Least Read Poems About Abuse
#abuse
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
21st Aug 2022 8:32pm
21st Aug 2022 8:32pm
Marionette
These tangled strings
are not the things
to easily give up their knots
are not the things
to easily give up their knots
#women
#abuse
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#feminism
11 reads
3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
12th Mar 2023 7:06pm
12th Mar 2023 7:06pm
Traumae
I am born of the thorn
collecting each scar
for this old scrapbook life
both ends of the knife
covered in my ink
always less than what I think
yet way more than I feel
this pain still remains
a close companion
a true confidante
for this mere debutante
to the chain and ball
collecting each scar
for this old scrapbook life
both ends of the knife
covered in my ink
always less than what I think
yet way more than I feel
this pain still remains
a close companion
a true confidante
for this mere debutante
to the chain and ball
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
13 reads
3 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
19th Oct 2020 2:40pm
19th Oct 2020 2:40pm
Skin Wars
Who told you that the color of a soul was skin-deep?
That it had to lose its pigmentation in order to get a spot where you sleep
Who told you that the beauty of a soul had color in the first place?
What reality are we living in where hatred can just shit in our face?
Who told you that we were allowed to see a soul in this way?
Who told you that this was ok?
That it was ok to write your self-appointed and twisted views into the book of man
That you can control and play God under the one true being who created man
Who told you that it was ok to sleep with...
That it had to lose its pigmentation in order to get a spot where you sleep
Who told you that the beauty of a soul had color in the first place?
What reality are we living in where hatred can just shit in our face?
Who told you that we were allowed to see a soul in this way?
Who told you that this was ok?
That it was ok to write your self-appointed and twisted views into the book of man
That you can control and play God under the one true being who created man
Who told you that it was ok to sleep with...
#rejection
#abuse
#ignorance
#suffering
#emotional
16 reads
6 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2021 11:46am
23rd Apr 2021 11:46am
unfolding
please tell me
how many creases i have
how many times have i been
pressed
even though i confessed
fully vented
wore the hairy shirt
then finally repented
having been folded
over and over
made into so many things
like a crane with wings
just for your amusement
only to be unfolded
the creases press out
before reassuring my doubt
how many creases i have
how many times have i been
pressed
even though i confessed
fully vented
wore the hairy shirt
then finally repented
having been folded
over and over
made into so many things
like a crane with wings
just for your amusement
only to be unfolded
the creases press out
before reassuring my doubt
#anxiety
#abuse
#confessional
17 reads
3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
7th May 2021 8:51pm
7th May 2021 8:51pm
Distance
It is what I do
who I am
(who I never thought I would be)
closeness is a luxury
savor it from a far
My life in this Mason jar
with just enough
holes
in the thin brassy lid
Ancient crimes in recent times
linger
something I can finger
in any sort of line up
Wishing this chipped cup
did not still
runneth over
with his warm mead
So I relish the climb
in search of new rhyme
cling to each line
stave off the fall
who I am
(who I never thought I would be)
closeness is a luxury
savor it from a far
My life in this Mason jar
with just enough
holes
in the thin brassy lid
Ancient crimes in recent times
linger
something I can finger
in any sort of line up
Wishing this chipped cup
did not still
runneth over
with his warm mead
So I relish the climb
in search of new rhyme
cling to each line
stave off the fall
#love
#abuse
#confessional #WritingPoetry
#confessional #WritingPoetry
18 reads
3 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
10th May 2024 11:25am
10th May 2024 11:25am
Nightmare Written in Blood
Nightmares
Is it possible to write away
a lifetime of pain and rage
stabbing every inch of the paper
with my pen
Could each slashing stroke
form letters that spell a path to
forget the abuse, those sneaky
bedroom visits to "check in on me"
Will the ink bleed and the pain
somehow pour onto this page
forming a river of suffering with a
current that flows away from me
Should I let the tears go
that form a well of anger within me
writing a watercolor masterpiece of
innocence lost,...
Is it possible to write away
a lifetime of pain and rage
stabbing every inch of the paper
with my pen
Could each slashing stroke
form letters that spell a path to
forget the abuse, those sneaky
bedroom visits to "check in on me"
Will the ink bleed and the pain
somehow pour onto this page
forming a river of suffering with a
current that flows away from me
Should I let the tears go
that form a well of anger within me
writing a watercolor masterpiece of
innocence lost,...
#abuse
#murder
18 reads
7 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
15th Mar 2021 9:07am
15th Mar 2021 9:07am
Rose Petaled
Snowy silk petals
fallen fragile
forever strewn about
like a velveteen carpet
before you
beneath you
behind you
each one believing
until the last
she was your rose
fallen fragile
forever strewn about
like a velveteen carpet
before you
beneath you
behind you
each one believing
until the last
she was your rose
#heartbroken
#abuse
19 reads
9 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
28th Jan 2018 3:37pm
28th Jan 2018 3:37pm
Daddy, Did You Know?
Daddy, did you know life is about choices
About finding and raising our own voices
About finding our OWN place in the world
No matter how curvy or straight or how it swirls?
Daddy, did you know that EVERYTHING is not about RIGHT or WRONG?
Did you know some things are matters of preference all along?
Did you know this when you threw your tantrum fits
Or did you learn all this bit by bit?
Daddy, did you know I swallowed your toxic drink
Believing your bitter truths without a blink
Bearing all the scars induced by your...
About finding and raising our own voices
About finding our OWN place in the world
No matter how curvy or straight or how it swirls?
Daddy, did you know that EVERYTHING is not about RIGHT or WRONG?
Did you know some things are matters of preference all along?
Did you know this when you threw your tantrum fits
Or did you learn all this bit by bit?
Daddy, did you know I swallowed your toxic drink
Believing your bitter truths without a blink
Bearing all the scars induced by your...
#father
#childhood
#abuse
20 reads
4 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 5:33pm
2nd Jul 2024 5:33pm
Tick Tock
You don’t watch the time
so why would I build you a
clock
I won’t build sandboxes for
someone else’s toys
My swing set was a gallows
but then daddy always said
keep something sharp with you
a few ropes with frayed edges
From hot blooded to fade to black
Indian summers feel good
during a fall
No souls bring peace for
the sorrowful, a hurt placed
properly lives forever in the
hearts of children
I used to roll in the sand
at the beach, it touched me
everywhere, I...
so why would I build you a
clock
I won’t build sandboxes for
someone else’s toys
My swing set was a gallows
but then daddy always said
keep something sharp with you
a few ropes with frayed edges
From hot blooded to fade to black
Indian summers feel good
during a fall
No souls bring peace for
the sorrowful, a hurt placed
properly lives forever in the
hearts of children
I used to roll in the sand
at the beach, it touched me
everywhere, I...
#abuse
#childhood
#PersonalGrowth #revenge
#PersonalGrowth #revenge
20 reads
8 Comments
Shadow_Dancer
Poem Published
7th Apr 2018 3:36am
7th Apr 2018 3:36am
Factory Reset...
Rarely do I give voice to thoughts from within however I can't seem to out run these ones so here we go:
Everybody knows cell phones even if only a wee bit
Their settings ones to tinker with and ones that mostly require a factory reset
Their capabilities now a days versus when their time began imagine how much advancement in such a small amount of time
Lastly every single make and model have their own annoying special bits of egadsnessess
Imagine how shocking it is that...
Everybody knows cell phones even if only a wee bit
Their settings ones to tinker with and ones that mostly require a factory reset
Their capabilities now a days versus when their time began imagine how much advancement in such a small amount of time
Lastly every single make and model have their own annoying special bits of egadsnessess
Imagine how shocking it is that...
#strength
#courage
#dark #abuse
#dark #abuse
21 reads
8 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
10th Jun 2020 9:26pm
10th Jun 2020 9:26pm
Marionette
Why are the odds
for a strong woman
so weak ...
the future so bleak
As if I am meant
to be bent
this way and that
to suit their mood
Too pretty to prance
too made up to dance
left all alone
in my cellophane
Peeking thru the pane
at those who remain
bought their ticket
won their prize
Tears in these eyes
much...
for a strong woman
so weak ...
the future so bleak
As if I am meant
to be bent
this way and that
to suit their mood
Too pretty to prance
too made up to dance
left all alone
in my cellophane
Peeking thru the pane
at those who remain
bought their ticket
won their prize
Tears in these eyes
much...
#abuse
21 reads
4 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 5:51pm
1st Apr 2024 5:51pm
A Fickle Twisted Mind
Frustrations trickle into rivers of thought
leaving deposits of doubt in an already
fickle mind
In the deafening silence I see my hopes
and dreams, leaning against unmade
choices in the box of a life not lived
The mirror sees only the victim, never the hero
Eyes whispering of a strength unremembered
they speak to a heart of stone
filled with tragedy, waiting for the beat of
its own death
Sadly the harmonies lead not to suicide,
but to the murder of the once was child hanging
in the wardrobe choking on...
leaving deposits of doubt in an already
fickle mind
In the deafening silence I see my hopes
and dreams, leaning against unmade
choices in the box of a life not lived
The mirror sees only the victim, never the hero
Eyes whispering of a strength unremembered
they speak to a heart of stone
filled with tragedy, waiting for the beat of
its own death
Sadly the harmonies lead not to suicide,
but to the murder of the once was child hanging
in the wardrobe choking on...
#loneliness
#abuse
#emptiness
24 reads
12 Comments
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