad as anywhere I preach;
unwanted touch and pressure as my
head turns and turns and I hate myself.
I don't know what belief can call and save;
I watch and pray still til this moment-
half the battle they say is awareness and
I have plenty and I will survive and sort
this present heart.
it's too still.
I wander the wastes of seas
of ice and fog-horned melody.
I was raised on a foot-and-a-half;
between rich and never wanting-
inside as bad as anywhere I preach;
unwanted touch and pressure as my
head turns and turns and I hate myself.
I don't know what belief can call and save;
I watch and pray still til this moment-
half the battle they say is awareness and
I have plenty and I will survive and sort
this present heart.
#sadness
#abuse
#memories #TimeHeals
#memories #TimeHeals
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Elenore
Poem Published
9th May 2022 2:56am
9th May 2022 2:56am
Change Equals Manifestation
I see your heart trade places with the moon and her eclipse.
I sense the beating of your heart within brilliance of the sun.
Your reflectivity is replaced by an absent dark silence.
There is no fear. There is only sickness, sadness.
The days merge into a monotonous depression.
Clouds cover the sky, chilling rain falls cold onto your neck.
You never seem to get a break.
When will the fulgor return?
Dampness creeps into your bones, your psyche.
Still there is no fear.
No submission, no completion, no contentment.
You wait...
I sense the beating of your heart within brilliance of the sun.
Your reflectivity is replaced by an absent dark silence.
There is no fear. There is only sickness, sadness.
The days merge into a monotonous depression.
Clouds cover the sky, chilling rain falls cold onto your neck.
You never seem to get a break.
When will the fulgor return?
Dampness creeps into your bones, your psyche.
Still there is no fear.
No submission, no completion, no contentment.
You wait...
#abuse
#alcohol
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solbluesol
Poem Published
4th May 2022 1:29pm
4th May 2022 1:29pm
Left to Languish/Lonely, But You’re not Alone, I Too Have
screamed at God been careless with the truth
set my families house afire
hidden in plain sight
harvested plagues/
poison/
perdition
bloodied fists in my chest
been butchered/left to spoil/burned at the stake
carried shame like a baby loved like the locust
wanted to crawl through my skin
...
set my families house afire
hidden in plain sight
harvested plagues/
poison/
perdition
bloodied fists in my chest
been butchered/left to spoil/burned at the stake
carried shame like a baby loved like the locust
wanted to crawl through my skin
...
#childhood
#abuse
#MentalHealth #suffering
#MentalHealth #suffering
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jessica_orr
Jessica Orr
Jessica Orr
Poem Published
4th May 2022 4:29am
4th May 2022 4:29am
thinking creature
i know time is here.
i begged for it to bring
home the barest scratch of
faith,
of reason.
i was a thinking creature until
i met him.
he was inside and i lived.
there was a thin beauty in
adaptions.
it was hurtful
and my head dips from my
lack.
what is the point of building
on false gods; on knowing nothing
and burden?
nothing is ever fruitful in dim;
reading tea leaves and drinking soda
were better.
i begged for it to bring
home the barest scratch of
faith,
of reason.
i was a thinking creature until
i met him.
he was inside and i lived.
there was a thin beauty in
adaptions.
it was hurtful
and my head dips from my
lack.
what is the point of building
on false gods; on knowing nothing
and burden?
nothing is ever fruitful in dim;
reading tea leaves and drinking soda
were better.
#sadness
#abuse
#MentalHealth #SelfWorth
#MentalHealth #SelfWorth
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Casted_Runes
Poem Published
3rd May 2022 12:20pm
3rd May 2022 12:20pm
and so it goes
Tell the world Johnny, tell them that I Johnny Depp am a victim of domestic violence.” - Amber Heard
...and so it goes
that Destruction is always Male,
however it’s born,
however it identifies.
But we might just be learning now
that sometimes it’s a girl.
Becoming Female. A woman of dark
proportions. That on occasion
death doesn’t wear a charcoal tie
and creased trousers. They sometimes wear
lipstick, face-paint, extensions, jewels...
...your mother’s dirty robe,
chasing you at five years old
up through...
...and so it goes
that Destruction is always Male,
however it’s born,
however it identifies.
But we might just be learning now
that sometimes it’s a girl.
Becoming Female. A woman of dark
proportions. That on occasion
death doesn’t wear a charcoal tie
and creased trousers. They sometimes wear
lipstick, face-paint, extensions, jewels...
...your mother’s dirty robe,
chasing you at five years old
up through...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
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