Poems About Abuse by Top Critiquers
#abuse
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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The Misadventures Underneath the Bridge
A young man walks alone
Shirtless on a hot, muggy night
He's attacked by an older man underneath the Williamsburg Bridge
He thought the guy was going to kill him
Instead he was raped
He can't tell anyone
It's a secret between you, me & him
Don't tell anybody, okay?
He don't need to be stabbed in the rear anymore
He's been fucked dry enough times for me to write a poem about it!
Shirtless on a hot, muggy night
He's attacked by an older man underneath the Williamsburg Bridge
He thought the guy was going to kill him
Instead he was raped
He can't tell anyone
It's a secret between you, me & him
Don't tell anybody, okay?
He don't need to be stabbed in the rear anymore
He's been fucked dry enough times for me to write a poem about it!
#abuse
#city
#satirical
#sex
#violence
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tears of the forgotten
I wept...you drank my tears
my sorrow made you drunk
you raped what was left of my feelings
then left me holding them in my hands
so little and so small
they weren't big enough to hold me up
to walk out the door
my sorrow made you drunk
you raped what was left of my feelings
then left me holding them in my hands
so little and so small
they weren't big enough to hold me up
to walk out the door
#sadness
#love
#abuse
#MeToo
#hurt
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12 Comments
Your Place of Peace
When night falls
When your breath stills
When your last memory of me isn’t the shadow you see
The place I hold for you in my heart
Will still be waiting for you
When your breath stills
When your last memory of me isn’t the shadow you see
The place I hold for you in my heart
Will still be waiting for you
#abuse
#death
#forgiveness #mother
#forgiveness #mother
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Here's some flowers
I am sorry I set the fire-
burnt the house down
after beating you with fists
of untruth and innuendo ( again )
I am sorry ( again )
for accusing your innocent act
of being a derogatory intent -
I tend to make everything about myself
when paranoia gets the best -
especially when you make me angry ( again ).
But, here! Here are some flowers
to make it all better ( again )!
I offer them publicly - with an apology
in...
burnt the house down
after beating you with fists
of untruth and innuendo ( again )
I am sorry ( again )
for accusing your innocent act
of being a derogatory intent -
I tend to make everything about myself
when paranoia gets the best -
especially when you make me angry ( again ).
But, here! Here are some flowers
to make it all better ( again )!
I offer them publicly - with an apology
in...
#lies
#abuse
#bullying
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54 Comments
Why not be honest
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️. For sure I would like to tell a real life story of the deepness, that does happen sometimes in life. 🙏 For sure what I have to say will really blow your mind. 🧠 FOR sure let the story teller begin, now sit back and try to understand 🤨wholeheartedly what I'm about to say to you 🤔 There will come a time in each of our lives, something will have a profound affect upon you in ways, that you will never truly understand or imagine. 🤨 Now let's begin from the beginning...
#abuse
#despair
#FeelingLost
#sadness
#secrets
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Hunting Bunting
V1
All is not well since everything is blurry..
Suspenseful melody playing in my head is sending me frenzy..
Something very nasty happening in my study..
Same melody playing in my mind is sounding noisy..
My inner turmoil just keep on
trending..
Before I know am in so much trouble..
I was assigned to detect a guy..
Once I was told my lead I know this is a mission impossible..
Soon as I learned my lead i know my mission is not possible..
This Guy who lives in disguise how can i know he's a guest in my agenda?.. ...
All is not well since everything is blurry..
Suspenseful melody playing in my head is sending me frenzy..
Something very nasty happening in my study..
Same melody playing in my mind is sounding noisy..
My inner turmoil just keep on
trending..
Before I know am in so much trouble..
I was assigned to detect a guy..
Once I was told my lead I know this is a mission impossible..
Soon as I learned my lead i know my mission is not possible..
This Guy who lives in disguise how can i know he's a guest in my agenda?.. ...
#sadness
#grief
#abuse
#despair
#suffering
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THE FAILURES OF BED THERAPY
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#abuse
#bullying
#ignorance
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
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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
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Dead Alive
I am wounds sliced open, oozing with emotional infections.
Your love now a rabid bacteria inside of me.
My heart is a terrain of scabs of you.
All the places you bludgeoned me with your rusted words.
I have died a million deaths without you,
But here I am still alive.
Your love now a rabid bacteria inside of me.
My heart is a terrain of scabs of you.
All the places you bludgeoned me with your rusted words.
I have died a million deaths without you,
But here I am still alive.
#heartbroken
#abuse
#hurt
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On C-PTSD
dreadfully slowly
Great things are
coming my way
but internally
not much has
changed the
ED remains
the traumas
that are the
root of it too
complex ptsd
not one, but 8
traumas that is
one was losing
my virginity to
a violent rape
that's a minor
one compared
to the others my
parents being by
far the worst of all
Great things are
coming my way
but internally
not much has
changed the
ED remains
the traumas
that are the
root of it too
complex ptsd
not one, but 8
traumas that is
one was losing
my virginity to
a violent rape
that's a minor
one compared
to the others my
parents being by
far the worst of all
#PTSD
#abuse
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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
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DU Poetry : Poems About Abuse by Top Critiquers