Poems about Abuse
#abuse
Poetry about abuse, including verbal, physical and sexual abuse, and poems about coming to terms with an abusive past.
testing_recpatcha
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2018 4:59pm
3rd Mar 2018 4:59pm
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#dark
#soldiers
#romantic #abuse
#romantic #abuse
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BigVirge
Poem Published
29th Jun 2014 11:39pm
29th Jun 2014 11:39pm
"Why Do People Do it ?!?" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 17/6/2005
Why do people do ... ?
The things ... that they do ... ?!?
It's ...
Funny ... to me ... !!!
Is it ...
Funny ... to you ... ???
NOT ... !!!!! ...
Funny ... Ha Ha ... !!!!!
..... " Funny " ......
with ... NO LAUGHS ... !!!!!!
When people ... Do Things ...
That ... BREAK ... Peoples' Hearts ... !!!
Like Men ... BEATING Wives ... !!!!
Or .... Girls who .... "Connive" ....
See .....
These ... Are The People ... !!!
who lives are ... Contrived ... !!!
So ...
Why do...
The things ... that they do ... ?!?
It's ...
Funny ... to me ... !!!
Is it ...
Funny ... to you ... ???
NOT ... !!!!! ...
Funny ... Ha Ha ... !!!!!
..... " Funny " ......
with ... NO LAUGHS ... !!!!!!
When people ... Do Things ...
That ... BREAK ... Peoples' Hearts ... !!!
Like Men ... BEATING Wives ... !!!!
Or .... Girls who .... "Connive" ....
See .....
These ... Are The People ... !!!
who lives are ... Contrived ... !!!
So ...
Why do...
#anger
#conflict
#abuse
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Sir-Writes-A-lot
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2011 3:35am
22nd Oct 2011 3:35am
The dark side of dog breeding
Every time
A repeated crime
Dogs everywhere
In crates lined up anywhere
Poorly cared for and lacking shots
Being made like robots
They sell for cheap of course
Mass produced with no remorse
Why? well it is a business
Criminal acts done with no witness
People fall for the scam because they don't want to pay
For a quality and healthy dog that will prosper and stay
People tend to starve and abuse
Yet it rarely makes the news
They have a heart and feelings too
Just like me and you
It is very popular to be done on...
A repeated crime
Dogs everywhere
In crates lined up anywhere
Poorly cared for and lacking shots
Being made like robots
They sell for cheap of course
Mass produced with no remorse
Why? well it is a business
Criminal acts done with no witness
People fall for the scam because they don't want to pay
For a quality and healthy dog that will prosper and stay
People tend to starve and abuse
Yet it rarely makes the news
They have a heart and feelings too
Just like me and you
It is very popular to be done on...
#abuse
#dogs
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Gg78
let it be
let it be
Poem Published
30th Mar 2011 3:07pm
30th Mar 2011 3:07pm
Mommy
Always wanted to know why
You looked at me with such disgust
Is it because you made me out of lust
Is because I look just like her
The women you raped
Then abandoned left her looking
In laundry shoots for me
lost In thought for the daughter she lost
Voices of me crying in her head haunt her dreams
My mother the victim of a wild mans
Drunken demons
But your one night of passion turned into a lifetime of me, always a reminder of what you did to the woman that cared for a drunken asshole
I pity her for not seeing what...
You looked at me with such disgust
Is it because you made me out of lust
Is because I look just like her
The women you raped
Then abandoned left her looking
In laundry shoots for me
lost In thought for the daughter she lost
Voices of me crying in her head haunt her dreams
My mother the victim of a wild mans
Drunken demons
But your one night of passion turned into a lifetime of me, always a reminder of what you did to the woman that cared for a drunken asshole
I pity her for not seeing what...
#mother
#father
#identity
#abuse
#myself
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Gg78
let it be
let it be
Poem Published
13th Mar 2011 6:47pm
13th Mar 2011 6:47pm
Ghetto talk
Speaking in ghetto ways
I was born As an unwanted child
Handed to the streets
My family was crazy
I mean a scitzo mom a Dad that women beats
Brother selling drugs sister having babies
Repeating there cycle no way that would be crazy
I embraced the streets And everything it taught
Hustling and selling
Just for food for thought
Crack houses and feens was all that I knew
I talked that ghetto talk you know what I mean boo
Yo yo yo it's like this and like that
Watch me flow
I'll get up with you next time ight no...
I was born As an unwanted child
Handed to the streets
My family was crazy
I mean a scitzo mom a Dad that women beats
Brother selling drugs sister having babies
Repeating there cycle no way that would be crazy
I embraced the streets And everything it taught
Hustling and selling
Just for food for thought
Crack houses and feens was all that I knew
I talked that ghetto talk you know what I mean boo
Yo yo yo it's like this and like that
Watch me flow
I'll get up with you next time ight no...
#family
#abuse
#city
#dialogue
#escape
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Gg78
let it be
let it be
Poem Published
7th Mar 2011 4:20am
7th Mar 2011 4:20am
Daddies little girl
My past is done it's dead and gone. But why do I keep replaying it like its a song.
The lyrics are deep you'd never understand . You might
think you know but no one can , unless you were there to have seen what I seen. if you did you'd sing beside me feeling sad you'd want to brake the cd or throw it at my dad.
fuck it it's done, "don't pity me" you'll piss me off you'll
make me scream. I have to move on, if only I just stop replaying that fucking song.
one day I will I know I can I'm a strong ass women for that I thank you dad,...
The lyrics are deep you'd never understand . You might
think you know but no one can , unless you were there to have seen what I seen. if you did you'd sing beside me feeling sad you'd want to brake the cd or throw it at my dad.
fuck it it's done, "don't pity me" you'll piss me off you'll
make me scream. I have to move on, if only I just stop replaying that fucking song.
one day I will I know I can I'm a strong ass women for that I thank you dad,...
#father
#family
#violence
#abuse
#memories
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Mitulsa
Poem Published
16th Feb 2011 6:07am
16th Feb 2011 6:07am
Two Stages, Same Story
A stage:
Virgin land,
Lush with rolling emerald hills,
Sapphire Lakes and ruby poppies
Untouched
War
With guns blazing
And angry divisive words
"Come here, Enemy Pig!"
The innocent run
But none can hide from War's
Raping
A nation
Turning deaf ear
To the cries of those who suffer most
''We don't want your rich man's war!
We want our children back!''
And Mother Land replies,
''Traitors! You are not my children!''
Abandoning
Another stage:
Virgin girl,
Lush with rollinghills...
Virgin land,
Lush with rolling emerald hills,
Sapphire Lakes and ruby poppies
Untouched
War
With guns blazing
And angry divisive words
"Come here, Enemy Pig!"
The innocent run
But none can hide from War's
Raping
A nation
Turning deaf ear
To the cries of those who suffer most
''We don't want your rich man's war!
We want our children back!''
And Mother Land replies,
''Traitors! You are not my children!''
Abandoning
Another stage:
Virgin girl,
Lush with rollinghills...
#dark
#abuse
#oppression
#war
#narrative
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penACTION
Bee.
Bee.
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2009 6:27pm
2nd Dec 2009 6:27pm
Abuse in E Minor.
The door slams a cymbal, you plie inside,
With each pirouette you embelish your snide,
Such dagger-like teeth dress a sarcastic scowl,
And so starts our dancing. We kiss and I bow.
I'm counting the steps while you count my mistakes,
Your feet pound the floor and my eyes dress the quakes,
The maestro taps clefs to embelish the beat,
His hand on my face, I am swept from my feet.
This beautiful dance it corrodes at our spines,
My flat notes rebel against manuscript lines,
You're playing the matyr who dies for his art,
Then kicking and...
With each pirouette you embelish your snide,
Such dagger-like teeth dress a sarcastic scowl,
And so starts our dancing. We kiss and I bow.
I'm counting the steps while you count my mistakes,
Your feet pound the floor and my eyes dress the quakes,
The maestro taps clefs to embelish the beat,
His hand on my face, I am swept from my feet.
This beautiful dance it corrodes at our spines,
My flat notes rebel against manuscript lines,
You're playing the matyr who dies for his art,
Then kicking and...
#relationships
#conflict
#abuse
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Sslowcheetahh
Poem Published
1st Nov 2009 4:55pm
1st Nov 2009 4:55pm
Pushing Pins.
Pushing pins in your favourite doll.
Feel her skin protest then give way.
Give way to abuse. She likes it.
It drives her crazy to be dominated.
But she's just a lonely doll.
Do you wonder why she lets you hurt her?
Guilt trains her mind
Into thinking she deserves this.
She can't speak, her lips are sewn.
She can't move, her body is limp.
She can only look at you.
Then when you leave
She can only look at her bruises.
Yellow and purple, green and blue,
The only proof of the harm of you.
Feel her skin protest then give way.
Give way to abuse. She likes it.
It drives her crazy to be dominated.
But she's just a lonely doll.
Do you wonder why she lets you hurt her?
Guilt trains her mind
Into thinking she deserves this.
She can't speak, her lips are sewn.
She can't move, her body is limp.
She can only look at you.
Then when you leave
She can only look at her bruises.
Yellow and purple, green and blue,
The only proof of the harm of you.
#dark
#abuse
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RavenBlack
Poem Published
8th Sep 2009 3:36am
8th Sep 2009 3:36am
Puppy-Mill Breeder
Sitting in a cold damp cage
Too small for comforts woe
I lay doing all I can
To keep holding on
Atleast 'till morning
Our "caretakers" abuse us
They are truly evil
And like demons in the night
They steal our pups
Our pride and joy
Whom we never see again
But I digress
I hold no hate
Because I have hope
For a brighter future
Not for me
But for my pups
They will live the better life
With people to love and who care
They are the reason I sacrifice
Every day to these monsters
To live a...
Too small for comforts woe
I lay doing all I can
To keep holding on
Atleast 'till morning
Our "caretakers" abuse us
They are truly evil
And like demons in the night
They steal our pups
Our pride and joy
Whom we never see again
But I digress
I hold no hate
Because I have hope
For a brighter future
Not for me
But for my pups
They will live the better life
With people to love and who care
They are the reason I sacrifice
Every day to these monsters
To live a...
#dark
#abuse
#evil #dogs
#evil #dogs
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