Poems about Abuse
#abuse
Poetry about abuse, including verbal, physical and sexual abuse, and poems about coming to terms with an abusive past.
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RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 5:37am
31st Dec 2024 5:37am
Willow
Why not just sit and watch the willows.
Their branches weep in frozen havens below.
I aught to live like lost ones bringing the sorrows low.
Their trenches are deepened woes of satan.
The demons and specters and ghosts;
Lost souls who are broken while finding
Their pain is also their loss.
Who knows, why not just sit and watch them go?
Why not just sit and don't stop to block the blows?
The sky and the scene has lost all its gleam, leaves in the air still twirl as with care but no eyes can see them drop.
I have a few burnt...
Their branches weep in frozen havens below.
I aught to live like lost ones bringing the sorrows low.
Their trenches are deepened woes of satan.
The demons and specters and ghosts;
Lost souls who are broken while finding
Their pain is also their loss.
Who knows, why not just sit and watch them go?
Why not just sit and don't stop to block the blows?
The sky and the scene has lost all its gleam, leaves in the air still twirl as with care but no eyes can see them drop.
I have a few burnt...
#abuse
#conflict
#revenge
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 8:46pm
30th Dec 2024 8:46pm
Fast and Furious
So, my countrymen have decided
to embrace...and celebrate...
organized stupidity.
So it is written.
So let it be done.
And may they learn the hard way
how to bring order
to their own thoughts
and actions.
Though unnecessary...
as forethought would have done the job.
So stub your toes, America!
Fuck around and find out.
Go ahead. Reach out.
Get a good grip on that
spinning table saw blade!
...
to embrace...and celebrate...
organized stupidity.
So it is written.
So let it be done.
And may they learn the hard way
how to bring order
to their own thoughts
and actions.
Though unnecessary...
as forethought would have done the job.
So stub your toes, America!
Fuck around and find out.
Go ahead. Reach out.
Get a good grip on that
spinning table saw blade!
...
#abuse
#addiction
#ignorance #SelfHarm
#ignorance #SelfHarm
237 reads
8 Comments
Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 6:32am
30th Dec 2024 6:32am
Finality
Much Chaos!
No ethos.
Wanting asylum!
Wanting phylum.
A language, languishing, seemingly marring the meaning.
Stillness, on the edge, of a sphere spinning, dangerously careening!
Such vastness!
The fastness!....
Of on coming stresses....
Sleep interrupts the anguish, but it yet progresses.
Time never waits.
But it's the long, longing that grates.
Where is finality, dare I ask?
Or is greater the sanctions, of an undone task?
Does mercy ripple in a cerise lake's reflection?
Or has every body, been drained of...
No ethos.
Wanting asylum!
Wanting phylum.
A language, languishing, seemingly marring the meaning.
Stillness, on the edge, of a sphere spinning, dangerously careening!
Such vastness!
The fastness!....
Of on coming stresses....
Sleep interrupts the anguish, but it yet progresses.
Time never waits.
But it's the long, longing that grates.
Where is finality, dare I ask?
Or is greater the sanctions, of an undone task?
Does mercy ripple in a cerise lake's reflection?
Or has every body, been drained of...
#abuse
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#hurt
69 reads
2 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 5:26am
30th Dec 2024 5:26am
The Hurt No one Sees
The hurt no one sees
Down the hall padded with carpet
Creeps a villain he is real
He runs around trying to spoil his soul
Dipping in and out of hospitals
Top of the Pops hanging with the Beatles
Next night Rolling Stones or Stevie Wonder
Take off his Heart shaped glasses
And see the demon in his being
He delivers the hurt that no one sees
Down the hall padded with carpet
Creeps a villain he is real
He runs around trying to spoil his soul
Dipping in and out of hospitals
Top of the Pops hanging with the Beatles
Next night Rolling Stones or Stevie Wonder
Take off his Heart shaped glasses
And see the demon in his being
He delivers the hurt that no one sees
#abuse
#children
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AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 6:40am
29th Dec 2024 6:40am
A Fistful Of Silence
huge fist
rapidly
thumping
mouth
tightly
gagged
no voice
words lost
in throat
scrambling
about in
forced silence
struggling
within their
noose
hood holds
the darkness
perfectly
conspiracy
paranoia
anxiety
growth
of a
demon
sniggering
beast knows
my weakness
pushes me
towards
that known edge
rapidly
thumping
mouth
tightly
gagged
no voice
words lost
in throat
scrambling
about in
forced silence
struggling
within their
noose
hood holds
the darkness
perfectly
conspiracy
paranoia
anxiety
growth
of a
demon
sniggering
beast knows
my weakness
pushes me
towards
that known edge
#abuse
#anxiety
#bullying #fear
#bullying #fear
186 reads
18 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 7:24am
24th Dec 2024 7:24am
Cereal Rapist
#abuse
#childhood
#hate
54 reads
2 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 4:41am
24th Dec 2024 4:41am
Down the Rabbit Hole Of My Trauma And Nightmares
#abuse
#nightmares
#suffering #PTSD
#suffering #PTSD
60 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 12:49pm
23rd Dec 2024 12:49pm
The Rotten Seed
The '60s were so long ago.
I see you crying on the stage.
The truth at last we came to know
that violence can only grow,
a rotten seed that fathers sow
and whose dark fruits they gage.
The '60s were so long ago.
I see you crying on the stage.
But love can manifest with age,
forgiveness joins the high and low.
You spoke, with tears anew confession's wage,
about when you were beaten in a rage
by some sadistic schoolmaster on stage...
Before your peers, in assembly, on show.
But love can manifest with age, ...
I see you crying on the stage.
The truth at last we came to know
that violence can only grow,
a rotten seed that fathers sow
and whose dark fruits they gage.
The '60s were so long ago.
I see you crying on the stage.
But love can manifest with age,
forgiveness joins the high and low.
You spoke, with tears anew confession's wage,
about when you were beaten in a rage
by some sadistic schoolmaster on stage...
Before your peers, in assembly, on show.
But love can manifest with age, ...
#abuse
#childhood
#fatherhood #memories
#fatherhood #memories
135 reads
4 Comments
Poeticking81
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 5:22pm
22nd Dec 2024 5:22pm
This poem is called If I cry alone
If I cry alone,
am I like the tree
falling in the forest?
the one that
if there's no-one to hear it
then does it make a sound?
Does pain have a voice?
Or a shape,
Or a form?
And if it does,
Is it the shape
Of a tear drop?
And if a tear drops
Where does it go?
Does it still exist?
And if pain has a voice
Is it a sob,
a cry in the dark?
And if I cry alone,
Then no-one will hear it,
And if no-one hears it
...
am I like the tree
falling in the forest?
the one that
if there's no-one to hear it
then does it make a sound?
Does pain have a voice?
Or a shape,
Or a form?
And if it does,
Is it the shape
Of a tear drop?
And if a tear drops
Where does it go?
Does it still exist?
And if pain has a voice
Is it a sob,
a cry in the dark?
And if I cry alone,
Then no-one will hear it,
And if no-one hears it
...
#abuse
#emotional
#hurt
201 reads
1 Comment
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 3:15am
22nd Dec 2024 3:15am
The Iron Fist Of Absolute Control
be quiet
not a word
don’t dare
raise your voice
this is our
domain
we rule this
our way
you don’t
have a say
it don’t matter
if your right
i have the power
to put you down
my foot
has more weight
to stamp you
down hard
just know
your place
i’m watching you
every minute
waiting for
your mistakes
remember i’m perfect
your not
i only hear you
when I need too
your mine to control
feel as small
as you...
not a word
don’t dare
raise your voice
this is our
domain
we rule this
our way
you don’t
have a say
it don’t matter
if your right
i have the power
to put you down
my foot
has more weight
to stamp you
down hard
just know
your place
i’m watching you
every minute
waiting for
your mistakes
remember i’m perfect
your not
i only hear you
when I need too
your mine to control
feel as small
as you...
#abuse
#deception
#manipulation #MentalHealth
#manipulation #MentalHealth
143 reads
9 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 5:28pm
21st Dec 2024 5:28pm
To Nathan
I think about you sometimes and
it’s all too clear you’re probably dead.
You weren’t an icon of stability
back when we used to speak,
your bald and elongated skull
reminding me of a criminal
my mother used to know
(not to use phrenology).
You wrote dark poetry
and were the reason why
the underground started to give
warnings of extreme themes.
If I was older then I might
have been more curious
and asked the pertinent questions,
less wrapped up in my own traumas.
I thought perhaps some scary man ...
it’s all too clear you’re probably dead.
You weren’t an icon of stability
back when we used to speak,
your bald and elongated skull
reminding me of a criminal
my mother used to know
(not to use phrenology).
You wrote dark poetry
and were the reason why
the underground started to give
warnings of extreme themes.
If I was older then I might
have been more curious
and asked the pertinent questions,
less wrapped up in my own traumas.
I thought perhaps some scary man ...
#abuse
#death
#friendship #memories
#friendship #memories
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2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 3:40pm
20th Dec 2024 3:40pm
Jimmy's Belt
Once upon a time...
Paula got her ass beat
by a thick leather belt.
owned by stepdad Jimmy.
The pain was so bad that
I disassociated and
became Angel!
She cooks, cleans and
the laundry is always
washed, folded and ironed!
Eventually Angel makes a
tiny mistake and out comes
Jimmy's belt. Angel
becomes Samantha!
Disassociate a few more
times to create Lynda and
Buck and others - none win
against Jimmy's belt. I don't
know which of us married the
fat kid across the street who had ...
Paula got her ass beat
by a thick leather belt.
owned by stepdad Jimmy.
The pain was so bad that
I disassociated and
became Angel!
She cooks, cleans and
the laundry is always
washed, folded and ironed!
Eventually Angel makes a
tiny mistake and out comes
Jimmy's belt. Angel
becomes Samantha!
Disassociate a few more
times to create Lynda and
Buck and others - none win
against Jimmy's belt. I don't
know which of us married the
fat kid across the street who had ...
#abuse
#fear
#hurt
101 reads
2 Comments
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