Poems About Abuse Seeking Friendly Advice
#abuse
Shell shocked
Napalm dreams
War machine
Atomic mushroom clouds
Hide my view through the jungle
Agent orange chokes
My vision of hell soaks
Into experimental lab rats
While burnt out buildings crumble
H-bomb nightmares
Skin charred bare
In concentration camps
Where gas chambers rumble
Sweat soaked bed
Shell shocked head
Safe at home?
Brings an inaudible mumble
War machine
Atomic mushroom clouds
Hide my view through the jungle
Agent orange chokes
My vision of hell soaks
Into experimental lab rats
While burnt out buildings crumble
H-bomb nightmares
Skin charred bare
In concentration camps
Where gas chambers rumble
Sweat soaked bed
Shell shocked head
Safe at home?
Brings an inaudible mumble
#abuse
#anxiety
#dark
#fear
#war
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Vestige
I trace the place where you used to rest,
fingertips ghosting over absence,
over the quiet unraveling of us.
The walls still hum with your breath,
low and distant, like a song I can’t forget.
I close my eyes,
but the melody lingers.
You were the storm I stood in willingly,
arms outstretched, waiting to drown.
And now, only echoes remain—
a silhouette in the doorway,
a whisper in the dust.
I tell myself I am free of you,
but even in my solitude,
I still speak your name.
fingertips ghosting over absence,
over the quiet unraveling of us.
The walls still hum with your breath,
low and distant, like a song I can’t forget.
I close my eyes,
but the melody lingers.
You were the storm I stood in willingly,
arms outstretched, waiting to drown.
And now, only echoes remain—
a silhouette in the doorway,
a whisper in the dust.
I tell myself I am free of you,
but even in my solitude,
I still speak your name.
#abuse
#addiction
#nightmares
#sadness
#SelfHarm
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Sanctuary
You move like a hymn I have forgotten,
half-remembered prayers slipping through my teeth.
There is silence where your name used to be,
a hollow space where devotion once bloomed.
I kneel in the ruin of what we were,
palms open, waiting for rain—
but the sky does not answer,
and neither do you.
Was I a temple you abandoned,
or a ghost you let haunt the walls?
Somewhere, your voice is still echoing,
soft as a tide that never comes back.
I swore I’d leave, I swore I’d burn it all down,
but your shadow is stitched...
half-remembered prayers slipping through my teeth.
There is silence where your name used to be,
a hollow space where devotion once bloomed.
I kneel in the ruin of what we were,
palms open, waiting for rain—
but the sky does not answer,
and neither do you.
Was I a temple you abandoned,
or a ghost you let haunt the walls?
Somewhere, your voice is still echoing,
soft as a tide that never comes back.
I swore I’d leave, I swore I’d burn it all down,
but your shadow is stitched...
#abuse
#dark
#emptiness
#hurt
#loneliness
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Cabin Pressure
Snow settles on the roof top
Snuggled in as more snow drops
The pantry filled as wood was chopped
A hound dreams of shiny boots and riding crops
The chase is on for raccoon or fox
A silent cat watches as it's milk is sop
Lapping away at it's milk as the fire hiss and pop
Watching as the sleeping dog whined giving chase nonstop
As the air is warm and smells of hickory
Dreams are being dreamt part fantasy and part memory
Here and there a nightmare sneaks in with care
Forcing bodies to snuggle closer with a need to suddenly...
Snuggled in as more snow drops
The pantry filled as wood was chopped
A hound dreams of shiny boots and riding crops
The chase is on for raccoon or fox
A silent cat watches as it's milk is sop
Lapping away at it's milk as the fire hiss and pop
Watching as the sleeping dog whined giving chase nonstop
As the air is warm and smells of hickory
Dreams are being dreamt part fantasy and part memory
Here and there a nightmare sneaks in with care
Forcing bodies to snuggle closer with a need to suddenly...
#abuse
#dark
#love
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750 Pounds of Dirt
These poems
About you
They’re a face in the crowd
Thoughts I allowed
Though you’re dead now
And somehow I live on.
Every poem about you
Ends in dissolution
Revelation
Devastation
And yet I stayed
Until they sealed
Your sea blue eyes
Into a wooden coffin
You looking like a plastic puppet
Just a mask of makeup and lip tint.
And now you lay
Half decayed
Half flesh, but rotting
(that image destroys me)
You’re still a heartbeat
Inside me
Though the bruises have...
About you
They’re a face in the crowd
Thoughts I allowed
Though you’re dead now
And somehow I live on.
Every poem about you
Ends in dissolution
Revelation
Devastation
And yet I stayed
Until they sealed
Your sea blue eyes
Into a wooden coffin
You looking like a plastic puppet
Just a mask of makeup and lip tint.
And now you lay
Half decayed
Half flesh, but rotting
(that image destroys me)
You’re still a heartbeat
Inside me
Though the bruises have...
#abuse
#death
#forgiveness
#graveyard
#heartbroken
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I can't tell you it's love
You call me
looking for answers
but wanting reassurances
that your heart beats the right way
and that your boyfriend
isn't a manipulative
semi-violent fucktard
unable to manage his insecurities
I tell you our childhoods
make us colourblind
and that for all the good green days
the red shine brighter
than your eyes (and heart)
can see
I would tell you
you're codependent
but you already know that
and it would make me a hypocrite
There are too many reasons
we stay when...
looking for answers
but wanting reassurances
that your heart beats the right way
and that your boyfriend
isn't a manipulative
semi-violent fucktard
unable to manage his insecurities
I tell you our childhoods
make us colourblind
and that for all the good green days
the red shine brighter
than your eyes (and heart)
can see
I would tell you
you're codependent
but you already know that
and it would make me a hypocrite
There are too many reasons
we stay when...
#abuse
#BestFriend
#DomesticViolence #support
#DomesticViolence #support
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Programmed
I'm as sure as big women barefooted or wearing footies
As cutoff jeans in trailer parks and hoods with hoodies
As Ken and Karen leaving home prepared to attack
Yes as blacks in this country having a bullseye on their back
There are kids in this world that have heard words unslurred
No difference psychologically than when crack or meth purred
Can the words be retrieved, fucking needle withdrawn to before the arm bleeds
A father of my father, mother of my mother, may have planted the seeds
Innocence met with violence is the way humanity is...
As cutoff jeans in trailer parks and hoods with hoodies
As Ken and Karen leaving home prepared to attack
Yes as blacks in this country having a bullseye on their back
There are kids in this world that have heard words unslurred
No difference psychologically than when crack or meth purred
Can the words be retrieved, fucking needle withdrawn to before the arm bleeds
A father of my father, mother of my mother, may have planted the seeds
Innocence met with violence is the way humanity is...
#abuse
#drugs
#humankind
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Finality
Much Chaos!
No ethos.
Wanting asylum!
Wanting phylum.
A language, languishing, seemingly marring the meaning.
Stillness, on the edge, of a sphere spinning, dangerously careening!
Such vastness!
The fastness!....
Of on coming stresses....
Sleep interrupts the anguish, but it yet progresses.
Time never waits.
But it's the long, longing that grates.
Where is finality, dare I ask?
Or is greater the sanctions, of an undone task?
Does mercy ripple in a cerise lake's reflection?
Or has every body, been drained of...
No ethos.
Wanting asylum!
Wanting phylum.
A language, languishing, seemingly marring the meaning.
Stillness, on the edge, of a sphere spinning, dangerously careening!
Such vastness!
The fastness!....
Of on coming stresses....
Sleep interrupts the anguish, but it yet progresses.
Time never waits.
But it's the long, longing that grates.
Where is finality, dare I ask?
Or is greater the sanctions, of an undone task?
Does mercy ripple in a cerise lake's reflection?
Or has every body, been drained of...
#abuse
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#hurt
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A Fistful Of Silence
huge fist
rapidly
thumping
mouth
tightly
gagged
no voice
words lost
in throat
scrambling
about in
forced silence
struggling
within their
noose
hood holds
the darkness
perfectly
conspiracy
paranoia
anxiety
growth
of a
demon
sniggering
beast knows
my weakness
pushes me
towards
that known edge
rapidly
thumping
mouth
tightly
gagged
no voice
words lost
in throat
scrambling
about in
forced silence
struggling
within their
noose
hood holds
the darkness
perfectly
conspiracy
paranoia
anxiety
growth
of a
demon
sniggering
beast knows
my weakness
pushes me
towards
that known edge
#abuse
#anxiety
#bullying #fear
#bullying #fear
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Down the Rabbit Hole Of My Trauma And Nightmares
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#abuse
#nightmares
#suffering #PTSD
#suffering #PTSD
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This poem is called If I cry alone
If I cry alone,
am I like the tree
falling in the forest?
the one that
if there's no-one to hear it
then does it make a sound?
Does pain have a voice?
Or a shape,
Or a form?
And if it does,
Is it the shape
Of a tear drop?
And if a tear drops
Where does it go?
Does it still exist?
And if pain has a voice
Is it a sob,
a cry in the dark?
And if I cry alone,
Then no-one will hear it,
And if no-one hears it
...
am I like the tree
falling in the forest?
the one that
if there's no-one to hear it
then does it make a sound?
Does pain have a voice?
Or a shape,
Or a form?
And if it does,
Is it the shape
Of a tear drop?
And if a tear drops
Where does it go?
Does it still exist?
And if pain has a voice
Is it a sob,
a cry in the dark?
And if I cry alone,
Then no-one will hear it,
And if no-one hears it
...
#abuse
#emotional
#hurt
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The Iron Fist Of Absolute Control
be quiet
not a word
don’t dare
raise your voice
this is our
domain
we rule this
our way
you don’t
have a say
it don’t matter
if your right
i have the power
to put you down
my foot
has more weight
to stamp you
down hard
just know
your place
i’m watching you
every minute
waiting for
your mistakes
remember i’m perfect
your not
i only hear you
when I need too
your mine to control
feel as small
as you...
not a word
don’t dare
raise your voice
this is our
domain
we rule this
our way
you don’t
have a say
it don’t matter
if your right
i have the power
to put you down
my foot
has more weight
to stamp you
down hard
just know
your place
i’m watching you
every minute
waiting for
your mistakes
remember i’m perfect
your not
i only hear you
when I need too
your mine to control
feel as small
as you...
#abuse
#deception
#manipulation #MentalHealth
#manipulation #MentalHealth
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