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.
oldmanG
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 11:24am
11th Oct 2024 11:24am
Wrong Address
Wrong address
Pull up to pick up
Just missed the address
Put in in R and back it up
Before I can a shot rings out
Shatters young dreams
20 years old
Didn’t know making a mistake
Would be the end of me
Didn’t even get out of the car
Man on the porch says you’ve gone too far
Rings in my ears
And my nightmares
Rings the doorbell
Greets with a rifle
Through the glass
Bullet pierces innocence
Cheering in Texas
Step into the wrong car
Can’t...
Pull up to pick up
Just missed the address
Put in in R and back it up
Before I can a shot rings out
Shatters young dreams
20 years old
Didn’t know making a mistake
Would be the end of me
Didn’t even get out of the car
Man on the porch says you’ve gone too far
Rings in my ears
And my nightmares
Rings the doorbell
Greets with a rifle
Through the glass
Bullet pierces innocence
Cheering in Texas
Step into the wrong car
Can’t...
#GunControl
#violence
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arsastar
astaroth..
astaroth..
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 9:19pm
8th Oct 2024 9:19pm
The Monster is in the Mirror of Time
I can't believe you thought gore would make you sick
when you're the only one who's truly sick
craving to put a head on stick
you're ultimately deranged
purely full of rage
no longer afraid of pain
what are you anymore?
A mind-wrecked monster?
You want to brandish your claws and sink them into someone's throat
A crazed lunatic with a bloodlust always unquenched
And a mind so goddamn entrenched
In the reality that time must persist
I am the monster that lurks within
searching for victim to forcefully end
I want to fight...
when you're the only one who's truly sick
craving to put a head on stick
you're ultimately deranged
purely full of rage
no longer afraid of pain
what are you anymore?
A mind-wrecked monster?
You want to brandish your claws and sink them into someone's throat
A crazed lunatic with a bloodlust always unquenched
And a mind so goddamn entrenched
In the reality that time must persist
I am the monster that lurks within
searching for victim to forcefully end
I want to fight...
#anger
#dark
#evil
#hate
#violence
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Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 4:19am
8th Oct 2024 4:19am
I Pity
Both sides killing each other
They both deserve to die
Since both do not bother
To stop and wonder why
Why is blood spilled each day
For handful meaningless sands
When killing can stop today
And extend peaceful hands
They kill in the name of Right
Blind in the nature of Gods
Thinking they know the light
An illusional psychotic frauds
Any such god would denounce
What is in his name is done
Yet they kill and announce
What they did is for the...
They both deserve to die
Since both do not bother
To stop and wonder why
Why is blood spilled each day
For handful meaningless sands
When killing can stop today
And extend peaceful hands
They kill in the name of Right
Blind in the nature of Gods
Thinking they know the light
An illusional psychotic frauds
Any such god would denounce
What is in his name is done
Yet they kill and announce
What they did is for the...
#conflict
#death
#religion
#violence
#war
187 reads
15 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 2:22am
8th Oct 2024 2:22am
No Molotov's!
Some still think that to make new things better
we have to burn down the infamous past
as if eliminating a letter
would make a saint from every scholiast
or that torching down entire abodes
will magically trans-mutate neighborhoods
into someplace where no ethic corrodes
in swaps between all services and goods...
to say nothing of the environment
stung by the fallout from the toxic flames
which planned disassembly would circumvent
with less pollution from the timber frames...
since who knows what else was in that old...
we have to burn down the infamous past
as if eliminating a letter
would make a saint from every scholiast
or that torching down entire abodes
will magically trans-mutate neighborhoods
into someplace where no ethic corrodes
in swaps between all services and goods...
to say nothing of the environment
stung by the fallout from the toxic flames
which planned disassembly would circumvent
with less pollution from the timber frames...
since who knows what else was in that old...
#environment
#politics
#pollution
#rebellion
#violence
83 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 12:40pm
7th Oct 2024 12:40pm
Orgasmic
She loves to be slapped when she cums
She'll be getting all hot and then she'll scream, "DO IT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!"
I slap her until she's finished
She loves for me to slap her right after I cum in her mouth
I'll cum, push her head back and let her have it
I dig watching my cum fly out of her mouth and get stuck in her hair
It gets me off
Lately, she wants to increase the pain factor
Now she wants me to punch her on the cheek when she cums
She says the orgasms are even more intense
The last time however didn't go so well
She...
She'll be getting all hot and then she'll scream, "DO IT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!"
I slap her until she's finished
She loves for me to slap her right after I cum in her mouth
I'll cum, push her head back and let her have it
I dig watching my cum fly out of her mouth and get stuck in her hair
It gets me off
Lately, she wants to increase the pain factor
Now she wants me to punch her on the cheek when she cums
She says the orgasms are even more intense
The last time however didn't go so well
She...
#fiction
#orgasm
#relationships
#sex
#violence
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 10:22pm
4th Oct 2024 10:22pm
Nightmare Fabricator
I have always been afraid.
From lying on my bed at seventeen
and thinking what if I
could kill my own brother,
to wondering how serious
my father was when he said that he could
kill me and get away with it.
I came to horror thus, to existential dread,
the rotting carcass of the head
the grim bordello of the heart.
And if there’s grace at all
it’s passing these things off as art.
From lying on my bed at seventeen
and thinking what if I
could kill my own brother,
to wondering how serious
my father was when he said that he could
kill me and get away with it.
I came to horror thus, to existential dread,
the rotting carcass of the head
the grim bordello of the heart.
And if there’s grace at all
it’s passing these things off as art.
#fear
#horror
#identity #violence
#identity #violence
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 6:53pm
4th Oct 2024 6:53pm
The lord has your unborn fetus
Juneteenth cumming all over your Thanksgiving 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...
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...
#addiction
#greed
#rhyming
#sex
#violence
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 10:42am
3rd Oct 2024 10:42am
Fire and Fear
Serenity so far away
Waltz to the grave
Iron tears and flays
Suffering they crave
Gashes and bloody tears
Spell out a violent script
Souls lost to deepest fears
Bone cracked and skin ripped
Food for the crows
Fester day and night
Strikes from cruelty's blows
Scent of terror's blight
Waltz to the grave
Iron tears and flays
Suffering they crave
Gashes and bloody tears
Spell out a violent script
Souls lost to deepest fears
Bone cracked and skin ripped
Food for the crows
Fester day and night
Strikes from cruelty's blows
Scent of terror's blight
#fear
#fire
#violence
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oldmanG
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 4:58am
2nd Oct 2024 4:58am
Guns vs God (who you got)
Guns vs God who you got
Seems so simple keep killing machines
Out of society…walk right in
Come out armed to the teeth
Didn’t know I just lost my job
My identity
So he rings me up sends me on the way
Plot my revenge I’ll die in the end
But here’s where lives intersect
Demon on one shoulder
Other an AR
Scream to save unborn
Once they’re here they’re on their own
Sit in a pew and stew about fake righteousness
Little ones led to slaughter
Behind the guise of teaching principles
...
Seems so simple keep killing machines
Out of society…walk right in
Come out armed to the teeth
Didn’t know I just lost my job
My identity
So he rings me up sends me on the way
Plot my revenge I’ll die in the end
But here’s where lives intersect
Demon on one shoulder
Other an AR
Scream to save unborn
Once they’re here they’re on their own
Sit in a pew and stew about fake righteousness
Little ones led to slaughter
Behind the guise of teaching principles
...
#God
#GunControl
#murder #violence
#murder #violence
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oldmanG
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 1:13pm
1st Oct 2024 1:13pm
Put Down the Gat
Put down the gat
I’m sick of this shit
Wake up and wonder if my kids are ok
Not like they’re fighting for our country
Or policing their territory
Jesus fucking Christ they’re our future
Tryin to learn the basics of life
How many more thoughts and prayers
Should we suffer till we say
This shouldn’t be the new normal
Metal detectors and shelter in place
Dont solve anything when the perp
Has more fire than the police
Ar 15 or ak47 weapon of war
Gotta ban that shit
Did it for 10 yrs and mass shootings ...
I’m sick of this shit
Wake up and wonder if my kids are ok
Not like they’re fighting for our country
Or policing their territory
Jesus fucking Christ they’re our future
Tryin to learn the basics of life
How many more thoughts and prayers
Should we suffer till we say
This shouldn’t be the new normal
Metal detectors and shelter in place
Dont solve anything when the perp
Has more fire than the police
Ar 15 or ak47 weapon of war
Gotta ban that shit
Did it for 10 yrs and mass shootings ...
#children
#GunControl
#violence
100 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Sep 2024 7:28pm
28th Sep 2024 7:28pm
Whoever Loses, Wins
The Beatles have a song on their "White Album" "Happiness is a warm gun"
It should have been titled
Happiness is a loaded gun
A gun that's loaded can be many things:
Friend
Enemy
Defender
Victim
Murderer
Why don't you come and stay awhile
We'll have a friendly game of Russian Roulette
Whoever loses, wins
It should have been titled
Happiness is a loaded gun
A gun that's loaded can be many things:
Friend
Enemy
Defender
Victim
Murderer
Why don't you come and stay awhile
We'll have a friendly game of Russian Roulette
Whoever loses, wins
#SelfHarm
#suicide
#ThrillSeeking
#tragedy
#violence
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10 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 12:08pm
25th Sep 2024 12:08pm
1600 Bailey Street
1600 Bailey street
Smell the powder of the gun
3 yrs old dancing in the street
Not on a perp sheet
Braids of sunshine in her hair
Innocence meet violence
Sorry but it’s the wrong time
To be young without gunshots
Bailey street seems sweet
But without a bullet proof soul
Can’t cut between the cars
Or jump some hopscotch
Having to keep looking over my shoulder
And duck for cover
Bailey street is just like America
More guns than people
2nd Amendment is Bible to them...
Smell the powder of the gun
3 yrs old dancing in the street
Not on a perp sheet
Braids of sunshine in her hair
Innocence meet violence
Sorry but it’s the wrong time
To be young without gunshots
Bailey street seems sweet
But without a bullet proof soul
Can’t cut between the cars
Or jump some hopscotch
Having to keep looking over my shoulder
And duck for cover
Bailey street is just like America
More guns than people
2nd Amendment is Bible to them...
#culture
#GunControl
#violence
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