Poems about Violence
#violence
Poems about violence, the destructive force of physical behaviour intended to hurt, damage, or kill someone or something. Here you'll find poems about violence between individuals, groups and in society as a whole. Poetry dealing with violence can be confrontational and emotional, exploring the effects of violence on victims and loved ones.
Orc_Pirate_68
Bumped Yesterday 4:50am
14th Apr 2019 9:36pm
14th Apr 2019 9:36pm
War
It is a new dawn,
I arrive here in spawn,
Wrench in hand,
Prepared to go searching for that metal, scant.
My army finally arrives,
Dancing, drinking, and enjoying their last moments before fighting for their lives.
Cooped up, like bulls in a bullpen,
"Mission begins in 10..."
Voice booming over the loudspeaker,
The countdown begins, familiar,
"5...4...3...2...1...Begin!"
Running out of our spawn, a team of mercenaries, of assassins.
Some run straight to the front lines,
Some run out to the map's...
I arrive here in spawn,
Wrench in hand,
Prepared to go searching for that metal, scant.
My army finally arrives,
Dancing, drinking, and enjoying their last moments before fighting for their lives.
Cooped up, like bulls in a bullpen,
"Mission begins in 10..."
Voice booming over the loudspeaker,
The countdown begins, familiar,
"5...4...3...2...1...Begin!"
Running out of our spawn, a team of mercenaries, of assassins.
Some run straight to the front lines,
Some run out to the map's...
#loneliness
#hope
#soldiers
#violence
#war
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Pigeonheart
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:11am
Yesterday 4:11am
Love Dog
Dive with your jaws open;
anticipate his ability
to double back snapping
a hair’s width
from your wind-splayed ear.
Soar over his upturned underbelly
and peddling hind quarters
before he rises from
a clumsy about-face
that didn’t work out well.
Your instinct blitzes,
is a sun-tipped
acetylene torch
needling through
a choke-chain.
Forget about the cockpit,
remember the fang.
You have already memorized
the red cross on his tail fin
because you painted
it there yourself ...
anticipate his ability
to double back snapping
a hair’s width
from your wind-splayed ear.
Soar over his upturned underbelly
and peddling hind quarters
before he rises from
a clumsy about-face
that didn’t work out well.
Your instinct blitzes,
is a sun-tipped
acetylene torch
needling through
a choke-chain.
Forget about the cockpit,
remember the fang.
You have already memorized
the red cross on his tail fin
because you painted
it there yourself ...
#violence
#power
9 reads
Urbanwordsmith
Poem Published
18th Apr 2019 4:19pm
18th Apr 2019 4:19pm
City streets
City streets
Gritty city streets each one unique, where only strong survive and bullies prey on the weak,
They are where I cut my teeth, the original outcome looked bleak got involved in the drug trade early living week to week .
I look around now a lot of shit has changed most of these kids want notoriety and the name, quick to use a gun or a knife instead of their brain. They see older heads, flash clothes and cars talking about moving weight, not ounces but keys and bars.
Failed by the system , dragged into gang friction ,some never had a choice it was a...
Gritty city streets each one unique, where only strong survive and bullies prey on the weak,
They are where I cut my teeth, the original outcome looked bleak got involved in the drug trade early living week to week .
I look around now a lot of shit has changed most of these kids want notoriety and the name, quick to use a gun or a knife instead of their brain. They see older heads, flash clothes and cars talking about moving weight, not ounces but keys and bars.
Failed by the system , dragged into gang friction ,some never had a choice it was a...
#murder
#violence
#oppression
#LifeStruggles
#poverty
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Zombee_Kat
Zombee Kat
Zombee Kat
Poem Published
16th Apr 2019 9:49am
16th Apr 2019 9:49am
Vicious Love
#love
#dark
#violence
#greed
#suffering
34 reads
2 Comments
BeautyQueen00
Queen Kawaii
Queen Kawaii
Poem Published
8th Apr 2019 1:09am
8th Apr 2019 1:09am
An ode to Nipsey hussle
Nipsey hussle...
A man of his words...
Black, 30 something year old who ran his own shop...
In south central los angeles.....
he was loved by many...
even though i dont know much about the dude...
he was a good-looking man, so promising yet so full of perspective....
I wish i could prevent this from happening like a detective...
so, tonight as i write this and lay this down..
i hope you find it enchanting all around town....
A man of his words...
Black, 30 something year old who ran his own shop...
In south central los angeles.....
he was loved by many...
even though i dont know much about the dude...
he was a good-looking man, so promising yet so full of perspective....
I wish i could prevent this from happening like a detective...
so, tonight as i write this and lay this down..
i hope you find it enchanting all around town....
#violence
#death
#tragedy
42 reads
2 Comments
BabydoII
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2019 10:39pm
2nd Apr 2019 10:39pm
Checkmate.
#lust
#erotic
#violence #BDSM
#violence #BDSM
268 reads
5 Comments
RafaeldJdS010
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2019 11:02am
23rd Mar 2019 11:02am
That's Us
Mass destruction and mass construction,
Mass production and mass consumption,
Mass seduction and mass reproduction,
Mass control and mass ignorance."
Mass production and mass consumption,
Mass seduction and mass reproduction,
Mass control and mass ignorance."
#violence
#politics
#war #ignorance
#war #ignorance
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David_Macleod
Bumped 22nd Mar 2019 00:17am
16th Mar 2019 9:47pm
16th Mar 2019 9:47pm
COURTYARD COURTING
#lust
#murder
#violence #dirty
#violence #dirty
260 reads
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theEgoEffect
Poem Published
19th Mar 2019 5:52am
19th Mar 2019 5:52am
hazey
each breath flows like erotic prose
at the inhale you condense heavy air
muscles contract as the mind reacts
electric impulse pulses the tempest
hazy peripheral to visceral cognizance
at the exhale the body blindly assails
tunnel vision to frontal lobe precision
now dominant, prominent before eyes
profuse sweat slippage, whet the threat
subdominant in diatonic subatomic motion
don't fret, reset the beta to remotion
hyper-flex the hips, hyperextend the limbs
win-win, winner takes all, loser learns to crawl
slap...
at the inhale you condense heavy air
muscles contract as the mind reacts
electric impulse pulses the tempest
hazy peripheral to visceral cognizance
at the exhale the body blindly assails
tunnel vision to frontal lobe precision
now dominant, prominent before eyes
profuse sweat slippage, whet the threat
subdominant in diatonic subatomic motion
don't fret, reset the beta to remotion
hyper-flex the hips, hyperextend the limbs
win-win, winner takes all, loser learns to crawl
slap...
#violence
#music
#dance #sensual
#dance #sensual
130 reads
6 Comments
blinkers55
Poem Published
12th Mar 2019 6:15am
12th Mar 2019 6:15am
The Life
a prison harmonica plays the blues
chewing tobacco he chews
etched on skin prison tattoos
in with ma Bloods my ink accused
victims get abused and used
often get bruised and accused
I am a purp who's amused
the mark is defused
comps are taken
the weak are shakin
make no mistakin
yo ma bitch
don't be bitchin
dare not snitch
wounds need stitchin
dead in a ditch
bleeding
its the meth you misuse
topped up with the booze
It's a life that you choose
so you choose and you lose
your...
chewing tobacco he chews
etched on skin prison tattoos
in with ma Bloods my ink accused
victims get abused and used
often get bruised and accused
I am a purp who's amused
the mark is defused
comps are taken
the weak are shakin
make no mistakin
yo ma bitch
don't be bitchin
dare not snitch
wounds need stitchin
dead in a ditch
bleeding
its the meth you misuse
topped up with the booze
It's a life that you choose
so you choose and you lose
your...
#violence
#prison
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Xaphan
Poem Published
8th Mar 2019 3:21pm
8th Mar 2019 3:21pm
Cities In Flames (Fear)
(The Wrath and The Fear)
Consuming flames, of molotov cocktails, are borne from latent embers
Inside the burning metropolises will be the skulking anarchist pretenders
The renegade brigades, with their middle fingers raised, will run amok
It might be their time tomorrow to worry and intimidate the placid flock
Ending the days of law and order, they'll hide under the hood and mask
Self-righteous firebrands, fanning wrath and fear, is their egocentric task
In tomorrow's hours their movement will stake their unfounded claims
Nothing will be...
Consuming flames, of molotov cocktails, are borne from latent embers
Inside the burning metropolises will be the skulking anarchist pretenders
The renegade brigades, with their middle fingers raised, will run amok
It might be their time tomorrow to worry and intimidate the placid flock
Ending the days of law and order, they'll hide under the hood and mask
Self-righteous firebrands, fanning wrath and fear, is their egocentric task
In tomorrow's hours their movement will stake their unfounded claims
Nothing will be...
#anger
#violence
#despair
496 reads
Ashtal_Leb_Azure
Poem Published
6th Mar 2019 8:36am
6th Mar 2019 8:36am
Used to it
Unpleasant.
Bitter and tasteless.
A monochrome world
Nothing but black and white.
Relentless Breathing.
Lazy nights.
Surviving days.
Such troublesome.
There's nothing I can do about it.
There's nothing new about it.
There's nothing about it.
Lonely nights are sane.
Suffer from violence are sane.
Yet, I'm going insane.
I'm used to it.
Harm? I'm used to it.
Loneliness? I'm used to it.
Taking blame? I'm used to it.
Arts are lifeless
Partners are fake ...
Bitter and tasteless.
A monochrome world
Nothing but black and white.
Relentless Breathing.
Lazy nights.
Surviving days.
Such troublesome.
There's nothing I can do about it.
There's nothing new about it.
There's nothing about it.
Lonely nights are sane.
Suffer from violence are sane.
Yet, I'm going insane.
I'm used to it.
Harm? I'm used to it.
Loneliness? I'm used to it.
Taking blame? I'm used to it.
Arts are lifeless
Partners are fake ...
#dark
#violence
#death
#TruthOfLife
#suffering
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