Poems About Abuse Seeking Honest Critique
#abuse
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
Today 4:55am
Today 4:55am
Something that's not talking about
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ For what I want to talk about is the affect of abuse. 😞 For it is very necessary to be able to share, your thoughts and insight and spiritual subconsciousness. For sure we never know what someone else is going through in there own personal life. For sure abuse in any way can be done in so many ways on so many levels.
YET the worst kind of abuse is mentally and emotionally and physically as it drains, from a person living with the disease of pain and depression and suffering and low self esteem. 😞 By the...
YET the worst kind of abuse is mentally and emotionally and physically as it drains, from a person living with the disease of pain and depression and suffering and low self esteem. 😞 By the...
#abuse
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeStruggles
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:30am
Yesterday 11:30am
Flying High
She has a problem
She worships drugs
She has a boyfriend who is a dealer & user
She just recently gave birth to a baby girl
They live in this crack house that you wouldn't send your worst enemy to live in
Filth, roaches, fleas, violence, and death are in the air daily
They had no food or clean water
Always had money though for the hard stuff
Her baby was suffering with medical issues
She couldn't take care of herself, how was she caring for a newborn
One drug induced night, she believed she was the messiah and her boyfriend was a demon in...
She worships drugs
She has a boyfriend who is a dealer & user
She just recently gave birth to a baby girl
They live in this crack house that you wouldn't send your worst enemy to live in
Filth, roaches, fleas, violence, and death are in the air daily
They had no food or clean water
Always had money though for the hard stuff
Her baby was suffering with medical issues
She couldn't take care of herself, how was she caring for a newborn
One drug induced night, she believed she was the messiah and her boyfriend was a demon in...
#abuse
#addiction
#birth
#death
#drugs
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6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:17am
Yesterday 11:17am
Violence and Sex
She hated violence and sex
She believed to much of it was ruining our youth
She made sure her two sons aged 11 & 14 weren't exposed to this smut anywhere in life
She has a drinking problem
Often, she would monitor their phones, their friends, their music and tv
They went to church every Sunday
They carried & read the good book everywhere they went
Their father left them when they were very young
They were altar boys at their church
One night their mother drove to the church to pick up her children
She was obliterated
Her outfit...
She believed to much of it was ruining our youth
She made sure her two sons aged 11 & 14 weren't exposed to this smut anywhere in life
She has a drinking problem
Often, she would monitor their phones, their friends, their music and tv
They went to church every Sunday
They carried & read the good book everywhere they went
Their father left them when they were very young
They were altar boys at their church
One night their mother drove to the church to pick up her children
She was obliterated
Her outfit...
#abuse
#alcohol
#children
#sex
#violence
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2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 7:06pm
20th Nov 2024 7:06pm
The Coming
Yelling cursing, noise level terror
Then he hits her
She cries
Things get quiet, then it starts again
Locked in his room, the boy sits on the floor next to his bed
That's the place he goes when they go at it
Mother & Alien, this man/boyfriend
This thing that watches TV or it's i-phone and drinks long cans of malt liquor in the dark
Sometimes the Alien is there when his mother isn't
The Alien doesn't speak
The Alien drinks, beats mother & watches TV
The boy knows that he's lucky the Alien doesn't beat on him
Other Aliens have...
Then he hits her
She cries
Things get quiet, then it starts again
Locked in his room, the boy sits on the floor next to his bed
That's the place he goes when they go at it
Mother & Alien, this man/boyfriend
This thing that watches TV or it's i-phone and drinks long cans of malt liquor in the dark
Sometimes the Alien is there when his mother isn't
The Alien doesn't speak
The Alien drinks, beats mother & watches TV
The boy knows that he's lucky the Alien doesn't beat on him
Other Aliens have...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#home
#metaphor
#school
32 reads
2 Comments
Onyxceila
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 4:30am
20th Nov 2024 4:30am
Moonchild
All you ever fed me was cruelty and pain,
Starving, I consumed every morsel,
every drop I drank.
Instructed to stay quiet,
Mind my manners and never speak.
Never decline what’s been requested,
And never appear displeased.
Always take what I am gifted
With a smile upon my face.
And the only expressions permitted to be given
Are those of gratitude and thanks.
Every day, with words and fists like blades,
You cut away my meat.
“That frown is gonna cost ya honey,
You have three seconds to show those teeth
Do...
Starving, I consumed every morsel,
every drop I drank.
Instructed to stay quiet,
Mind my manners and never speak.
Never decline what’s been requested,
And never appear displeased.
Always take what I am gifted
With a smile upon my face.
And the only expressions permitted to be given
Are those of gratitude and thanks.
Every day, with words and fists like blades,
You cut away my meat.
“That frown is gonna cost ya honey,
You have three seconds to show those teeth
Do...
#abuse
#bittersweet
#dark
#death
#shame
54 reads
2 Comments
LennyBlue
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
I’m Going To Die of Lung Cancer
Woke up dreams in my head
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctor Dubins table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art high school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Loved girls, but they didnt love me,
Played my music felt lonely. ...
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctor Dubins table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art high school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Loved girls, but they didnt love me,
Played my music felt lonely. ...
#abuse
#cancer
#death
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
44 reads
2 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 00:59am
19th Nov 2024 00:59am
Stuffing and Fabric
My childhood drags on the ground
behind me
like an old stuffed animal,
torm and dirty.
My little hand holds
tightly onto it,
scared of what happens
if I let go.
And yet it pains me,
to know that it is there,
to know that I keep something
well past its time.
So I do not look,
except for blurry glances,
because I need to know
that it's there.
behind me
like an old stuffed animal,
torm and dirty.
My little hand holds
tightly onto it,
scared of what happens
if I let go.
And yet it pains me,
to know that it is there,
to know that I keep something
well past its time.
So I do not look,
except for blurry glances,
because I need to know
that it's there.
#abuse
#childhood
#fear #PersonalGrowth
#fear #PersonalGrowth
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1 Comment
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 7:58pm
18th Nov 2024 7:58pm
Blue
Those malefactors from the upside
don't want the money
they own the bank
what's there to do
when every sun day ends the same
can't see the sky is blue
they gaze down here
finally, their attention
of an understanding few
who look shocked and amazed
appalled and ashamed
while they break the world in too
don't want the money
they own the bank
what's there to do
when every sun day ends the same
can't see the sky is blue
they gaze down here
finally, their attention
of an understanding few
who look shocked and amazed
appalled and ashamed
while they break the world in too
#abuse
#deception
#frustration
#grief
#manipulation
47 reads
7 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 5:45am
17th Nov 2024 5:45am
Broken Crayons - To My Friend Withers
To my friend Withers ..
The world is a canvas, vast and wide,
And we, like broken crayons, are tossed aside.
With edges cracked, our colours fade,
Yet still, we mark the paths we've made.
Once, we were untouched by sorrow,
Box of crayons, world of endless tomorrows,
Our colours danced across the sky,
Dreams so bright they seemed to fly.
But cruel hands cracked our wax,
Snapping edges, dulling tracks.
Still, we clung to what remained,
Even as our pieces scattered, stained.
Each mark etched deep within our soul, ...
The world is a canvas, vast and wide,
And we, like broken crayons, are tossed aside.
With edges cracked, our colours fade,
Yet still, we mark the paths we've made.
Once, we were untouched by sorrow,
Box of crayons, world of endless tomorrows,
Our colours danced across the sky,
Dreams so bright they seemed to fly.
But cruel hands cracked our wax,
Snapping edges, dulling tracks.
Still, we clung to what remained,
Even as our pieces scattered, stained.
Each mark etched deep within our soul, ...
#abuse
#emotional
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
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0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 8:41pm
11th Nov 2024 8:41pm
Take Him Down!
He is Satan, hear him roar
Hearing dark voices, too loud to ignore
The naive in pews, who worship air
Weak-minded drones, drowning in despair
Forced abstinence drives spineless blue-ball priests
Alter boy defilers, now it's time to feast
For my tips on how to waste these pricks
Dial me 1-900-666
Pedophile priests who pray on kids
Jesus hates you for what they say you did
The concept is quite simple
Command the flock to procreate
More babies, more Catholics
More money, controlling your fate
Let's...
Hearing dark voices, too loud to ignore
The naive in pews, who worship air
Weak-minded drones, drowning in despair
Forced abstinence drives spineless blue-ball priests
Alter boy defilers, now it's time to feast
For my tips on how to waste these pricks
Dial me 1-900-666
Pedophile priests who pray on kids
Jesus hates you for what they say you did
The concept is quite simple
Command the flock to procreate
More babies, more Catholics
More money, controlling your fate
Let's...
#abuse
#CallToAction
#corruption
#religion
#revenge
53 reads
6 Comments
michaelslove2
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 8:32am
11th Nov 2024 8:32am
She's Hollow
She's Hollow”
Her first thought was then to pull out his left eye
with him screaming and clawing,
with him crying out “Why!!”
Her blank, hollow stare.
The blood beginning to flow.
He chained to a table with nowhere to go.
She then took the right arm amid heavy blood spatter
and then took the left, by now what did it matter?
He lashing and pleading,
“Honey, won't you please stop!!!”
So she took both his feet with a Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
We might ask of her reasons or is she just mad?
Slowly...
Her first thought was then to pull out his left eye
with him screaming and clawing,
with him crying out “Why!!”
Her blank, hollow stare.
The blood beginning to flow.
He chained to a table with nowhere to go.
She then took the right arm amid heavy blood spatter
and then took the left, by now what did it matter?
He lashing and pleading,
“Honey, won't you please stop!!!”
So she took both his feet with a Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
We might ask of her reasons or is she just mad?
Slowly...
#abuse
#dark
#horror
47 reads
1 Comment
dead_lluwi
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 6:30pm
6th Nov 2024 6:30pm
wine
#dark
#abuse
#childhood
#depression
#PTSD
41 reads
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