Poems About Abuse Seeking Honest Critique
#abuse
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:48pm
Yesterday 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
26 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
114 reads
14 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
53 reads
8 Comments
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
30 reads
2 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
Like I Was Never Touched
There are things I don’t say.
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
#abuse
#love
#romantic
#suffering
#childhood
283 reads
58 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 12:44pm
5th Feb 2025 12:44pm
The misadventures of a lone ranger
A lost man wakes alone,
a relentless mighty knight fighting old soldiers
underneath the broken bridge
of Landscape.
He never thought they could hurt him.
He never foresaw the gang bang coming.
All those men were taking advantage of his body.
Many swords of attack penetrate his back.
He's been able to take them so many times
that I felt the urge to rhyme on it
like my pen is on fire.
#abuse
#humankind
#violence
89 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 7:44pm
3rd Feb 2025 7:44pm
The Misadventures Underneath the Bridge
A young man walks alone
Shirtless on a hot, muggy night
He's attacked by an older man underneath the Williamsburg Bridge
He thought the guy was going to kill him
Instead he was raped
He can't tell anyone
It's a secret between you, me & him
Don't tell anybody, okay?
He don't need to be stabbed in the rear anymore
He's been fucked dry enough times for me to write a poem about it!
Shirtless on a hot, muggy night
He's attacked by an older man underneath the Williamsburg Bridge
He thought the guy was going to kill him
Instead he was raped
He can't tell anyone
It's a secret between you, me & him
Don't tell anybody, okay?
He don't need to be stabbed in the rear anymore
He's been fucked dry enough times for me to write a poem about it!
#abuse
#city
#satirical
#sex
#violence
86 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 12:08pm
2nd Feb 2025 12:08pm
Before it's too late
#abuse
#betrayal
#DomesticViolence
#lies
#relationships
73 reads
14 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 8:45pm
29th Jan 2025 8:45pm
Uncle Scam
All he did was make lots of threats
and still he got the votes
from white folks with bajillion frets
stoked by kazillion gloats.
They were the smash mouth runagates
who mostly had it good,
except for all their mental states;
as brittle as dead wood...
where moral muscle had been found,
perhaps when they were six,
but now their morals are unsound
all due to MAGA tricks.
The kind that turns a decent kid
into a raging troll,
like the kind who flips his lid...
when Bishops show some soul.
and still he got the votes
from white folks with bajillion frets
stoked by kazillion gloats.
They were the smash mouth runagates
who mostly had it good,
except for all their mental states;
as brittle as dead wood...
where moral muscle had been found,
perhaps when they were six,
but now their morals are unsound
all due to MAGA tricks.
The kind that turns a decent kid
into a raging troll,
like the kind who flips his lid...
when Bishops show some soul.
#abuse
#HumanRights
#politics
#PopCulture
#responsibility
156 reads
9 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 11:00pm
28th Jan 2025 11:00pm
Drink me, kill me... (with Reading)
Especially cruel in the mouth.
You don't need to have mercy on me.
Sophisticated brain games
Make me forget my complaints
Cut my skin with a razor.
Like a hundred times before.
My soul is polluted
by a sadistic fantasy.
I have long been discouraged
by false emotions.
Broke all my dreams
Men's hands are sweaty.
Why do I need these...
sadists and animals! ...
You don't need to have mercy on me.
Sophisticated brain games
Make me forget my complaints
Cut my skin with a razor.
Like a hundred times before.
My soul is polluted
by a sadistic fantasy.
I have long been discouraged
by false emotions.
Broke all my dreams
Men's hands are sweaty.
Why do I need these...
sadists and animals! ...
#abuse
#BDSM
#conflict
#dark
#lust
310 reads
34 Comments
OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 4:53am
21st Jan 2025 4:53am
End It Stupid Bitch
#abuse
#anger
#deception
#lust
#rejection
55 reads
2 Comments
Wordsmith
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 9:01am
18th Jan 2025 9:01am
Black Rose
Yes, she says...
She swears by the moon; the stars: the sea
Her love as endless;.... as eternity.
She paints her words... in colors so bold
Promises spun.... like threads of gold
She’d fight the storms; she’d face the night
Trade her shadows for his light...
But when the world catches a glimpse
The truth unfolds... the story limps.
And when you take it out to the open
You see her vows were softly spoken.
She only wants to be adored
To hear sweet words... like "You’re my reward."
Never chose him… oh no, not...
She swears by the moon; the stars: the sea
Her love as endless;.... as eternity.
She paints her words... in colors so bold
Promises spun.... like threads of gold
She’d fight the storms; she’d face the night
Trade her shadows for his light...
But when the world catches a glimpse
The truth unfolds... the story limps.
And when you take it out to the open
You see her vows were softly spoken.
She only wants to be adored
To hear sweet words... like "You’re my reward."
Never chose him… oh no, not...
#abuse
#FallingInLove
#relationships #UnrequitedLove
#relationships #UnrequitedLove
146 reads
3 Comments
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