Abuse Poems - Poems about Abuse

Peculiar human beings builders of ...

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He doesn't answer when I scream Into the dark, into my pillow, Into the hollow between breaths Where prayers rot. Everyone says He listens. But maybe He doesn't listen to girls like me. Maybe I'm the mistake in the plan. The broken thread. The shadow on the altar. They told me He loves the brokenhearted, But He watched when it happened, He watched, and...

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**Feedbacks** A poet must strive for perfection—his work is destined to reflect the world and his identity. With each line, he confronts procrastination head-on. With every verse, he engages in reactions, probations, and anticipation, leading to necessary debates and the reconstruction of his latest pieces, even in the face of favorable reviews. I will read it out...

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Harried Harris heir still feels horrid courtesy heist he doth declare... Earlier this merry month of May a goniff who possibly did gossip about his/her surreptitious exploits when he/she brazenly accessed ATM machine situated at 13 West Ridge Street Lansford Pennsylvania 18232 pulled off outright theft found him/herself in possession of debit card with Mastercard logo (I deduce mail meant for us - particularly the missus got sent to...

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trapped in bondage walked through doors unwillingly.... emotions work free ...

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I love you both with all my heart, But Mum, you tore that love apart. You made me choose, you made me cry, While Dad was left to wonder why. You spoke of him with poisoned tongue, Bad words for ears still far too young. You painted him in shades of wrong, And made me feel I don’t belong. He wasn’t perfect, neither...

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I really thought you had my best interest at heart. Now I see you were just playing the part. Never thought all you saw was a game to try and beat. Never actually attempting to get to know me. All you needed was to know I aim to please. And that I've searched my entire life to...

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O God of blistered stars and silence, I crawl to You with blood beneath my nails— Not theirs, my own. I tore at shame like bark from skin, But it rooted deeper still. Do You see me now? A cathedral of cracked marrow, Where hallelujahs rot before they bloom— I cannot pray without trembling. The night — I dare not name it — Stitched its...

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Oh dear ! You are better off I’m not a smiling doll to play with you Don’t stain me with your fingers and words I’m possessed by a holy evil Don’t yell my dear ! Even as an embryo the world knows - I’m a witch I didn’t bewitch you Don’t think too highly of yourself You were a nomad who lost...

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Truth be told: I am just too old For all of this Betrayal. Because you have left me Countless times While being right there. I needed a man who wasn’t afraid of me, a man who would fight for me, a man who could hold the complicated blocks of my soul for a moment and help me arrange them...

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The Caliphate (2015) Let us think about the unthinkable. Let ISIS have their caliphate and be a state The Zionists took Palestine and called it Israel European settlers killed off the Indians And now it is called the USA. The brutalities and horror of ISIS are terrible But from a historical perspective Worst things have happened, and will again, it is The human burden...

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Inspired by Bob Dylan's "Mississippi" I was the backbone of your dream— ribs shaped into beams, my blood seeping slow, cementing your tower’s base. You promised a sky of stars, a rise beyond all shadows— but I was just a ghost etched in your blueprint, a whisper beneath your tower. We built forever on lies, stacking stones on my shoulders— I was your ground, your silent sacrifice, the...

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The parties were in full swing. The doorbell rang, yet no one knew it. In that instant, everything changed for the party guests. Speak softly, lean in closer, and turn down the volume. A sudden death—another soul has taken its last breath. Did he pass the test? Sniffing cocaine, he...

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Daylight. Thank God. The monster comes at night.? For now, I shake the strings loose,? And try with my whole might. Reflections of the night before—? My eyes are swollen shut,? Bruises, scars, maybe broken bones.? Don’t show you’ve had enough. The mirror reflects the bruises;? I stare a bit too long. ?The monster's wrath shows on my face. ?Stay strong, girl. Stay strong. I will...

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Tell me words are red And I'll tell of the lives We lose everyday in the middle east Of the lives in danger in Northern Nigeria The Sahel, Ukraine, Russian and Syria. Tell me words are white And I'll tell you how a world of peace is I will tell you how you go to bed at ease And how deeply...

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