Poems about Abuse
#abuse
Poetry about abuse, including verbal, physical and sexual abuse, and poems about coming to terms with an abusive past.
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
202 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
369 reads
36 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Bumped 26th Jan 2025 6:06pm
23rd Dec 2024 1:02am
23rd Dec 2024 1:02am
Loving You.
You were so supposed to love me...
so many times you tried to kill me.
And you passed my sex around.
Momma - I will never understand.
All I ever wanted was to be loved!
You passed away. Your whole family...
thought you were faking even as you took
your final breath - I wish I could have...
...kept you safe from death!!!
I never stopped loving you!
So many unanswered questions...
keep me awake at night.
You'd been through it first -
how could you do that all to me?
All I ever...
so many times you tried to kill me.
And you passed my sex around.
Momma - I will never understand.
All I ever wanted was to be loved!
You passed away. Your whole family...
thought you were faking even as you took
your final breath - I wish I could have...
...kept you safe from death!!!
I never stopped loving you!
So many unanswered questions...
keep me awake at night.
You'd been through it first -
how could you do that all to me?
All I ever...
#abuse
#death
#love
#memories
#mother
141 reads
7 Comments
OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 4:53am
21st Jan 2025 4:53am
End It Stupid Bitch
#abuse
#anger
#deception
#lust
#rejection
65 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
155 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 9:16pm
17th Jan 2025 9:16pm
On and on and on...
He was pussy whipped
All of his friends & father knew it and gave him a hard time
He couldn't go anywhere without her inviting herself along
They fought and fucked all the time
He loved her and hated her
He wanted to bash her skull in
She made him feel weak
She made him feel like he wasn't in control of his life
He started to hate her all the time
One night he hit her
Mutual disbelief registered on both their faces
He started hitting her all the time
The more he hit her, the more he loved her
He was in love again
In...
All of his friends & father knew it and gave him a hard time
He couldn't go anywhere without her inviting herself along
They fought and fucked all the time
He loved her and hated her
He wanted to bash her skull in
She made him feel weak
She made him feel like he wasn't in control of his life
He started to hate her all the time
One night he hit her
Mutual disbelief registered on both their faces
He started hitting her all the time
The more he hit her, the more he loved her
He was in love again
In...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#marriage
#motivational
#sex
100 reads
8 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 11:15pm
15th Jan 2025 11:15pm
Triggers
Momma rocking in her rocking chair while watching Jimmy sexually abuse me goes back a generation to Grandma in a rocker while Mom's dad (Grandpa Lou) raped her. It took years of panic and a confession by my mother to figure this out! She died maintaining that I was a promiscuous Lolita who seduced and took advange of relatives, her friends and our neighbors. YEAH, MOM I WAS A 4 YEAR OLD WHORE! Even the words...Mom, Momma and Mommy used to trigger me!
I don't remember my first vaginal rape and I don't count it as sex since it wasn't consensual. I lost my virginity at age 17. I...
I don't remember my first vaginal rape and I don't count it as sex since it wasn't consensual. I lost my virginity at age 17. I...
#abuse
#mother
103 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 7:20pm
15th Jan 2025 7:20pm
She's handsy
She beats her man
With her hands
Every time he comes around
She stands him up and slaps him down
Does she make herself perfectly clear?
I think she does
He won't shut the fuck up
The sound of his voice, drives her out of her mind
You can understand that, can't you?
I figured that
I knew you would
Last night when I was at her place
She said to him,
"Come here my hunk of a man"
He said trembling, "OK"
She looked him up and down and said, "Stop Whimpering!"
She then said,...
With her hands
Every time he comes around
She stands him up and slaps him down
Does she make herself perfectly clear?
I think she does
He won't shut the fuck up
The sound of his voice, drives her out of her mind
You can understand that, can't you?
I figured that
I knew you would
Last night when I was at her place
She said to him,
"Come here my hunk of a man"
He said trembling, "OK"
She looked him up and down and said, "Stop Whimpering!"
She then said,...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#hurt
#relationships
#weakness
106 reads
6 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 3:11am
15th Jan 2025 3:11am
One more day needed...
A man I know just lost his mother.
We comforted him as best we could.
He cried for hours. I'm sure his
cries continued after I left.
I left because I was angry. Not at
the bereaved friend - but at my
CUNT mother! I survived her.
I raised myself while being her slave
and the family sex toy. She had
been abused and escaped! She
chose to return to the fold and
allow/force the physical and sexual
abuse on me!
I wish we would have had love between
us! We didn't! I avoided her for over a
decade as I was...
We comforted him as best we could.
He cried for hours. I'm sure his
cries continued after I left.
I left because I was angry. Not at
the bereaved friend - but at my
CUNT mother! I survived her.
I raised myself while being her slave
and the family sex toy. She had
been abused and escaped! She
chose to return to the fold and
allow/force the physical and sexual
abuse on me!
I wish we would have had love between
us! We didn't! I avoided her for over a
decade as I was...
#abuse
#anger
#hate #mother
#hate #mother
81 reads
6 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 9:02pm
14th Jan 2025 9:02pm
I can't tell you it's love
You call me
looking for answers
but wanting reassurances
that your heart beats the right way
and that your boyfriend
isn't a manipulative
semi-violent fucktard
unable to manage his insecurities
I tell you our childhoods
make us colourblind
and that for all the good green days
the red shine brighter
than your eyes (and heart)
can see
I would tell you
you're codependent
but you already know that
and it would make me a hypocrite
There are too many reasons
we stay when...
looking for answers
but wanting reassurances
that your heart beats the right way
and that your boyfriend
isn't a manipulative
semi-violent fucktard
unable to manage his insecurities
I tell you our childhoods
make us colourblind
and that for all the good green days
the red shine brighter
than your eyes (and heart)
can see
I would tell you
you're codependent
but you already know that
and it would make me a hypocrite
There are too many reasons
we stay when...
#abuse
#BestFriend
#DomesticViolence #support
#DomesticViolence #support
117 reads
2 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 8:30pm
13th Jan 2025 8:30pm
Programmed
I'm as sure as big women barefooted or wearing footies
As cutoff jeans in trailer parks and hoods with hoodies
As Ken and Karen leaving home prepared to attack
Yes as blacks in this country having a bullseye on their back
There are kids in this world that have heard words unslurred
No difference psychologically than when crack or meth purred
Can the words be retrieved, fucking needle withdrawn to before the arm bleeds
A father of my father, mother of my mother, may have planted the seeds
Innocence met with violence is the way humanity is...
As cutoff jeans in trailer parks and hoods with hoodies
As Ken and Karen leaving home prepared to attack
Yes as blacks in this country having a bullseye on their back
There are kids in this world that have heard words unslurred
No difference psychologically than when crack or meth purred
Can the words be retrieved, fucking needle withdrawn to before the arm bleeds
A father of my father, mother of my mother, may have planted the seeds
Innocence met with violence is the way humanity is...
#abuse
#drugs
#humankind
117 reads
13 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 3:15pm
13th Jan 2025 3:15pm
Like an Echo
"She should be like a town clock — keep time and observe regularity. She should not, however, like a town clock, speak so loudly that all the town may hear her.
She should be like a snail — prudent, and keep within her own house.
She should not be like a snail — carry all she has upon her back.
She should be like an echo — speak when spoken to.
But she should not be like an echo — determined always to have the last word." - "Three Wifely Virtues", The Australian Woman's Mirror, 24/02/1925
A snail slimes across a leaf,
Its hearth and...
She should be like a snail — prudent, and keep within her own house.
She should not be like a snail — carry all she has upon her back.
She should be like an echo — speak when spoken to.
But she should not be like an echo — determined always to have the last word." - "Three Wifely Virtues", The Australian Woman's Mirror, 24/02/1925
A snail slimes across a leaf,
Its hearth and...
#abuse
#feminism
#historical #marriage
#historical #marriage
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2 Comments
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