Least Read Poems About Violence
#violence
yelluw_always
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 7:17pm
28th Dec 2018 7:17pm
Some Cure
I could, I could point
to all the sweet nothings
until you’re not the nerves
of that void that you can’t feel
beyond Fingertips Ct.
signs staked in the t-folds: “Dead End”
If I would, I could handle
your prophecy in test tubes
each bubbles newborn:
|Abstract||Pinch-able||Impossible|
and you’ll sit in all of the waiting rooms
twiddling for the pH balance of headlines
A tower shown has a trickle-down
scene of falling hands in versions
of the rain, snow, the...
to all the sweet nothings
until you’re not the nerves
of that void that you can’t feel
beyond Fingertips Ct.
signs staked in the t-folds: “Dead End”
If I would, I could handle
your prophecy in test tubes
each bubbles newborn:
|Abstract||Pinch-able||Impossible|
and you’ll sit in all of the waiting rooms
twiddling for the pH balance of headlines
A tower shown has a trickle-down
scene of falling hands in versions
of the rain, snow, the...
#violence
#politics
#war
#MentalHealth
#disability
16 reads
4 Comments
Diaryofabasketcase
Poem Published
21st Apr 2024 6:55pm
21st Apr 2024 6:55pm
Date Night
#dark
#regret
#sadness
#shame
#violence
24 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:10am
Yesterday 00:10am
Video Nasties
a horror story
1989
After he killed her, he returned her library books.
They were piled on a stand by Mary-Anne's armchair, which faced the walnut-encased television set. John liked to watch his videotapes on that, and now with her gone, he'd be able to more often.
If you get away with it...
I will, he snapped back in his thoughts. He shovelled the books into a bag, but not before one last disgusted grimace at them. The Sheikh's English Bride. The Millionaire's Harlot. Love on Ward 7. Kissing in the Common Room. She had no taste, no...
1989
After he killed her, he returned her library books.
They were piled on a stand by Mary-Anne's armchair, which faced the walnut-encased television set. John liked to watch his videotapes on that, and now with her gone, he'd be able to more often.
If you get away with it...
I will, he snapped back in his thoughts. He shovelled the books into a bag, but not before one last disgusted grimace at them. The Sheikh's English Bride. The Millionaire's Harlot. Love on Ward 7. Kissing in the Common Room. She had no taste, no...
#evil
#horror
#ShortStory #violence
#ShortStory #violence
33 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 8:29pm
23rd Apr 2024 8:29pm
God's honest truth
As she lays in the hospital bed dying,
i have great sadness that my wife of 35 years is at death's door
There was so much more that we could have done together
My only regret is that I never hit her
That's the one thing I would do if I had to do it all over again
i have great sadness that my wife of 35 years is at death's door
There was so much more that we could have done together
My only regret is that I never hit her
That's the one thing I would do if I had to do it all over again
#death
#marriage
#regret
#sadness
#violence
40 reads
8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 10:12am
21st Mar 2024 10:12am
Kiss Them Goodbye
#violence
#death
#school
#fire
#God
45 reads
10 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Mar 2024 12:56pm
26th Mar 2024 12:56pm
Twitch of the Death Nerve
#loneliness
#women
#violence
#fiction
#MentalHealth
53 reads
10 Comments
Cen
Rakhi Rudra
Rakhi Rudra
Poem Published
14th Nov 2023 4:46am
14th Nov 2023 4:46am
Hospital name.
IHS
#violence
54 reads
0 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 7:42am
19th Apr 2024 7:42am
My skin between your fingers
Please, touch me gently.
If it is my destiny to be touched,
I pray for it to be done with kindness.
For my skin is not very strong,
and so it is littered with scars.
If I am to be touched,
I pray it is soft and gentle.
If it is my destiny to be touched,
I pray for it to be done with kindness.
For my skin is not very strong,
and so it is littered with scars.
If I am to be touched,
I pray it is soft and gentle.
#abuse
#fear
#violence
57 reads
1 Comment
mrimac2008
mrimac
mrimac
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 10:12am
7th Feb 2024 10:12am
did i live?
a dusty mask and a old chair
with a scenery of my life
O life,in the end i fell down from that chair
and questioned softly did i live?
while i am falling down
people were happy not me
suddenly,i travelled time
O dusty mask it wasn't funny
finally,but only regret is left
for me to choose,I've chosen by god
the liver is pulled,my throat went down
I've fallen down and everything went dark
with a scenery of my life
O life,in the end i fell down from that chair
and questioned softly did i live?
while i am falling down
people were happy not me
suddenly,i travelled time
O dusty mask it wasn't funny
finally,but only regret is left
for me to choose,I've chosen by god
the liver is pulled,my throat went down
I've fallen down and everything went dark
#violence
59 reads
0 Comments
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