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.
Blackwolf
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:45am
Yesterday 4:45am
We Do Voodoo
Bitch I Got An Itch To Stitch Your Lips Together
So You Cannot Mutter What You Wish To Utter
Your Deception Has Been Received With Perception
Of Your Lies No Surprise I Await Your Cringing Cries
So You Cannot Mutter What You Wish To Utter
Your Deception Has Been Received With Perception
Of Your Lies No Surprise I Await Your Cringing Cries
#violence
#power
#politics
#freedom
#rebellion
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Billy_Snagg
Snaggy
Snaggy
Poem Published
17th Jan 2021 7:31pm
17th Jan 2021 7:31pm
Heathrow Airport [PaDenSt]
(Written on Friday, April, 5th, 1985) {Duration - 10 minutes: 29 seconds}
(Keyboard sounds mimicking crows fluttering over the runway)
DEN: (Drunken flight gate announcer)
Errr, plane from gate 8 for New York leaving at 14:00 hours.
(Car horns sounding throughout)
Plane, New York, gate...don't know, leaving at 08:00 hours.
(Said with 'pinched nose' voice)
Plane from New York, leaving at gate 6, 0800 hours.
Leaving at gate 6, 0800 houuurrrzz.
Leaving at gate 6, 0800 hourz.
...
(Keyboard sounds mimicking crows fluttering over the runway)
DEN: (Drunken flight gate announcer)
Errr, plane from gate 8 for New York leaving at 14:00 hours.
(Car horns sounding throughout)
Plane, New York, gate...don't know, leaving at 08:00 hours.
(Said with 'pinched nose' voice)
Plane from New York, leaving at gate 6, 0800 hours.
Leaving at gate 6, 0800 houuurrrzz.
Leaving at gate 6, 0800 hourz.
...
#dark
#violence
#travel
#Britain
#risk
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2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
17th Jan 2021 00:09am
17th Jan 2021 00:09am
amerika shows it's LOVE on 6th of January 2021....(sequel in the making)
prime of life
prime of the life
(prime of yOur life )
prime life, o,
primary life (a life unspoken,
unheard).
the heroes, of a sudden, take on
the visage of demons. (Will
ever again we know who's who (is that?).
Time to look up the signal. The signal signalling
distress (more a'like a d i s t r u s t ). Untrustworthy
dust'storms in oklahoma.....1920 white riots rock OkCity,
killing/lynching blacks, burning their neightborhoods, wit
no'countability.
McVeigh wipes out full...
prime of the life
(prime of yOur life )
prime life, o,
primary life (a life unspoken,
unheard).
the heroes, of a sudden, take on
the visage of demons. (Will
ever again we know who's who (is that?).
Time to look up the signal. The signal signalling
distress (more a'like a d i s t r u s t ). Untrustworthy
dust'storms in oklahoma.....1920 white riots rock OkCity,
killing/lynching blacks, burning their neightborhoods, wit
no'countability.
McVeigh wipes out full...
#anger
#violence
#politics
#America
#CallToAction
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7 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
12th Jan 2021 00:19am
12th Jan 2021 00:19am
Insurrection Blues
Thousands of people stormed the Capitol with guns, bombs and zip ties
all bc they believe Trump's voter suppression lies
Hoping to pull off a B&E without any repercussions
about that they needed to have more discussions
Because now they're on the FBI's most wanted list
being arrested even when they physically resist
On the way to jail they wail and moan
about a failed coup attempt in hopes for Biden to be dethroned
These idiots were returning to their Village
to live a life of White Privilege
But Queen Karma...
all bc they believe Trump's voter suppression lies
Hoping to pull off a B&E without any repercussions
about that they needed to have more discussions
Because now they're on the FBI's most wanted list
being arrested even when they physically resist
On the way to jail they wail and moan
about a failed coup attempt in hopes for Biden to be dethroned
These idiots were returning to their Village
to live a life of White Privilege
But Queen Karma...
#violence
#politics
#racism #rebellion
#racism #rebellion
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
9th Jan 2021 8:32pm
9th Jan 2021 8:32pm
"I Won. I Won! Really. I Won. Now, Kill the Non-Believers!
Looky here Looky there
it's
a January blizzardo right
here
in florid Floridio! Who'da
cou'lda
I m a g i n e d ?
and the wynde is a'whippin',
and the slippers is a slippin'
and the shovels be scrapin'
all over this rigid concretism.
And.....some old fucker's gonna
get that pneumonia bug,
and fuckin' die.
Hmmm....."where have all the Covids
gone? such a long time passin'."
The Covidians is waitin'...
it's
a January blizzardo right
here
in florid Floridio! Who'da
cou'lda
I m a g i n e d ?
and the wynde is a'whippin',
and the slippers is a slippin'
and the shovels be scrapin'
all over this rigid concretism.
And.....some old fucker's gonna
get that pneumonia bug,
and fuckin' die.
Hmmm....."where have all the Covids
gone? such a long time passin'."
The Covidians is waitin'...
#anger
#violence
#evil
#devil
#scary
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2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
8th Jan 2021 4:06am
8th Jan 2021 4:06am
There's a Blight At The End of The Funnel
AKA: The Decline of The USofA-------& it just might fall
********************
I sup'pose it be said that NoThing lasts For-Ever.
Brings to mind Germany
in the early 1930's
Then, on January 6th, 2021 a.d.
Storm the Capitol. Bust shit up.
Run Amok, as per The Right Run Riot.
Brings to mind Germany
in the early 1930's
Right Run Riot
(The Right Seizes The Right To Run Riot)
(No peaceful protest for Proud Boys, White Supremacy, neo-Nazi assholes). ...
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I sup'pose it be said that NoThing lasts For-Ever.
Brings to mind Germany
in the early 1930's
Then, on January 6th, 2021 a.d.
Storm the Capitol. Bust shit up.
Run Amok, as per The Right Run Riot.
Brings to mind Germany
in the early 1930's
Right Run Riot
(The Right Seizes The Right To Run Riot)
(No peaceful protest for Proud Boys, White Supremacy, neo-Nazi assholes). ...
#anger
#violence
#America
#racism
#morality
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1 Comment
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
7th Jan 2021 2:45am
7th Jan 2021 2:45am
Pupils Equal And Reactive to Light
Hi, folks. I wrote this in reaction to the events of this day, which will live in infamy, January 6th of 2021, the day that insurrectionists, fueled and emboldened by the lies and misdirection of a megalomaniacal autocrat, desperate to hold the reins of power, stormed the Capitol building in a lunatic attempt to overthrow the democratic process. During the violence, a woman as yet unnamed was shot and killed, who fired the fatal bullet is also as yet unknown. In a democracy, we decide upon our leadership by the process of voting and accept the results of that electoral race. Protest is an...
#corruption
#violence
#America
#tragedy
#deception
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Stoney223
Poem Published
6th Jan 2021 1:51am
6th Jan 2021 1:51am
THROUGH EYES OF INNOCENCE
What does a child see through there eyes when they look at the world ? Through innocence eyes of innocent visions that see nothing wrong with the world or it's peoples. What does a child think subconsciously about how things work and don't work ? Do they realize and think about how much the whole world, has changed right before there eyes through the eyes of a child. What does a child feel when they look at the news on the television ? As they see people being murdered in cold blood and it later becomes a cover up, by the blue wall of silence just to hide the fact of the truth behind the...
#murder
#violence
#war
#death
#LifeStruggles
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4 Comments
raconteur
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 4:36am
5th Jan 2021 4:36am
three bellicose moments (of movements at maximum volume) (XVI/C)
August 1982, Western West Virginia
expensive whitewalls
kick
up brownclouds where
salt of the
earth meets
dirt poor. the
eldest son
has come back
to show off what
his i've-made-it peacocking
made him
buy: coupe de ville, baby. status
symbol to
shove down the throats
of the
simple folk he
left
behind to chase
his...
expensive whitewalls
kick
up brownclouds where
salt of the
earth meets
dirt poor. the
eldest son
has come back
to show off what
his i've-made-it peacocking
made him
buy: coupe de ville, baby. status
symbol to
shove down the throats
of the
simple folk he
left
behind to chase
his...
#children
#family
#violence #abuse
#violence #abuse
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9 Comments
OG-Poetry
Bumped 31st Dec 2020 00:22am
24th Apr 2020 11:45pm
24th Apr 2020 11:45pm
2nd Amendment.. “Flipped”
A boy and a man meet on a street..
on a corner they stand shoe to shoe,
on his hip the man proudly displays “amendment number two”,
the boy pulls a gun and robs the man and now the boy has two..
the boy shouts “up da money ol man or I’ll bust “two” caps in you!!”,
the frightened man hands over his cash and the kid says “this will do!!”,
my Dad has gone my brother is hungry
and there is no money in school!”
A gun displayed or on your hip in this crazy “sign of the times”..
may of cost you a half stack or more but now it’s not worth a...
on a corner they stand shoe to shoe,
on his hip the man proudly displays “amendment number two”,
the boy pulls a gun and robs the man and now the boy has two..
the boy shouts “up da money ol man or I’ll bust “two” caps in you!!”,
the frightened man hands over his cash and the kid says “this will do!!”,
my Dad has gone my brother is hungry
and there is no money in school!”
A gun displayed or on your hip in this crazy “sign of the times”..
may of cost you a half stack or more but now it’s not worth a...
#violence
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12 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
30th Dec 2020 4:43am
30th Dec 2020 4:43am
'Till the Room Starts to Burn......
#anger
#lust
#erotic #violence
#erotic #violence
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3 Comments
DoveDzieciolowski
Poem Published
28th Dec 2020 1:33pm
28th Dec 2020 1:33pm
the oracle
the surreal is incurable--it might open
where i feel temporary,
where the whole world flashes
like moss learning nude verse,
and impart on the being like a festival of lanterns
at first light and now tiresome.
perhaps--i
like an oracle in the throes of ice
and the unborn veil--
try on forgetting
the drusen working under
the emaciation of the widely known
wherein under each new stone i thrive,
and the opal i’d eat out of an owl’s heart
is the freakish opulence--
a sad button of the...
where i feel temporary,
where the whole world flashes
like moss learning nude verse,
and impart on the being like a festival of lanterns
at first light and now tiresome.
perhaps--i
like an oracle in the throes of ice
and the unborn veil--
try on forgetting
the drusen working under
the emaciation of the widely known
wherein under each new stone i thrive,
and the opal i’d eat out of an owl’s heart
is the freakish opulence--
a sad button of the...
#dark
#violence
#death
#philosophical
#surreal
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