Poems About Violence Seeking Honest Critique
#violence
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 1:51am
16th Feb 2025 1:51am
when I’m nearly asleep
I hear the trains
rattling through the night
is never quiet
young men screaming and shouting and
fighting
on the street
I prefer to listen to
the trains
in the night
rattling through the night
is never quiet
young men screaming and shouting and
fighting
on the street
I prefer to listen to
the trains
in the night
#violence
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 6:52pm
6th Feb 2025 6:52pm
Gentle Nell
This is an excerpt from a book I'm writing. Any feedback on things like the readability of prose and enjoyability will be greatly appreciated!
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
#fiction
#historical
#prose #violence
#prose #violence
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PAR
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 12:44pm
5th Feb 2025 12:44pm
The misadventures of a lone ranger
A lost man wakes alone,
a relentless mighty knight fighting old soldiers
underneath the broken bridge
of Landscape.
He never thought they could hurt him.
He never foresaw the gang bang coming.
All those men were taking advantage of his body.
Many swords of attack penetrate his back.
He's been able to take them so many times
that I felt the urge to rhyme on it
like my pen is on fire.
#abuse
#humankind
#violence
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 7:44pm
3rd Feb 2025 7:44pm
The Misadventures Underneath the Bridge
A young man walks alone
Shirtless on a hot, muggy night
He's attacked by an older man underneath the Williamsburg Bridge
He thought the guy was going to kill him
Instead he was raped
He can't tell anyone
It's a secret between you, me & him
Don't tell anybody, okay?
He don't need to be stabbed in the rear anymore
He's been fucked dry enough times for me to write a poem about it!
Shirtless on a hot, muggy night
He's attacked by an older man underneath the Williamsburg Bridge
He thought the guy was going to kill him
Instead he was raped
He can't tell anyone
It's a secret between you, me & him
Don't tell anybody, okay?
He don't need to be stabbed in the rear anymore
He's been fucked dry enough times for me to write a poem about it!
#abuse
#city
#satirical
#sex
#violence
91 reads
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 8:45am
28th Jan 2025 8:45am
~cua cua
crabby
crustaceans parade
from highly salted
& pressurised mid-seas ..
inspired from the so
recent news …simmering
in bloodied human hunger..
towards
namesake summoned peace
treaties of the tricky capital..
wearing their trending
military-labelled terrorism ..
enroute the trading roguish
& pirating- the deadly silent Atlantic..
they had sumptuously drunk in their
quizzically coloured beverage.. that’s
ubiquitously smothering the seas
in nacreous rainbow
spills- those...
crustaceans parade
from highly salted
& pressurised mid-seas ..
inspired from the so
recent news …simmering
in bloodied human hunger..
towards
namesake summoned peace
treaties of the tricky capital..
wearing their trending
military-labelled terrorism ..
enroute the trading roguish
& pirating- the deadly silent Atlantic..
they had sumptuously drunk in their
quizzically coloured beverage.. that’s
ubiquitously smothering the seas
in nacreous rainbow
spills- those...
#animals
#CallToAction
#consumerism
#nature
#violence
106 reads
6 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 5:17am
28th Jan 2025 5:17am
This sounds fishy
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ WHAT I would like to do is have a intelligent conversation of right and wrong. For sure how many of us who have known, someone who has been killed by the blue 🧱 of silence over the years. 😔 For isn't it kind of strange, that those who were pardon and released mysteriously come to an unexpected crime of death,🤔 from the January six of the chaos and drama, that became world news around the world. 🌍 For here we go again another person was killed, by the blue wall 🧱 of silence. YET we can't...
#corruption
#deception
#HumanRights
#murder
#violence
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 10:21am
22nd Jan 2025 10:21am
His Pet Antelope
Valentines Day Massacre cumming all over your pie
In the form of a girl with pins through her eyes
She came from the south with a dimes worth of gas
Money on her mind and some dope shoved up her ass
Outside of Memphis her car was broken down
She shot a white cracker in the head, immediately left town
She was a Jehovah's witness before she gave him head
She was selling on the street, her funky hair was red
She shat in his mouth, and threw him on the bed
That's when she cut off his balls and glued them on his head
She stole his car, which...
In the form of a girl with pins through her eyes
She came from the south with a dimes worth of gas
Money on her mind and some dope shoved up her ass
Outside of Memphis her car was broken down
She shot a white cracker in the head, immediately left town
She was a Jehovah's witness before she gave him head
She was selling on the street, her funky hair was red
She shat in his mouth, and threw him on the bed
That's when she cut off his balls and glued them on his head
She stole his car, which...
#addiction
#fiction
#greed
#sex
#violence
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4 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 2:19pm
21st Jan 2025 2:19pm
Orange Felon
Orange Felon
As the story goes
It was 4 years ago
An orange felon with a pen
Wiped away all their sins
Cops were beaten down
With flagpoles bear spray and batons
Now those criminals go free
Where is the justice for the we
The police endorsed an orange felon
I don’t hear any outrage from them
I guess it’s ok if your on the orange side
If your not you must abide by the guide
Not even one day in the White House
As Elon gives a Roman salute not once but twice
Proud boys and...
As the story goes
It was 4 years ago
An orange felon with a pen
Wiped away all their sins
Cops were beaten down
With flagpoles bear spray and batons
Now those criminals go free
Where is the justice for the we
The police endorsed an orange felon
I don’t hear any outrage from them
I guess it’s ok if your on the orange side
If your not you must abide by the guide
Not even one day in the White House
As Elon gives a Roman salute not once but twice
Proud boys and...
#anger
#ignorance
#inequality
#shame
#violence
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 12:32pm
18th Jan 2025 12:32pm
It will drive you insane
My sister & I are chained to a steel bedpost
Every few hours my mother comes in and beats me with a fire poker
She then sends one of her boyfriends to kiss my sister and hit her with his belt
They've often told my sister & I that they love us
Once we get out of here, we'll get our revenge
I'll wait until there sleeping
I'll use that same poker and beat their brains in until there unconscious
Nothing smells like human brains
A thick, sweet smell
It will drive you insane
Every few hours my mother comes in and beats me with a fire poker
She then sends one of her boyfriends to kiss my sister and hit her with his belt
They've often told my sister & I that they love us
Once we get out of here, we'll get our revenge
I'll wait until there sleeping
I'll use that same poker and beat their brains in until there unconscious
Nothing smells like human brains
A thick, sweet smell
It will drive you insane
#dark
#family
#horror
#revenge
#violence
108 reads
8 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 3:16pm
15th Jan 2025 3:16pm
Fake Ass
What if we swapped that tiny
dancer in the music box,
For a stripper on a pole,
In the heat of intoxicated thoughts?
Drunk and jealousy, trust me,
don't mix,
Friction ignites where emotions twist.
Was it a fight over a customer’s gaze,
Or did beauty alone set
the stage ablaze?
I wasn't in her mind, so I couldn't know,
The tension that simmered,
ready to blow.
One stood on the side stage,
the other with a client,
Corona's in hand, the day shift riot, ...
dancer in the music box,
For a stripper on a pole,
In the heat of intoxicated thoughts?
Drunk and jealousy, trust me,
don't mix,
Friction ignites where emotions twist.
Was it a fight over a customer’s gaze,
Or did beauty alone set
the stage ablaze?
I wasn't in her mind, so I couldn't know,
The tension that simmered,
ready to blow.
One stood on the side stage,
the other with a client,
Corona's in hand, the day shift riot, ...
#anger
#conflict
#hate
#violence
#WritingPoetry
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 8:36pm
11th Jan 2025 8:36pm
Why Are Your Poems So Dark?
after Linda Pastan
You could psychologise, of course,
could tell them dad was mean to you,
that mummy took cocaine
and never made dinner on time.
Though maybe it’s gauche
to flaunt your childhood these days,
as if you’re just auditioning
to be the underdog
of some appalling talent show,
because in your heart you simply know
that you’re not good enough.
You think, perhaps, it’s merely this:
a strain of cynic in the blood,
a slanted sight, a faithlessness
that seeks its fellows out in art,
an ear...
You could psychologise, of course,
could tell them dad was mean to you,
that mummy took cocaine
and never made dinner on time.
Though maybe it’s gauche
to flaunt your childhood these days,
as if you’re just auditioning
to be the underdog
of some appalling talent show,
because in your heart you simply know
that you’re not good enough.
You think, perhaps, it’s merely this:
a strain of cynic in the blood,
a slanted sight, a faithlessness
that seeks its fellows out in art,
an ear...
#dark
#horror
#violence #WritingPoetry
#violence #WritingPoetry
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 6:57pm
11th Jan 2025 6:57pm
The Poison Bride
When the famous poetess passed out in her mashed potatoes on Christmas Eve, 1978, her husband rolled his eyes and her two children carried on glumly chewing. It was a semi-regular performance, the passing out act. George wondered how he'd ended up marrying the silly bitch.
Once on a literary tour, they'd been besieged by girls who seemed to regard him with envy for having such unfettered access to their mentally unstable idol. He'd happily switch places with any of them, or the middle-aged sad-sack men who worried at her ankles at luncheons. Two years ago, she'd had a brief...
Once on a literary tour, they'd been besieged by girls who seemed to regard him with envy for having such unfettered access to their mentally unstable idol. He'd happily switch places with any of them, or the middle-aged sad-sack men who worried at her ankles at luncheons. Two years ago, she'd had a brief...
#death
#marriage
#ShortStory #violence
#ShortStory #violence
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