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.
The_Silly_Sibyl
Essex Boy
Essex Boy
Poem Published
29th Jul 2021 7:05pm
29th Jul 2021 7:05pm
Night School
The van pulled up in the car park of the large supermarket just outside town. It was past midnight and almost pitch dark, given the lack of streetlight, which had been shut off by the council after eleven as an energy-saving measure. The van was black and unmarked.
Its door slid open and five men jumped out, dragging a sixth behind them. They all wore black turtlenecks, jeans, trousers, and trainers, like fascist Blackshirts updated to the 1990s. The sixth was thrust by the scruff of his neck up against the closed door by a man with large upper arms and a permanent, sardonic...
Its door slid open and five men jumped out, dragging a sixth behind them. They all wore black turtlenecks, jeans, trousers, and trainers, like fascist Blackshirts updated to the 1990s. The sixth was thrust by the scruff of his neck up against the closed door by a man with large upper arms and a permanent, sardonic...
#violence
#scary
#fear
14 reads
3 Comments
Drieks
Poem Published
27th Jul 2021 3:33am
27th Jul 2021 3:33am
Milquetoast
Clothes still wet from the weather it had.
Mind’s still racing, should’ve known better than that.
I just stood there.
Frozen. Temps well above zero.
I just waited.
Chosen. Rep’s way below hero.
Can’t stop shaking man.
My heart can’t handle all these miles I ran.
I abandoned my friend...
Fuck!
My mind’s showing me every alternate outcome.
Every single one better than the one that I just ran out from.
I bet the cops are close. You know, the ones who were chasing.
I await knocks on the doors while hiding...
Mind’s still racing, should’ve known better than that.
I just stood there.
Frozen. Temps well above zero.
I just waited.
Chosen. Rep’s way below hero.
Can’t stop shaking man.
My heart can’t handle all these miles I ran.
I abandoned my friend...
Fuck!
My mind’s showing me every alternate outcome.
Every single one better than the one that I just ran out from.
I bet the cops are close. You know, the ones who were chasing.
I await knocks on the doors while hiding...
#anger
#children
#parent
#family
#violence
26 reads
3 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2021 9:17pm
23rd Jul 2021 9:17pm
Pins And Needles
#dark
#violence
#devil #drugs
#devil #drugs
37 reads
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
21st Jul 2021 7:31pm
21st Jul 2021 7:31pm
ATM
I slammed a few shots, and then dropped three dots
Everyone's in on the plot, it's time for the troops to move out
Fuck check points that's for a bitch without clout
My troops are about anything except running their motherfucking mouth
Tight lips is the only way to run a fucking ship
Wrap your minds around the mother lode and don't loose your grip
Every man do your fucking job, if this shit's a clock it had better be Swiss
The cross hairs comes with a guarantee that you can't even miss
Taking this shit straight at their ass, we know...
Everyone's in on the plot, it's time for the troops to move out
Fuck check points that's for a bitch without clout
My troops are about anything except running their motherfucking mouth
Tight lips is the only way to run a fucking ship
Wrap your minds around the mother lode and don't loose your grip
Every man do your fucking job, if this shit's a clock it had better be Swiss
The cross hairs comes with a guarantee that you can't even miss
Taking this shit straight at their ass, we know...
#violence
#death
24 reads
0 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
21st Jul 2021 6:07am
21st Jul 2021 6:07am
Groomed
Sometimes I wonder If I was your first girl to take from, the first innocence you ever stole.
I lie awake at night with all of my lights on, in fear that you will be there pulling me back into that darkness with you.
I count on all my fingers and toes all of the times you told me you loved me, and that what we were doing wasn't wrong.
I lie awake in fear that you will be hiding inside of every dark corner of my mind,
Waiting to strike.
I cry for the other girls who I do not know, but I know of. I cry for the young girl I was when we first met.
I cry...
I lie awake at night with all of my lights on, in fear that you will be there pulling me back into that darkness with you.
I count on all my fingers and toes all of the times you told me you loved me, and that what we were doing wasn't wrong.
I lie awake in fear that you will be hiding inside of every dark corner of my mind,
Waiting to strike.
I cry for the other girls who I do not know, but I know of. I cry for the young girl I was when we first met.
I cry...
#violence
#MeToo
#nonfiction
18 reads
0 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
21st Jul 2021 3:54am
21st Jul 2021 3:54am
Current Fashion/Business Killer
Anyone without the courage to
kill lacks the courage to live
More violence
More tin foil
more digits on the
cyclone of terror
Ferris wheels of death
the death of the west
someone’s last breath
Kevin was the best
until he got turned out on meth
trellises’ karaoke
I thought it was 8am,
but it was 8pm Sunday
evening
Olga was at it again and
I was choking down
another vodka, blazing
another bowl
9pm Sunday evening
...
kill lacks the courage to live
More violence
More tin foil
more digits on the
cyclone of terror
Ferris wheels of death
the death of the west
someone’s last breath
Kevin was the best
until he got turned out on meth
trellises’ karaoke
I thought it was 8am,
but it was 8pm Sunday
evening
Olga was at it again and
I was choking down
another vodka, blazing
another bowl
9pm Sunday evening
...
#courage
#murder
#violence
#death
#drugs
42 reads
2 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
14th Jul 2021 7:10pm
14th Jul 2021 7:10pm
Sexy
This is true fucking BDSM, bad dad and sick mom
This is what a child lives when their life goes off like a nuclear bomb
You live in the shadows, being seen or heard means pain
They say some days are sunny, you haven't seen anything but rain
At the drop of a hat shit can always go down
Life can go quickly from being ignore to getting pound
Your teacher once said light may be the fastest thing in existence
Evidently she never saw bad dad when something goes missing
No job, got fire, it was because of something you've done
The...
This is what a child lives when their life goes off like a nuclear bomb
You live in the shadows, being seen or heard means pain
They say some days are sunny, you haven't seen anything but rain
At the drop of a hat shit can always go down
Life can go quickly from being ignore to getting pound
Your teacher once said light may be the fastest thing in existence
Evidently she never saw bad dad when something goes missing
No job, got fire, it was because of something you've done
The...
#violence
#abuse
#manipulation
31 reads
0 Comments
Dreamboy
Poem Published
8th Jul 2021 5:39pm
8th Jul 2021 5:39pm
sky is black
#violence
#SelfReflection
#HumanRights
30 reads
2 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
30th Jun 2021 6:27pm
30th Jun 2021 6:27pm
Chaos Is More Than A Theory
The same old refrain
more misery and pain
Satanic seduction
equals more death and destruction
Polar ice melting by the tons
more people shot with guns
Everyday more hate anger and fear
along with pollution is being released in our atmosphere
I submit to you all of the above makes me weary
and that-Chaos Is More Than A Theory
more misery and pain
Satanic seduction
equals more death and destruction
Polar ice melting by the tons
more people shot with guns
Everyday more hate anger and fear
along with pollution is being released in our atmosphere
I submit to you all of the above makes me weary
and that-Chaos Is More Than A Theory
#violence
#oppression
#LifeStruggles
#pollution
#HumanRights
147 reads
2 Comments
senid
Poem Published
28th Jun 2021 8:17pm
28th Jun 2021 8:17pm
Definitions of hurt
Definitions of hurt
written March 14th, 2021
My story is not
of physical violence and love withheld.
My story
is of violation and love mixed together.
When love is defined that way
with things that don't leave marks
on a child afraid to cry
different definitions of hurt
are learned by the body - by my body.
You reach out to touch my pussy
I say, "Please don't hurt me"
you say, "I would never hurt you"
and then you touch me
pushing things into me
not understanding
that my body...
written March 14th, 2021
My story is not
of physical violence and love withheld.
My story
is of violation and love mixed together.
When love is defined that way
with things that don't leave marks
on a child afraid to cry
different definitions of hurt
are learned by the body - by my body.
You reach out to touch my pussy
I say, "Please don't hurt me"
you say, "I would never hurt you"
and then you touch me
pushing things into me
not understanding
that my body...
#violence
#abuse
43 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
24th Jun 2021 1:07am
24th Jun 2021 1:07am
The Russian Cartel (Chapter Two)
QUINTESSENTIAL TRIBECA LOFT
New York, New York
Marcus tossed and turned. He bolted to a sitting position, he reached under his pillow and grabbed his 357 and Glock he pulled the chamber back. He pointed both weapons in all directions around his darken bedroom. He inhaled slowing, inhaling, training his ears to listen to the surrounding sounds.
Marcus rested his weapons on his pillow and reached over; he turned on the bedside lamp. He slicked his hand back through his dread locks. He had a nagging suspicion some shit was about to blow up in the wind. He tossed...
New York, New York
Marcus tossed and turned. He bolted to a sitting position, he reached under his pillow and grabbed his 357 and Glock he pulled the chamber back. He pointed both weapons in all directions around his darken bedroom. He inhaled slowing, inhaling, training his ears to listen to the surrounding sounds.
Marcus rested his weapons on his pillow and reached over; he turned on the bedside lamp. He slicked his hand back through his dread locks. He had a nagging suspicion some shit was about to blow up in the wind. He tossed...
#corruption
#violence
#politics #revenge
#politics #revenge
42 reads
23 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2021 7:29pm
22nd Jun 2021 7:29pm
The Russian Cartel (Chapter One)
FBI HEADQUARTERS
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York
Early Morning Briefing
“Okay ladies and gentlemen, I need everyone to listen up and pay close attention, this briefing will get underway momentarily.”
Marcus lifted his laser pointer.
“Director Modarius, this is the second briefing within a week.”
Marcus placed his laser pointer back down on the podium; he rested his forearms on the wooden stand and leaned his upper torso forward.
“Ladies and gentlemen, as FBI Federal...
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York
Early Morning Briefing
“Okay ladies and gentlemen, I need everyone to listen up and pay close attention, this briefing will get underway momentarily.”
Marcus lifted his laser pointer.
“Director Modarius, this is the second briefing within a week.”
Marcus placed his laser pointer back down on the podium; he rested his forearms on the wooden stand and leaned his upper torso forward.
“Ladies and gentlemen, as FBI Federal...
#corruption
#violence
#politics #prison
#politics #prison
66 reads
21 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems about Violence
