Poems About Abuse by Top Critiquers
#abuse
faithmairee
Poem Published
10th Jun 2024 9:09pm
10th Jun 2024 9:09pm
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
226 reads
10 Comments
mysteriouslady
Poem Published
8th Aug 2023 5:48am
8th Aug 2023 5:48am
The Truth doesnt always Set you free.....
Ive been a victim, once again
when in the fuck will this ever end?
Ive been groped by a family members husband....
shes my bestie, my blood, my "sister"
What do you say? How does it come up?
I chose to hide it, shove it aside
Handle it, privately...be tough...
Told him Id kill him if he ever touched me again
Then that was it, yet I hear things of others
so why didnt I speak up?
A family member is dying
fuck cancer....
Sister called me...
when in the fuck will this ever end?
Ive been groped by a family members husband....
shes my bestie, my blood, my "sister"
What do you say? How does it come up?
I chose to hide it, shove it aside
Handle it, privately...be tough...
Told him Id kill him if he ever touched me again
Then that was it, yet I hear things of others
so why didnt I speak up?
A family member is dying
fuck cancer....
Sister called me...
#family
#abuse
#honesty
328 reads
16 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 5:45am
17th Nov 2024 5:45am
Broken Crayons - To My Friend Withers
To my friend Withers ..
The world is a canvas, vast and wide,
And we, like broken crayons, are tossed aside.
With edges cracked, our colours fade,
Yet still, we mark the paths we've made.
Once, we were untouched by sorrow,
Box of crayons, world of endless tomorrows,
Our colours danced across the sky,
Dreams so bright they seemed to fly.
But cruel hands cracked our wax,
Snapping edges, dulling tracks.
Still, we clung to what remained,
Even as our pieces scattered, stained.
Each mark etched deep within our soul, ...
The world is a canvas, vast and wide,
And we, like broken crayons, are tossed aside.
With edges cracked, our colours fade,
Yet still, we mark the paths we've made.
Once, we were untouched by sorrow,
Box of crayons, world of endless tomorrows,
Our colours danced across the sky,
Dreams so bright they seemed to fly.
But cruel hands cracked our wax,
Snapping edges, dulling tracks.
Still, we clung to what remained,
Even as our pieces scattered, stained.
Each mark etched deep within our soul, ...
#abuse
#emotional
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
64 reads
0 Comments
Ashleysworld
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 5:30am
8th Nov 2024 5:30am
Mother may I?
Mother may I go outside?
It's raining but I'll stay dry,
Mother may I have some dinner,
It's you I despise you're the sinner,
Up against the wall my back is turned,
The love you gave me it only burns,
I can't hide in my closet you'll look there first,
Under my bed is even worse,
You were always a bitch you were always mean,
You left your fingerprints at the crime scene,
Your abuse was emotional and physical too,
Mother I am done with you,
You abused me until I was an adult mother this is all your fault.
It's raining but I'll stay dry,
Mother may I have some dinner,
It's you I despise you're the sinner,
Up against the wall my back is turned,
The love you gave me it only burns,
I can't hide in my closet you'll look there first,
Under my bed is even worse,
You were always a bitch you were always mean,
You left your fingerprints at the crime scene,
Your abuse was emotional and physical too,
Mother I am done with you,
You abused me until I was an adult mother this is all your fault.
#abuse
#depression
#LifeStruggles
101 reads
8 Comments
TimWombles
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2022 5:56pm
23rd Dec 2022 5:56pm
Everyone is Broken
She's been broken.
Sexually abused.
No way to describe how her body's been used.
Look at her dead eyes.
No more tears for her cries.
See her looking down
Eyes to the ground.
No hope for the skies
She's been broken
Everybody's broken
We are all sisters or brothers
We need to look out for one another
If you see someone in need
Don't just watch them bleed
Sometimes all we need
Is a lifeline to be thown
The life you safe might be your own
Cause everybody's broken
He's been...
Sexually abused.
No way to describe how her body's been used.
Look at her dead eyes.
No more tears for her cries.
See her looking down
Eyes to the ground.
No hope for the skies
She's been broken
Everybody's broken
We are all sisters or brothers
We need to look out for one another
If you see someone in need
Don't just watch them bleed
Sometimes all we need
Is a lifeline to be thown
The life you safe might be your own
Cause everybody's broken
He's been...
#abuse
#drugs
#support
376 reads
0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
26th Jul 2022 9:58pm
26th Jul 2022 9:58pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 18: Into The Fire
#teens
#abuse
#bullying
#memories
#risk
406 reads
9 Comments
michaelslove2
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 8:32am
11th Nov 2024 8:32am
She's Hollow
She's Hollow”
Her first thought was then to pull out his left eye
with him screaming and clawing,
with him crying out “Why!!”
Her blank, hollow stare.
The blood beginning to flow.
He chained to a table with nowhere to go.
She then took the right arm amid heavy blood spatter
and then took the left, by now what did it matter?
He lashing and pleading,
“Honey, won't you please stop!!!”
So she took both his feet with a Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
We might ask of her reasons or is she just mad?
Slowly...
Her first thought was then to pull out his left eye
with him screaming and clawing,
with him crying out “Why!!”
Her blank, hollow stare.
The blood beginning to flow.
He chained to a table with nowhere to go.
She then took the right arm amid heavy blood spatter
and then took the left, by now what did it matter?
He lashing and pleading,
“Honey, won't you please stop!!!”
So she took both his feet with a Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
We might ask of her reasons or is she just mad?
Slowly...
#abuse
#dark
#horror
65 reads
4 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
219 reads
12 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 9:31pm
17th Oct 2024 9:31pm
Supernatural Rape Nightmare
Gracelynn woke to someone laughing.
A ghost stripped the helpless chick naked.
Poor Gracelynn woke up screaming.
A ghost stripped the helpless chick naked.
Poor Gracelynn woke up screaming.
#abuse
#fiction
#ghosts
#nightmares
#sex
96 reads
0 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 3:49pm
8th Jan 2019 3:49pm
Medusa: Furious Rapture
#abuse
#revenge
498 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 4:18am
8th Oct 2024 4:18am
Harmony Heaven
Harmony Montgomery
Was so pretty she didn’t sign up for this
Blue eyes with a smite that would melt your heart
Her (supposed) dad was a drug demon
She had to live all these nightmares
5 years old pretty as a penny
She suffered something I don’t want to see
5 years old looking for some Parents
Living in the back seat of an Oldsmobile
In a drug nightmare she shouldn’t see
Dad was a fuck up and Mom was missing
She’s being pounded beyond belief
I wish I...
Was so pretty she didn’t sign up for this
Blue eyes with a smite that would melt your heart
Her (supposed) dad was a drug demon
She had to live all these nightmares
5 years old pretty as a penny
She suffered something I don’t want to see
5 years old looking for some Parents
Living in the back seat of an Oldsmobile
In a drug nightmare she shouldn’t see
Dad was a fuck up and Mom was missing
She’s being pounded beyond belief
I wish I...
#abuse
#childhood
#murder
#rejection
#vulnerability
65 reads
0 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
Twilight's slave
I was sitting in my room so alone.
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
#childhood
#abuse
#SelfReflection
#suffering
#SelfWorth
681 reads
47 Comments
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