Poems about Abuse
#abuse
Poetry about abuse, including verbal, physical and sexual abuse, and poems about coming to terms with an abusive past.
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 2:49am
11th Jan 2025 2:49am
What happened?
I'm not telling the truth -
I'll lie til i die. I'm ok!
I can deal with it.
The truth never happened.
The truth lurks close...
but I'll grab that fucking truth...
and strangled it and bury it!
I don't want you around truth!!!
The lie grins - knowing we are...
crafting a story to decieve.
I'll walk with Satan...
...come what may.
Whispers of non-believers...
FUCK THEM!
You can't unmask my lie!
The truth is done! It's dead!
Standing firm!!! I have my reasons...
My reasons. The lie...
I'll lie til i die. I'm ok!
I can deal with it.
The truth never happened.
The truth lurks close...
but I'll grab that fucking truth...
and strangled it and bury it!
I don't want you around truth!!!
The lie grins - knowing we are...
crafting a story to decieve.
I'll walk with Satan...
...come what may.
Whispers of non-believers...
FUCK THEM!
You can't unmask my lie!
The truth is done! It's dead!
Standing firm!!! I have my reasons...
My reasons. The lie...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#lies
61 reads
4 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Bumped 10th Jan 2025 1:04am
14th Dec 2024 3:44pm
14th Dec 2024 3:44pm
Rock a bye...
#abuse
#evil
53 reads
1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 1:46pm
9th Jan 2025 1:46pm
Parasite
You sink your teeth into my spine,
A hunger endless, yet divine.
I feel you crawling through my veins,
A whispered curse I can’t contain.
You are the ache that pulls me close,
The kind of love that hurts the most.
And every breath feeds your desire,
I’m just the host; you’re the fire.
Drain me—
Take what you need.
Leave me hollow,
Let me bleed.
Your love, a wound I can’t escape,
A parasite I learn to crave.
I tried to carve you from my skin,
But every cut let you back in.
You leave your marks...
A hunger endless, yet divine.
I feel you crawling through my veins,
A whispered curse I can’t contain.
You are the ache that pulls me close,
The kind of love that hurts the most.
And every breath feeds your desire,
I’m just the host; you’re the fire.
Drain me—
Take what you need.
Leave me hollow,
Let me bleed.
Your love, a wound I can’t escape,
A parasite I learn to crave.
I tried to carve you from my skin,
But every cut let you back in.
You leave your marks...
#abuse
#addiction
#SelfHarm
#temptation
#weakness
98 reads
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 1:57pm
8th Jan 2025 1:57pm
This Is What You Should Do Now
All
you need
to do is
let the guy strip
you naked and hump
you until you both reach
the peak of orgasm. After
that, we would let you go home like
nothing happened. At least, your mom and
dad would be able to believe that bit.
you need
to do is
let the guy strip
you naked and hump
you until you both reach
the peak of orgasm. After
that, we would let you go home like
nothing happened. At least, your mom and
dad would be able to believe that bit.
#abuse
#dialogue
#fear
#fiction
#sex
82 reads
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 12:16pm
8th Jan 2025 12:16pm
Dick Dreams
#abuse
#dreams
#mother
181 reads
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Bumped 7th Jan 2025 7:36pm
16th Dec 2024 4:08am
16th Dec 2024 4:08am
Freebird
#abuse
#dark
56 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 10:25am
6th Jan 2025 10:25am
Father & Son
The boy hid under his bed when he would hear his father come into the house
A large, hairy, burly man, who has a problem with his hands
Almost every night he comes home drunk
The father would come into the boy's room, wake him up and begin taunting him
His dad would begin touching him inappropriately
He made sure that his boy would touch him back
The father would tell the boy that he's his favorite, even though he's an only child
The boy is kissed violently
He can taste the liquor his father's been drinking
If it's something the boy likes, he...
A large, hairy, burly man, who has a problem with his hands
Almost every night he comes home drunk
The father would come into the boy's room, wake him up and begin taunting him
His dad would begin touching him inappropriately
He made sure that his boy would touch him back
The father would tell the boy that he's his favorite, even though he's an only child
The boy is kissed violently
He can taste the liquor his father's been drinking
If it's something the boy likes, he...
#abuse
#alcohol
#DomesticViolence
#father
#son
68 reads
8 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
Bo's Shadow
Bo was 6 yrs old when he made a full body
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
#abuse
#graveyard
#hate #PTSD
#hate #PTSD
52 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 11:05pm
5th Jan 2025 11:05pm
Eyes
When televisions first became household objects,
some people were scared to undress in front of them,
the convex and glaucomic eye staring,
pervert cyclops, invader in the living room.
These days of course the eyes are much smaller,
rectangular, and with us at all times, not just
when mother’s home with fish-and-chips to eat before
a black-and-white broadcast. Eyes follow us about.
When I was young and gay, and gay, the unrestricted
internet reached out with slimy hands and claimed
a lot of naive boys and girls, the eyes ...
some people were scared to undress in front of them,
the convex and glaucomic eye staring,
pervert cyclops, invader in the living room.
These days of course the eyes are much smaller,
rectangular, and with us at all times, not just
when mother’s home with fish-and-chips to eat before
a black-and-white broadcast. Eyes follow us about.
When I was young and gay, and gay, the unrestricted
internet reached out with slimy hands and claimed
a lot of naive boys and girls, the eyes ...
#abuse
#philosophical
#power #technology
#power #technology
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QuietlyOutspoken
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 11:21pm
4th Jan 2025 11:21pm
Unconscious Pleasure
Verse
I’m still not old enough to go inside
And I remember waiting by the door
Smoking a pink lollipop
Every time we drive by
I don’t remember when it changed
From reaching for the clouds
To crying in the rain
Pre-chorus
Everyone thinks you’re a narcissist
A sinkhole straight into the abyss
Chorus
Her head is still bleeding
The doors are still locked
You never know when to stop
It’s just another accident
They’ll never guess what happened
And you’ll never feel anything but sweet satisfaction...
I’m still not old enough to go inside
And I remember waiting by the door
Smoking a pink lollipop
Every time we drive by
I don’t remember when it changed
From reaching for the clouds
To crying in the rain
Pre-chorus
Everyone thinks you’re a narcissist
A sinkhole straight into the abyss
Chorus
Her head is still bleeding
The doors are still locked
You never know when to stop
It’s just another accident
They’ll never guess what happened
And you’ll never feel anything but sweet satisfaction...
#abuse
#family
#fear
63 reads
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Koulouri
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 3:25am
4th Jan 2025 3:25am
Silly Cube
I bought a new stress ball,
my therapist recommended it.
I like how firm it is.
How the edges
of the soft cube
press into my palm.
You thought it was cool.
I remember how your eyes lit up.
I let you borrow it for a while,
just a little while.
Maybe an hour
or two.
And you returned it,
just like you said you would.
But it's different now.
Your hands are bigger than mine.
Your grip like steel,
as it was forged in the fierce battle of life.
My hands are not like yours. ...
my therapist recommended it.
I like how firm it is.
How the edges
of the soft cube
press into my palm.
You thought it was cool.
I remember how your eyes lit up.
I let you borrow it for a while,
just a little while.
Maybe an hour
or two.
And you returned it,
just like you said you would.
But it's different now.
Your hands are bigger than mine.
Your grip like steel,
as it was forged in the fierce battle of life.
My hands are not like yours. ...
#abuse
#childhood
#friendship #LifeChangingMoment
#friendship #LifeChangingMoment
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 11:42pm
1st Jan 2025 11:42pm
So just don't think
Prince Charming was dragged
4 city blocks by his dick
Decaying behind blood & urine colored glass
Skid marks are vibrant with the city lights shining down
She never moved an inch
What did you think she was going to do?
She was only taught on how to survive
Cruelty is all in her mind
So just don't think
That's what she did
Every single day
She told a close friend a few days ago
If she gets enough courage, she'll seek her revenge
4 city blocks by his dick
Decaying behind blood & urine colored glass
Skid marks are vibrant with the city lights shining down
She never moved an inch
What did you think she was going to do?
She was only taught on how to survive
Cruelty is all in her mind
So just don't think
That's what she did
Every single day
She told a close friend a few days ago
If she gets enough courage, she'll seek her revenge
#abuse
#anger
#DomesticViolence
#dreams
#violence
71 reads
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