Poems About Violence Published by Members Recently Online
#violence
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
6th Mar 2023 8:36pm
6th Mar 2023 8:36pm
Tears Tears Dystopia
Rip your tampon out
Blood smear
Ashen swollen face
You left me
Tears tears dystopia
Blood smear
Ashen swollen face
You left me
Tears tears dystopia
#dark
#breakup
#violence #dystopian
#violence #dystopian
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
6th Mar 2023 8:36pm
6th Mar 2023 8:36pm
Tears Tears Dystopia
Rip your tampon out
Blood smear
Ashen swollen face
You left me
Tears tears dystopia
Blood smear
Ashen swollen face
You left me
Tears tears dystopia
#dark
#breakup
#violence #dystopian
#violence #dystopian
407 reads
33 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
10th Sep 2024 9:45pm
10th Sep 2024 9:45pm
At Half Mast
Restless spirits when John Lennon was struck down
can you imagine all the people who cried
when Mahatma Gandhi died with sightless eyes
can you imagine all the people who fast
and stop singing when the caisson passed
flying the eagle at half mast
can you imagine all the people who cried
when Mahatma Gandhi died with sightless eyes
can you imagine all the people who fast
and stop singing when the caisson passed
flying the eagle at half mast
#death
#ignorance
#politics #violence
#politics #violence
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adagio
Poem Published
10th Sep 2024 9:45pm
10th Sep 2024 9:45pm
At Half Mast
Restless spirits when John Lennon was struck down
can you imagine all the people who cried
when Mahatma Gandhi died with sightless eyes
can you imagine all the people who fast
and stop singing when the caisson passed
flying the eagle at half mast
can you imagine all the people who cried
when Mahatma Gandhi died with sightless eyes
can you imagine all the people who fast
and stop singing when the caisson passed
flying the eagle at half mast
#death
#ignorance
#politics #violence
#politics #violence
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0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
10th Sep 2024 9:45pm
10th Sep 2024 9:45pm
At Half Mast
Restless spirits when John Lennon was struck down
can you imagine all the people who cried
when Mahatma Gandhi died with sightless eyes
can you imagine all the people who fast
and stop singing when the caisson passed
flying the eagle at half mast
can you imagine all the people who cried
when Mahatma Gandhi died with sightless eyes
can you imagine all the people who fast
and stop singing when the caisson passed
flying the eagle at half mast
#death
#ignorance
#politics #violence
#politics #violence
151 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
10th Sep 2024 9:45pm
10th Sep 2024 9:45pm
At Half Mast
Restless spirits when John Lennon was struck down
can you imagine all the people who cried
when Mahatma Gandhi died with sightless eyes
can you imagine all the people who fast
and stop singing when the caisson passed
flying the eagle at half mast
can you imagine all the people who cried
when Mahatma Gandhi died with sightless eyes
can you imagine all the people who fast
and stop singing when the caisson passed
flying the eagle at half mast
#death
#ignorance
#politics #violence
#politics #violence
151 reads
0 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 10:15pm
30th Apr 2024 10:15pm
The Beast in the Red Dress
#dirty
#erotic
#violence
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10 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 10:15pm
30th Apr 2024 10:15pm
The Beast in the Red Dress
#dirty
#erotic
#violence
52 reads
10 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 10:15pm
30th Apr 2024 10:15pm
The Beast in the Red Dress
#dirty
#erotic
#violence
52 reads
10 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
14th Oct 2021 10:22pm
14th Oct 2021 10:22pm
Now, That's a Tasty Waffle
In a pool of syrup, the fork was finishing up the job, slicing through remains, preparing for those mutiliated parts in the earliest hours of dawn to be eaten. Such a murderous animus object it was...or was it the fork? Either the fork or...
"Oh my God! What are you doing to those poor waffles?!"
A witness had appeared at the crime scene, charging forth the criminal with all force. It was my mother doing her best to...eat away the evidence.
"That's not how you do it! You do it like this!" Like a partner in crime (instead of a real witness who would have...
"Oh my God! What are you doing to those poor waffles?!"
A witness had appeared at the crime scene, charging forth the criminal with all force. It was my mother doing her best to...eat away the evidence.
"That's not how you do it! You do it like this!" Like a partner in crime (instead of a real witness who would have...
#violence
#food
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
14th Oct 2021 10:22pm
14th Oct 2021 10:22pm
Now, That's a Tasty Waffle
In a pool of syrup, the fork was finishing up the job, slicing through remains, preparing for those mutiliated parts in the earliest hours of dawn to be eaten. Such a murderous animus object it was...or was it the fork? Either the fork or...
"Oh my God! What are you doing to those poor waffles?!"
A witness had appeared at the crime scene, charging forth the criminal with all force. It was my mother doing her best to...eat away the evidence.
"That's not how you do it! You do it like this!" Like a partner in crime (instead of a real witness who would have...
"Oh my God! What are you doing to those poor waffles?!"
A witness had appeared at the crime scene, charging forth the criminal with all force. It was my mother doing her best to...eat away the evidence.
"That's not how you do it! You do it like this!" Like a partner in crime (instead of a real witness who would have...
#violence
#food
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Xaphan
Poem Published
26th May 2023 8:50pm
26th May 2023 8:50pm
One 1/10 Tenth
Who am I? Because I think I might be somebody else
Held hostage maybe, by bewitching, demonic spells
And who are you? Who is seemingly more than stuck
Being bound, upside down, on a butcher's, rusty hook
Here we are though and apparently, it's just you and me
And that somebody else, of course, making a total of three
We're all together, you're tethered, with our intentions plain
Maybe I am, non compos mentis, but he is one tenth sane
You're gargling in panic, as you hang by your ankles rope
As you lather with terror, you're seemingly,...
Held hostage maybe, by bewitching, demonic spells
And who are you? Who is seemingly more than stuck
Being bound, upside down, on a butcher's, rusty hook
Here we are though and apparently, it's just you and me
And that somebody else, of course, making a total of three
We're all together, you're tethered, with our intentions plain
Maybe I am, non compos mentis, but he is one tenth sane
You're gargling in panic, as you hang by your ankles rope
As you lather with terror, you're seemingly,...
#dark
#violence
#MentalHealth
#fear
#horror
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