Violence Poems | Examples of Violence Poetry

I am the mirror of truth I am the reflection of accountability That will show the shards of what is, not what's not I will reflect their own darkness back at them So they can feel an ounce of the pain we suffered through To confront the truth of their own inferiority And be trapped in a room full...

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Benjamin Netanyahu, you once stood as a symbol of Israel’s resolve, but power gained through fear and manipulation is a flame that burns its master first. You rose through the ranks on speeches of security and pride, but history has already spoken— the tears of Gaza will not be washed away by silence. Every forty-five minutes, a child died, and the world watched— but the...

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There used to be a time I can still remember when but times have changed they're not the same we have to roll the rock turn back the clock things are going wrong something's gone astray the streets are yours and mine let's make them safe for kids to play the good old days do you still remember then those days are...

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There are voices all around us Not loud, not obvious, But aching to be heard. Within this poem lies three unheard stories Three souls, each silenced by society A woman who smiles in fear. A boy punished for love. And a girl whose dreams shrink in the shadows. Their pain is different, But their silence is the same. This poem is for them For the unheard,...

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They told us our skin meant exile That our joy would be put on trial Because it brings rain But how can they hate the rain when it nourishes the ground we walk on The same ground that grows the food we need to survive They want us to cower in the face of their Whiteness To bow down to their...

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They hate us not because we’re bad but because we are everything they cannot be Because while they stew in their own misery Formed from their own jealousy We live life fully Because that’s the beauty of Black people We create joy where joy has been locked out Then try to hide it through false superiority Whilst trying to convince the...

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If intent and actions are cause and effect and influence the future what you give is what you get and yet what about children caught in the crossfire when very young murdered in man's mire they have not yet begun to live and love is all they have to give so much for karma symbolised by the lotus flower but whereabouts is it in their most needed hour forsaken by fortune they...

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They starved our bodies of love Then complain how our bones shake in fear They strip us of our dignity Then glare at us when we jave nothing to wear They take our souls Then question when they hear our screams in their dreams It's why when the wind fills their ears It sparks chills And the echoes...

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… Acqua torbida riempie la mia bocca, come le parole che mai ho vomitato. Quest’acqua non cancella alcun peccato… ......

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… Bastoni e sassi riportati invano. Onora collari foss’anche randagio. Patisce la fame, si divora la coda. Stanchi i padroni, nel fango affoga. … ...

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To be black Is to constantly run Maybe that's why they stereotype Saying we are fast Speaking of fast That's what they say when a black girl has a nice ass Because being black and being a woman Means that it's our fault And we deserve it To be black Is to constantly fight back With the hope we won't be...

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You wear a crown forged in centuries of silence, Not of gold, but of tears—each gem a wound, Each jewel a stolen breath from lands unnamed. The sun never set on your empire, Charles, But neither did its shadow. At seventy-three, you ascend a throne Built on the backs of broken nations. Malawi mourns not your reign, but its own hunger. India remembers...

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Throbbing, concave marks adorn my skin—records of your hunger, sated only by the meat of my body. Though the pain is sweet—craved, fulfilling—and my blood rushes to provide you with drink, my head—detached, neglected—wanders. Tell me, if the flesh fell away like tender rib meat off of the bone— would you still ache to sink your teeth into the me that remained?...

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Can happily ever after truly ever exist Where we live in a world that looks like this Where we live in a society that favours division Because how can one truly be happy In a world that excludes and is racist How can one have hope this will happen Especially when you're black It's not something we get...

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Life is short they say So you better make the most of it But what happens When that's not the case for everyone Where there are some Who are constantly changing freedom Whilst simultaneously hiding in the shadows Hoping to see tomorrow So how can one live life to the fullest When the odds are stacked against you But...

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