Poems About Abuse Published by Members Recently Online
#abuse
That Little Girl
She's inside of me
Still needing so much
Of another's
Touch and affection
Their reassurance that
I'm not the horrible person
I was told that I was
Crying out because
Of the loss of my innocence
At such a tender age
Still needing so much
Of another's
Touch and affection
Their reassurance that
I'm not the horrible person
I was told that I was
Crying out because
Of the loss of my innocence
At such a tender age
#abuse
#bullying
#childhood
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That Little Girl
She's inside of me
Still needing so much
Of another's
Touch and affection
Their reassurance that
I'm not the horrible person
I was told that I was
Crying out because
Of the loss of my innocence
At such a tender age
Still needing so much
Of another's
Touch and affection
Their reassurance that
I'm not the horrible person
I was told that I was
Crying out because
Of the loss of my innocence
At such a tender age
#abuse
#bullying
#childhood
269 reads
10 Comments
That Little Girl
She's inside of me
Still needing so much
Of another's
Touch and affection
Their reassurance that
I'm not the horrible person
I was told that I was
Crying out because
Of the loss of my innocence
At such a tender age
Still needing so much
Of another's
Touch and affection
Their reassurance that
I'm not the horrible person
I was told that I was
Crying out because
Of the loss of my innocence
At such a tender age
#abuse
#bullying
#childhood
269 reads
10 Comments
am I singing loud enough?
there are buttercups tumbling out of her pockets
& daisies tucked behind an ear
dandelion chain crowns
tied one end to the other
golden links for her hair
& she curls dirt-coated toes
digging anchors into the moss
deep breath of innocence filling her lungs
never closing her eyes for enjoyment
it's a world meant to be seen
with unwitnessed mysteries
the hum of bumble bee wings is a symphony
gentle buzz lifting on the breeze
whispering secrets only she hears
guarding them in her heart
next to her tattered dolls...
& daisies tucked behind an ear
dandelion chain crowns
tied one end to the other
golden links for her hair
& she curls dirt-coated toes
digging anchors into the moss
deep breath of innocence filling her lungs
never closing her eyes for enjoyment
it's a world meant to be seen
with unwitnessed mysteries
the hum of bumble bee wings is a symphony
gentle buzz lifting on the breeze
whispering secrets only she hears
guarding them in her heart
next to her tattered dolls...
#abuse
#anger
#honesty
#SelfWorth
#vulnerability
226 reads
4 Comments
am I singing loud enough?
there are buttercups tumbling out of her pockets
& daisies tucked behind an ear
dandelion chain crowns
tied one end to the other
golden links for her hair
& she curls dirt-coated toes
digging anchors into the moss
deep breath of innocence filling her lungs
never closing her eyes for enjoyment
it's a world meant to be seen
with unwitnessed mysteries
the hum of bumble bee wings is a symphony
gentle buzz lifting on the breeze
whispering secrets only she hears
guarding them in her heart
next to her tattered dolls...
& daisies tucked behind an ear
dandelion chain crowns
tied one end to the other
golden links for her hair
& she curls dirt-coated toes
digging anchors into the moss
deep breath of innocence filling her lungs
never closing her eyes for enjoyment
it's a world meant to be seen
with unwitnessed mysteries
the hum of bumble bee wings is a symphony
gentle buzz lifting on the breeze
whispering secrets only she hears
guarding them in her heart
next to her tattered dolls...
#abuse
#anger
#honesty
#SelfWorth
#vulnerability
226 reads
4 Comments
am I singing loud enough?
there are buttercups tumbling out of her pockets
& daisies tucked behind an ear
dandelion chain crowns
tied one end to the other
golden links for her hair
& she curls dirt-coated toes
digging anchors into the moss
deep breath of innocence filling her lungs
never closing her eyes for enjoyment
it's a world meant to be seen
with unwitnessed mysteries
the hum of bumble bee wings is a symphony
gentle buzz lifting on the breeze
whispering secrets only she hears
guarding them in her heart
next to her tattered dolls...
& daisies tucked behind an ear
dandelion chain crowns
tied one end to the other
golden links for her hair
& she curls dirt-coated toes
digging anchors into the moss
deep breath of innocence filling her lungs
never closing her eyes for enjoyment
it's a world meant to be seen
with unwitnessed mysteries
the hum of bumble bee wings is a symphony
gentle buzz lifting on the breeze
whispering secrets only she hears
guarding them in her heart
next to her tattered dolls...
#abuse
#anger
#honesty
#SelfWorth
#vulnerability
226 reads
4 Comments
am I singing loud enough?
there are buttercups tumbling out of her pockets
& daisies tucked behind an ear
dandelion chain crowns
tied one end to the other
golden links for her hair
& she curls dirt-coated toes
digging anchors into the moss
deep breath of innocence filling her lungs
never closing her eyes for enjoyment
it's a world meant to be seen
with unwitnessed mysteries
the hum of bumble bee wings is a symphony
gentle buzz lifting on the breeze
whispering secrets only she hears
guarding them in her heart
next to her tattered dolls...
& daisies tucked behind an ear
dandelion chain crowns
tied one end to the other
golden links for her hair
& she curls dirt-coated toes
digging anchors into the moss
deep breath of innocence filling her lungs
never closing her eyes for enjoyment
it's a world meant to be seen
with unwitnessed mysteries
the hum of bumble bee wings is a symphony
gentle buzz lifting on the breeze
whispering secrets only she hears
guarding them in her heart
next to her tattered dolls...
#abuse
#anger
#honesty
#SelfWorth
#vulnerability
226 reads
4 Comments
am I singing loud enough?
there are buttercups tumbling out of her pockets
& daisies tucked behind an ear
dandelion chain crowns
tied one end to the other
golden links for her hair
& she curls dirt-coated toes
digging anchors into the moss
deep breath of innocence filling her lungs
never closing her eyes for enjoyment
it's a world meant to be seen
with unwitnessed mysteries
the hum of bumble bee wings is a symphony
gentle buzz lifting on the breeze
whispering secrets only she hears
guarding them in her heart
next to her tattered dolls...
& daisies tucked behind an ear
dandelion chain crowns
tied one end to the other
golden links for her hair
& she curls dirt-coated toes
digging anchors into the moss
deep breath of innocence filling her lungs
never closing her eyes for enjoyment
it's a world meant to be seen
with unwitnessed mysteries
the hum of bumble bee wings is a symphony
gentle buzz lifting on the breeze
whispering secrets only she hears
guarding them in her heart
next to her tattered dolls...
#abuse
#anger
#honesty
#SelfWorth
#vulnerability
226 reads
4 Comments
So Many Concerns
Made a lane change in the argument
Slight miscalculation of what was said
Saw the fist making it’s usual descent
Punches connected like bolts of dread
Rage always seems to claim her face
Light is eclipsed in transforming eyes
The calm before the darkest embrace
When she removes her normal disguise
Soon all the anger will go into remission
Ride out the storm until reason returns
Knowing how to remedy this condition
Her love comes with so many concerns
Slight miscalculation of what was said
Saw the fist making it’s usual descent
Punches connected like bolts of dread
Rage always seems to claim her face
Light is eclipsed in transforming eyes
The calm before the darkest embrace
When she removes her normal disguise
Soon all the anger will go into remission
Ride out the storm until reason returns
Knowing how to remedy this condition
Her love comes with so many concerns
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
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20 Comments
So Many Concerns
Made a lane change in the argument
Slight miscalculation of what was said
Saw the fist making it’s usual descent
Punches connected like bolts of dread
Rage always seems to claim her face
Light is eclipsed in transforming eyes
The calm before the darkest embrace
When she removes her normal disguise
Soon all the anger will go into remission
Ride out the storm until reason returns
Knowing how to remedy this condition
Her love comes with so many concerns
Slight miscalculation of what was said
Saw the fist making it’s usual descent
Punches connected like bolts of dread
Rage always seems to claim her face
Light is eclipsed in transforming eyes
The calm before the darkest embrace
When she removes her normal disguise
Soon all the anger will go into remission
Ride out the storm until reason returns
Knowing how to remedy this condition
Her love comes with so many concerns
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
177 reads
20 Comments
Like I Was Never Touched
There are things I don’t say.
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so intensely, but never loved.
And yet—you. ...
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so intensely, but never loved.
And yet—you. ...
#abuse
#love
#romantic
#suffering
#ValentinesDay
16 reads
1 Comment
Like I Was Never Touched
There are things I don’t say.
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so intensely, but never loved.
And yet—you. ...
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so intensely, but never loved.
And yet—you. ...
#abuse
#love
#romantic
#suffering
#ValentinesDay
16 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Poems About Abuse Published by Members Recently Online