Poems About Abuse by Top Critiquers
#abuse
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
13th Jul 2024 12:39pm
13th Jul 2024 12:39pm
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
222 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
Today 12:44pm
Today 12:44pm
The misadventures of a lone ranger
A lost man wakes alone,
a relentless mighty knight fighting old soldiers
underneath the broken bridge
of Landscape.
He never thought they could hurt him.
He never foresaw the gang bang coming.
All those men were taking advantage of his body.
Many swords of attack penetrate his back.
He's been able to take them so many times
that I felt the urge to rhyme on it
like my pen is on fire.
#abuse
#humankind
#violence
27 reads
2 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
93 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
21st May 2022 8:13pm
21st May 2022 8:13pm
Crocodile Tears
I can’t buy all the lies she tries to rise and amplifies
As she cries with dry eyes in some kind of disguise
Ms. Heard twists words and turds then just justifies
But on the inside you can see she feels cold as ice
We’ve all seen some bad acting but this is distracting
A lot the things she says simply don’t make sense
But an abuser will turn around and be the accuser
Gathering everyone to come to their defense
What she doesn’t understand as she takes the stand
Is that her body language tells a different story
While trying to act...
As she cries with dry eyes in some kind of disguise
Ms. Heard twists words and turds then just justifies
But on the inside you can see she feels cold as ice
We’ve all seen some bad acting but this is distracting
A lot the things she says simply don’t make sense
But an abuser will turn around and be the accuser
Gathering everyone to come to their defense
What she doesn’t understand as she takes the stand
Is that her body language tells a different story
While trying to act...
#abuse
#bullying
#DomesticViolence
513 reads
0 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
213 reads
29 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
10th Jul 2024 2:56am
10th Jul 2024 2:56am
bone tired
there are times when enough
is enough already
the alarm clock over sleeps
cold mornings when you run
out of hot water in the shower
times when the kitchen chair
plays a dirty joke by sticking
out just enough to stub your
toe
or all the traffic in town finds
your intersection when you
need to be on time
and a million other things pile
up like a month's worth of
dirty laundry
...and you wonder WHY is it
always me!
what gods did I offend?
...
is enough already
the alarm clock over sleeps
cold mornings when you run
out of hot water in the shower
times when the kitchen chair
plays a dirty joke by sticking
out just enough to stub your
toe
or all the traffic in town finds
your intersection when you
need to be on time
and a million other things pile
up like a month's worth of
dirty laundry
...and you wonder WHY is it
always me!
what gods did I offend?
...
#abuse
182 reads
8 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 2:33pm
24th Oct 2024 2:33pm
Fireflies in jars
I don't want fireflies in jars
to entertain me for hours;
beautifying my night
with their sparkling light,
Dispelling darkness for me
while their souls aren't free;
bringing in magical dreams
through their soft soothing beams.
These pretty luminous things
are meant to measure world
with their wings...
to entertain me for hours;
beautifying my night
with their sparkling light,
Dispelling darkness for me
while their souls aren't free;
bringing in magical dreams
through their soft soothing beams.
These pretty luminous things
are meant to measure world
with their wings...
#abuse
#freedom
#nature
430 reads
13 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
14th Oct 2023 2:15pm
14th Oct 2023 2:15pm
Dark Horse
I was thirty, when I was ten.
~
When you anointed me, with fists
it caused me a crown
When the points brought blood
you drew liquid red slashes
upon my downturned cheeks
Then you paraded me around the room
pulling me along by my matted hair
With each stumble, reminding me
that if I fell yet again
I wouldn't walk anymore that day
As fear would cause me to stay
down
The oddest part, including the other things
was how the lights were always on
and always during the day ...
~
When you anointed me, with fists
it caused me a crown
When the points brought blood
you drew liquid red slashes
upon my downturned cheeks
Then you paraded me around the room
pulling me along by my matted hair
With each stumble, reminding me
that if I fell yet again
I wouldn't walk anymore that day
As fear would cause me to stay
down
The oddest part, including the other things
was how the lights were always on
and always during the day ...
#abuse
#escape
412 reads
17 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
30th May 2024 00:27am
30th May 2024 00:27am
site emotional rapists - nonfiction
I read the messages
over and over,
laced with
cruel delight.
I mean,
I asked for it
I asked to get stabbed
to bleed out.
Well.
Sort of
He told me I was
fucked in the head.
That she wasn’t
there.
So I asked her if she was there.
And honey, she was.
He told her how sick it was that
I...
over and over,
laced with
cruel delight.
I mean,
I asked for it
I asked to get stabbed
to bleed out.
Well.
Sort of
He told me I was
fucked in the head.
That she wasn’t
there.
So I asked her if she was there.
And honey, she was.
He told her how sick it was that
I...
#abuse
#bullying
499 reads
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 1:15am
15th Dec 2024 1:15am
Child
I was a child
the brunt of jokes
too young to understand the laughter
torn between humiliation and need for attention
I was a child
defenseless, confused
too young to understand my body’s reactions
torn between shame and need for affection
I was a child
hiding, unprotected
too young to understand the rage was not my fault
torn between fear and need for acceptance
I was a child
hurt, neglected
too young
torn
I was a child.
.
the brunt of jokes
too young to understand the laughter
torn between humiliation and need for attention
I was a child
defenseless, confused
too young to understand my body’s reactions
torn between shame and need for affection
I was a child
hiding, unprotected
too young to understand the rage was not my fault
torn between fear and need for acceptance
I was a child
hurt, neglected
too young
torn
I was a child.
.
#abuse
#anger
#healing
168 reads
21 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
17th Sep 2022 2:54am
17th Sep 2022 2:54am
Ian
#sex
#abuse
#SelfWorth #risk
#SelfWorth #risk
434 reads
9 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Dec 2020 5:27am
7th Dec 2020 5:27am
Dark Star Child
Dark Star Child
I rode my bike along the neck of land on the eastern edge of Lake Pontchartrain. I breathed the salty air. The fading sunlight cast my shadow on the road. The Chef Menteur Highway near the Rigolets Pass was alive and humming with thousands of insects and seagulls cackling in a symphony that couldn’t be mimicked by man.
My bike light shone through the darkness, making me known to the drivers. Knowing that if a car came curving too far into the shoulder I could be killed made me quiver. Or maybe it was just the cool air rushing by my lithe, young...
I rode my bike along the neck of land on the eastern edge of Lake Pontchartrain. I breathed the salty air. The fading sunlight cast my shadow on the road. The Chef Menteur Highway near the Rigolets Pass was alive and humming with thousands of insects and seagulls cackling in a symphony that couldn’t be mimicked by man.
My bike light shone through the darkness, making me known to the drivers. Knowing that if a car came curving too far into the shoulder I could be killed made me quiver. Or maybe it was just the cool air rushing by my lithe, young...
#romantic
#abuse
#healing #risk
#healing #risk
551 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Abuse by Top Critiquers
