Least Read Poems About Abuse
#abuse
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
19th Oct 2020 3:40pm
19th Oct 2020 3:40pm
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
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
10th May 2024 12:25pm
10th May 2024 12:25pm
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
17 reads
7 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 6:33pm
2nd Jul 2024 6:33pm
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 4:36am
7th Apr 2018 4:36am
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
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 6:51pm
1st Apr 2024 6:51pm
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
yelluw_always
Poem Published
20th Feb 2019 5:53am
20th Feb 2019 5:53am
Popcorn
#childhood
#abuse
#MeToo #memories
#MeToo #memories
29 reads
20 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
32 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 2:42am
20th Feb 2025 2:42am
Wormhole
Empty
silkworm
husks
Floating
upon
silken
seas
Dying
to
clothe
us!
by Jemia
silkworm
husks
Floating
upon
silken
seas
Dying
to
clothe
us!
by Jemia
#abuse
#nature
#oppression #philosophical
#oppression #philosophical
34 reads
0 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
12th Jul 2024 6:29pm
12th Jul 2024 6:29pm
The Suck
#abuse
#anger
#hurt #violence
#hurt #violence
36 reads
6 Comments
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 5:59pm
24th Feb 2025 5:59pm
I run from gentle hands. II
I run from gentle hands
They pry you open
Examine every secret locked in your bones
They claim it's love, but you feel utterly exposed
I run from gentle hands
They say you'll only feel a pinch
As they slip, and your mouth is stitched
Gentle hands grip me harder than
Hard course hands I find sharp knives in
Gentle hands bind you, claiming you're too wild
These same gentle hands crucified the perfect child
I run from gentle hands
Because gentle hands don't gently understand
They pry you open
Examine every secret locked in your bones
They claim it's love, but you feel utterly exposed
I run from gentle hands
They say you'll only feel a pinch
As they slip, and your mouth is stitched
Gentle hands grip me harder than
Hard course hands I find sharp knives in
Gentle hands bind you, claiming you're too wild
These same gentle hands crucified the perfect child
I run from gentle hands
Because gentle hands don't gently understand
#abuse
#despair
#escape
#lies
#misunderstood
38 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 4:11pm
16th Nov 2024 4:11pm
Check The Bishops Mate!
An arch bishop of Canterbury,
did not tell
Of John Smyth, who came from
some place in hell
Who regularly abused
young boys
Yet Justin Welby
made the choice
Of withholding evidence,
which deserves time in jail!
by Jemia
did not tell
Of John Smyth, who came from
some place in hell
Who regularly abused
young boys
Yet Justin Welby
made the choice
Of withholding evidence,
which deserves time in jail!
by Jemia
#abuse
#HumanRights
#morality
#prison
#silence
44 reads
0 Comments
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