Abuse Poems - Poems about Abuse

I hear a vocal command, "Get out from under that bed!" They'd put a lock on the closet; I had few places left to go. Remembering childhood fears and the maple tree where I’m out of their mind behind the garage. ...

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To carry more than I’ve shown, things I never told about, I still somehow carry the cost of your long forgotten chaos. I stood strong with a heavy heart. I stayed brave because I ought to. There were things I never said, to protect what little of me was left, waiting quietly, your arrival. You never saw me before the silence. That sound still haunts...

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Your name leaves a bruise on my lips, like a ghost that lingers, life to strip, with eyes that threaten as they smile and a voice that cuts, low and vile. My heart cries out in silence dark, which you incinerate with careless spark. Your compassion's rage rules my life, twisting love into chains, sharpening strife. I speak my truth and ask for...

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Unwritten page An unwritten page on a Word processor, I ought to leave it this way look and dream of what I could have written on the page If I delete words I have written, the page will be blank again No history, a crumbled-up sheet of paper for the waste basket For now, it is too late,...

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Home town Yesterday I saw him play billiards, a famous man There are not many celebrities in my hometown We have not many things to be proud safe for A duck pond in the center, geese and rats in The basement of the café The famous one was once a boxer in the USA But never made it to...

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What's a voice that falls upon deaf ears? What's a voice that nobody hears? What's a voice that only lingers in thin air? What's a voice that isn't respected with care? Useless.. Emotionless.. Fears.. Tears... What is that voice now? Prevanescent and lost. ...

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I'm too quiet I talk too much I'm too involved I'm way too out of touch I'm too messy I care too much about things being clean I'm too kind I'm way too f*ckin mean I'm too close I'm too far away I went to bed too early I stayed up too late I'm too skinny...

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There it hung, quietly trembling a cross etched above her heart a man crucified in ink on skin the world had judged. My desire blurred the sacred fingers brushed past holy lines the cross shifting under motion as if faith itself sighed. She whispered, “Slow down, boy this isn't a race to win you're not here to conquer, just to feel without shame.” And in that moment,...

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A Yellow silk scarf He bought a yellow silk scarf at a second-hand shop In Cheshire, the type actors were, when meeting for A drinks party; the mirror told me he wore the scarf With seedy elegance, which normally comes to those Who has no self-awareness, better still, ignores what Other people think. In Ashdod, someone broke into his cabin, the thief...

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It is the way of the people, people like you, people like me. It is the way of the people, to want whatever they see. It is the way of the people, people like you, people like me. It is the way of the people, to take whatever they please. It is the way of the people, people like you, people like me. It is...

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The Elephant is big and strong It’s history runs deep and long But lots of Elephant’s are starting to die These friendly creatures and I’ll tell you why, They’re being killed by humans all around Tusks being sawn off is a harrowing sound Just for those tusks, they destroy the whole thing For the sake of an ornament, chess piece or ring So...

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Blessed and blasted what a beautiful day Picnic basket lunch for You and me Cone join us Lord, You're always welcome What great company You will be Tell us a story now dear Father Thrill us all just one more time Placed His body in the tomb at noon He was nowhere to be found by nine He is risen, yes the Lord...

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Burn it, burn it to the ground The crowd shouted at Jesus on the tree How cruel can anyone possibly be To make One suffer as He looked down at me He eyes grew dim, He wouldn't last In the night to heaven He went home To be with His Father in all of His glory God came to save Him, He's...

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SINISTER Why prove it? Prove that you’re significant to the a purpose that has no sensibility, In a world where we conform to that which surrounds us. Does it make sense? With this we ponder each day, That your right is the only right and that the only validation needed is yourself, The opinion of others doesn’t matter, Self-absorbed is the only thing I see, Maybe,...

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How much spit do you have to wipe off your face? How many thorns do you have to remove after every curse we attach to your name? How many times do we have to bury you, and you come back with more grace and love? Every praise we give you feels like a blade piercing...

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