Poems About Violence Seeking Friendly Advice
#violence
Nixprty
Poem Published
8th Jun 2024 7:27pm
8th Jun 2024 7:27pm
Craving Violence
I got 8 teeth pulled at a very young age,
I remember feeling them slip from my gums as my bones creaked and cracked.
The dentist held up my bloody teeth and said to me,
Wow I’ve never seen roots so big and long on a child!
I watched him admire my bloody tooth,
I felt oddly proud.
He gave me my teeth in a little box,
They shook around in their case the whole way home.
I once got a fight with a kid 3 grades above me,
He hit his knuckles into the right side of my mouth.
I felt the metal of...
I remember feeling them slip from my gums as my bones creaked and cracked.
The dentist held up my bloody teeth and said to me,
Wow I’ve never seen roots so big and long on a child!
I watched him admire my bloody tooth,
I felt oddly proud.
He gave me my teeth in a little box,
They shook around in their case the whole way home.
I once got a fight with a kid 3 grades above me,
He hit his knuckles into the right side of my mouth.
I felt the metal of...
#childhood
#MentalHealth
#violence
160 reads
2 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
29th May 2024 6:28pm
29th May 2024 6:28pm
Sexual Rage
#anger
#erotic
#sex #violence
#sex #violence
21 reads
5 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
20th May 2024 10:09pm
20th May 2024 10:09pm
Come and See
I’m the dimly lit alley,
the grit born of the sidewalks and
asphalt, an uneasy feeling, a city breeze
that whispers something bad is going
to happen
Come and see…
the grit born of the sidewalks and
asphalt, an uneasy feeling, a city breeze
that whispers something bad is going
to happen
Come and see…
#anger
#city
#violence
16 reads
7 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
7th May 2024 6:42pm
7th May 2024 6:42pm
Sex and violence
The paradoxical bipolarity of sex
amuses me to the point of giddy
supplication, playfully begging for a
taste of that sweet pink tenderness
undulating beneath me
It amazes me in the yin and yang
of it, the commingling of soft and hard,
gentle warm breath with suckling soft
as butterfly kisses and tongue swirls
that light a clit on fire
Or the pounding thrusts of pelvic
slamming while hands squeeze the
neck with strength and the authority
of control, a duality of dominance
and submission
I would be...
amuses me to the point of giddy
supplication, playfully begging for a
taste of that sweet pink tenderness
undulating beneath me
It amazes me in the yin and yang
of it, the commingling of soft and hard,
gentle warm breath with suckling soft
as butterfly kisses and tongue swirls
that light a clit on fire
Or the pounding thrusts of pelvic
slamming while hands squeeze the
neck with strength and the authority
of control, a duality of dominance
and submission
I would be...
#sex
#violence
26 reads
16 Comments
fieryangelsouljia
M6rr6g6n
M6rr6g6n
Poem Published
4th May 2024 00:18am
4th May 2024 00:18am
Ask Her
14 years ago there was a 13yr old girl. She became heavily invested in anatomy books and began reading grisly material no 13yr old girl should have had any interest in.
She read these things not because she was actually interested in becoming a doctor, but because she needed to know where the major arteries on the human body were. She became very interested in knives.
Ask why that 13yr old girl felt the need to do this. Ask her what it was like standing over his bed with a knife. Ask her what went through her head when the gravity of what she was about to do hit her...
She read these things not because she was actually interested in becoming a doctor, but because she needed to know where the major arteries on the human body were. She became very interested in knives.
Ask why that 13yr old girl felt the need to do this. Ask her what it was like standing over his bed with a knife. Ask her what went through her head when the gravity of what she was about to do hit her...
#abuse
#HumanRights
#MentalHealth
#MeToo
#violence
238 reads
1 Comment
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
20th Apr 2024 00:03am
20th Apr 2024 00:03am
Nine
I remember my first act of violence
outside of the home that is
I just wanted to feel what it was like to win
so I prayed upon the weak
I don't remember feeling anything
but there were lessons
witnesses reported my crime and
punishment soon followed
A few well placed words and alligator
tears found my sentence commuted
under the noses of the gullible
I learned there is always a way out
I was nine years old
outside of the home that is
I just wanted to feel what it was like to win
so I prayed upon the weak
I don't remember feeling anything
but there were lessons
witnesses reported my crime and
punishment soon followed
A few well placed words and alligator
tears found my sentence commuted
under the noses of the gullible
I learned there is always a way out
I was nine years old
#manipulation
#violence
14 reads
13 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
28th Mar 2024 6:04pm
28th Mar 2024 6:04pm
A Thousand Times
#dark
#violence
#fiction
19 reads
8 Comments
DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
10th Feb 2024 9:46pm
10th Feb 2024 9:46pm
Messenger Of Grief
Showing up unannounced
to deliver grim news
it is the worst part of the job
speaking of things
that will break them
for a lifetime
And those that have no answers
haunt and gnaw at you,
knowing that if that one piece of the puzzle
could be discovered
they could have closure
and as pained as they will always be,
they would never have to wonder
who it was that silenced that person they loved
Some embrace me,
after it sinks in,
steadying themselves
from being sucked into the depths
of that...
to deliver grim news
it is the worst part of the job
speaking of things
that will break them
for a lifetime
And those that have no answers
haunt and gnaw at you,
knowing that if that one piece of the puzzle
could be discovered
they could have closure
and as pained as they will always be,
they would never have to wonder
who it was that silenced that person they loved
Some embrace me,
after it sinks in,
steadying themselves
from being sucked into the depths
of that...
#violence
#death
#escape #responsibility
#escape #responsibility
229 reads
2 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
25th Jan 2024 7:17pm
25th Jan 2024 7:17pm
Funny What Sticks With You
As the fires burned
the sweet stench of diesel fuel
and human flesh infiltrated my senses.
The corpses of families strewn about,
decapitated children lying there
like broken dolls.
This was not their war.
Too long in the dirt boys,
sweat made mud and strangers
blood is painted on me.
I’ll be a macabre multilayered
masterpiece before we’re through.
I didn’t know some things would
never wash off.
the sweet stench of diesel fuel
and human flesh infiltrated my senses.
The corpses of families strewn about,
decapitated children lying there
like broken dolls.
This was not their war.
Too long in the dirt boys,
sweat made mud and strangers
blood is painted on me.
I’ll be a macabre multilayered
masterpiece before we’re through.
I didn’t know some things would
never wash off.
#violence
#war
#respect
94 reads
4 Comments
gothnebula
NG
NG
Poem Published
13th Jan 2024 4:52pm
13th Jan 2024 4:52pm
A fragile doll
My nails dig your flesh
I moan like a bitch
You insult me
You treat me badly
I’m a fragile doll in a storm of violence
I moan like a bitch
You insult me
You treat me badly
I’m a fragile doll in a storm of violence
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#violence
#orgasm
382 reads
1 Comment
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
4th Jan 2024 6:50pm
4th Jan 2024 6:50pm
Knot what you had in mind.
#erotic
#violence
#BDSM
232 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2024 2:14am
2nd Jan 2024 2:14am
Sacred Space
Sacred Space
He is a priest not a soldier
Not in the line of fire
Christ wasn’t trying to start a revolution
And neither is he.
Sons of Spanish explorers
Kneel beside daughters with calloused hands
From picking coffee beans
When the sun dawns
Until Sol falls to his knees
And sinks like the parishioners
In humble obeisance
So those of African descent lend their ear
To absorb this lesson so long coming
For their ancestors who wore chains
But now gaze from the pulpit
As ghosts in the genes ...
He is a priest not a soldier
Not in the line of fire
Christ wasn’t trying to start a revolution
And neither is he.
Sons of Spanish explorers
Kneel beside daughters with calloused hands
From picking coffee beans
When the sun dawns
Until Sol falls to his knees
And sinks like the parishioners
In humble obeisance
So those of African descent lend their ear
To absorb this lesson so long coming
For their ancestors who wore chains
But now gaze from the pulpit
As ghosts in the genes ...
#love
#violence
#Africa
#religion
#peace
217 reads
3 Comments
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