Violence Relationship Poems | Violence Poems About Relationship

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Details | Free verse |

I Hope You're Happy

I hope you're happy with everything you've achieved.
How does it feel to know you absolutely destroyed someone?
How does it feel knowing you tore down everything she worked so hard to build?
Does it make you happy, knowing she looks in the mirror and questions why someone was so determined to ruin her?
Does it thrill you to the core that you're the one that broke her? Not just her heart, but her body and mind.
Do you find joy in the fact that you stole hers?

When you moved, she flinched, unsure of whether you would be kind or cruel.
When you spoke, she closed her eyes, knowing your words would cloud her eyes.
When you hurled insults at her, she visibly shook, wondering when the verbal hurt would become physical.
Your voice became toxic to her body.
She broke herself trying to please you.
She was never pretty enough, she was never right.
She never listened, she never did a thing for you.
You poisoned her view of herself and you made her believe she will never be good enough.

God, I hope you're happy.
I hope you're happy and free.
Because she's broken and weak. 
And it's all because of you.

Copyright © Cheyenne Ruble | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

You Are Water

You, are water. Fluid moods, Overflowing extremes. I dip my toes, testing, Should I dive in..? Will y o u let me sink or swim? Have you r e a l l y changed? You, are a lagoon Soothing, cooling Tranquil. I float for now In sweet oblivion... You, are a shimmering mirage Of something hoped for… Illusional life-giver; A fertile oasis in arid land Giving love unhurt to my heart. Or, an undulating river Natural, flowing, dynamic, definite, Sailing the curves Taking me places never imagined, While we're apart... You, are a flash flood, White water without warning! Cleansing, destructive Baptizing both good and evil away. You are a raging waterfall! Beautiful in your steep revenge Threatening to roil me over the edge. You are a tsunami! Born of violent eruption. Mortifying, underestimated, overwhelming Growing larger as I let you get closer. Sweeping me up Slamming me along With the rest of your debris. You are a MAELSTROM! Dizzying, swallowing, suffocating K i l l i n g Spinning and sucking me down, Down.., Down through your center Into your drowning depression..... No, Your circular violence h a s n ' t changed. ~Susan Ashley~ 7/20/17

Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Wrong Way Out

My knees have touched every part of this floor
Not for the satisfaction one would get from acting out a favorite animal position
But more from being dragged around like an animal 
My disposition was no longer sweet

Cuts and bruises covered my feet
I tried to run
Even tried jumping out the window
Since luck spared me from being thrown from it yet

But every attempt failed
I was jailed
I placed my hands  on the glass
Clear for the world to see
In hopes that someone, anyone
Would save me

Each day I placed another blood stained hand print  on the window
Passerby must have thought I was an artist
Red turkey decorations 
In the middle of summer?
They must have thought it weird 
As they just looked and passed by

My cries were heard only by me
Numerous phone calls made to the police
One time too many, I guess
Because their visits ceased

I was advised to file an Order of Protection
Since the police themselves couldn’t offer protection
My mind was boggled with the thought of useless police
With such closed minds and biased beliefs

It was my fault for being in the situation I was in
Thanks a lot to those women  
Who deceitfully mirrored my pain,
Willfully brought shame to  my name 
For women, they are insane
For thinking this is a game

I am a woman
And because of that
I get  choked with
The insanity cloak
From the first mention of domestic violence
I was so sick and tired of
My pleas for help
Being  greeted with silence

The first chance I got 
I filed an Order of Protection
Thinking this was my underground railroad to freedom

Just to think
I survived through all the punching, slapping, pushing
Rapes and threats
Just to have this order of so-called protection
Place the highest bet 
On my life

I made it under ground and realized
The grass is greener on the other side

But why did I have to die?

Copyright © Latosha Mitchell | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |


You know why I run game? It's 'cause I'm a player
I'm the night in shining armor, she's a dragon, I'm gon' slay her
That means when I beat it up, I'm gonna kill it
Tell her keep our business to herself, don't spill it
Can't follow directions, then it's on to the next
Hope you get the message, not talking 'bout a text

I sleep with more chicks than a night-gown

Without 'em I'm like a sentence with no noun

For those who don't know that means incomplete

It's a race to get 'em first, I gotta' compete

They wanna be on the team, tryin' to make the cut

True player, show no feelings, keep 'em in a shell, walnut

Females fill my atmosphere, they mean the world to me

I got damsels galore, it's always plural with me

Got gangs of chicks, which one should I bang

They're steady in my face, sort of like some bangs

Hate when they try to lock me down, I'm not in jail

She starts talking 'bout marriage, then I'm gonna bail

Sometimes I need my space, like a vacant lot

I hate being congested, like a nose filled with snot

Hey, stop bugging me, you startin' to act like a knat

Before you go, give me head, I need it like a hat

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


When I was called little brother, 
I smiled.
It meant I have an elder sibling.
One from whom I could learn,
To discern,
Between Light and Dark.

What about the Grey?

Only a few would about the grey; 
Even fewer, 
Perhaps none
Would even begin to aspire,

Is grey the divider?

What is a divider?
A partition,
A separation, 
A barrier.

In essence a carrier,
Of both dark and Light;
Having both thane sight!

The grey is never contrite,
It does and will do on sight!!!

Come with your purported might!
Unseen seen chaos,
These are my instruments,
Your might;;; 
Will be eaten as sacrements.

For continual human growth within, 
Mistakes rectified by the elder or role model;
Taught the current crop must be,
Lessons are as seeds;;; 
Planted into our mother, 
Blending with Earth, Water and Sun,
The seed transmutes and soon the seed has had its fun,
A plant is now the end product.

We humans are also ever transforming,
Perhaps not as apparent as natural beauty forming,

But what is natural beauty?

What is beauty?

Random randominity is beauty natural,
Random beauty is natural randominity,
Natural randominity is random beauty,
Beautiful randominity randoms naturally,

In essence;
Culturally cultural.

Not an over-spill,
Providence shines.
Understanding and comprehension,
In succession,
For thee. 

The trick however is to pass on that understanding and comprehension.
But how do you do that?
When most of the generation is tuned to the Playstation!
Violent games evocating the continuation
Of our disgusting violent nation.

Perhaps attempt to not scold or tell;
Allow thane actions to speak wonders,
As an undiscovered well.

Keep the resonance of thane bell,
Perhaps another revolutionary,
Your prodige has to be selectant,
Of his student, his confectionary.

Without this passing down of knowledge,
We all might as well eat the most poisonous berry.

Copyright © Chad Greef | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |


Your words are like stones
Whether skipped or thrown
Destination unknown
They fly alone
Bruising and breaking deeper than bones

Yet pain from these stones will never be shown.

Whether near or far
She'll faithfully wait
Till the unknown date
When those stones are kind and lost of hate

You make mistakes 
Yes she can relate
But what if the pain becomes to great
Whe the kindness comes too late

Such small pieces of her heart
whats left to make
She gave to much
Now there's none to take

Just one everlasting ache 
That your stones did create

They say you can never retake
A women's heart once it breaks

So next time withhold the quake
Your stones with take
And keep this lesson
As a dear keepsake.

<3 Kalee Lynn

Copyright © Kalee Robertson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning

Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

If I Could Take Time Back

If I could take it back
I would.
When I can bring you back
I will
make our bad word weapons disappear
so your heart and hope need not despair.

If I could repair your strong-heart soul
rich with vital confidence,
you can do this,
you can be this,
you are part of this,
in your way
which is a right way
for us to become with you,
you are doing this,
we are doing this together.

If I can take it back
I do
absorb  our black ballistic tones
in minor tragic keys I aimed your way
out of my own fears
I can not love you fierce enough
to remember you must know
this extended Earth-stream has your back,
is your back,
together with you,
part of you,
always voting Yes for mutual wins,
where love embraces our shared hope
and not despair.

If you could catch this hope from me,
please do.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Racist Bloke

I had a racist boyfriend once, we’ll call him ‘Racist Bloke’
I dealt with the whole ‘racist thing’ by making it a joke
I used to call him out on it, and then I just gave in
Discarding my morality like fag ends in the bin
“Never argue with a bigot” I would laugh, and make the tea
“I’m not a racist” he would say “it’s witty parody”
It just got worse and worse, until we couldn’t watch the news
“Dirty Muslims this,” he’d say, “those filthy effing Jews”
I’d leave the telly off in case the sight of one black face
Would flush his chain and cause him to start ranting about race
And start blaming all the women who had ever given birth
In the dry and deadly desert, for the failings of the earth
He’d read up on the history of Jews throughout the ages
(it took him quite a while as there were quite a lot of pages)
Liked to rant about the Rothschilds, thought he’d got me with their riches
Expecting me to then agree that Jewish girls were bitches
“Women” he would say, “just shouldn’t have to wear the veil”
As if veil equalled jihad equalled every Muslim male
He was bad enough when sober, but when drunk it was profound
He’d be p*ssing venom down the pub like urine on the ground
He’d reduce a room to silence, and could empty out a bar
With his verbal racist violence, going further than too far
And then he’d order curry, oh he liked a bit of that
“Hey, did you know Mohammed was from some dark clot begat”
He would say as he was waiting for his naam bread and his bhaji
Like some hungry little Hitler rocking ‘rat arsed and Faragey’
It was painful, and embarrassing, it filled me with dismay
It was always, it was everywhere, and every flippin’ day
And yet really, to be honest, was I not as bad as he
All smug in my self-righteousness “I’m not a racist, me”
Sticking proudly to my principles in public mass debate
Whilst I broke bread with the sh*t and chose to zone out all his hate
In that sorry sick scenario ‘twas me that was the joke
I am the girl who sold her soul because she loved a racist bloke

© Gail Foster 2016

Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Beware - The Perils Of Internet Relationships

I hope you find the one in your dreams
But on-line romance may not be all it seems
Let me tell you the tale of Sue
And I hope it is a lesson for you

For many months she contacted this guy
He was tall and handsome and sure caught her eye
They decided to meet for a real live date
Sue was so excited she really couldn’t wait

They had such a fun time, her heart was on fire
This amazing man had fueled her desire
They started to meet really regularly
He even went to her mother’s for tea

Flowers and candlelight dinners were his thing
Soon he got her an engagement ring
She was blinded by his devotion
And wedding plans were quickly put in motion

Things were moving all too fast
Her friends were worried about his past
Then he started to turn quite jealous
Didn’t like her talking to other fellas

He started to follow her everywhere she’d go
He turned from boyfriend into her foe
If she didn’t answer his mobile call
He’d go crazy and his fists would fall

But she was blinkered by his attention 
His violent past he failed to mention
One day his anger turned to a violent rage
He was like a wild animal trapped in a cage

His fists flew like bullets from a gun
A human punch bag she’d become
For many weeks in hospital she did lay
I can picture her battered face to this very day

This monster is now back in prison
His actions they can never be forgiven
Things are not always as they seem
So be wary of the person behind the computer screen

All I ask my friends is that you are aware
Remember ‘Sue’s Story’ and please take care

Some of this poem is fiction sadly some of it is fact

Jan Allison
9th May 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Seriously He Hit Me

He hit me, yes, he really tricked me, for he said he would never hit me, I was his lollipop, for he bit me -n- licked me, then kissed me, then took me to Italy -n- made love to me viciously in Sicily, he massaged -n- gave gifts to me, -n- wine -n- dined me, expensively his love delivers me, but my heart pays the penalty, my thoughts think independently, but my emotions fall victim to thy dependency, my words cut through his soul -n- his blows broke my nose, but not my heart, I make excuses, is it me or him to end this, where do I start, he did what he said he would never do, so I ponder on that thought, my bruises healed from when our emotions fought, can I be bought, he loves me but he hits me, the world looks at this differently, he tricked me for he said he would never hit me, I was his lollipop, for he bit me -n- licked me, then kissed me, then took me to Italy -n- penetrated me viciously in Sicily, I looked deep into his eyes, there I saw him very differently, won’t repeat this history, I love him to death, meaning I will kill his A if he ever again hits me, seriously.

You didn’t feel what I felt
When he hit me, so I’m sorry if
You look at me differently

To the Janay Rice’s
Of the world

Copyright © Nakym Sheffield | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |

I've become that mother

I, me, I, myself, 
I've become what I never thought I would
The monsters I've worked so hard to fight, are now me, I,

He put his hands on her neck
To hurt me, to scare me
But he scared her
The fear in her eyes, the tears that came running down her face will always haunt me
She was screaming, mommy help me!
I stood there terrified, I quickly agreed with him so he could put her down
I ran to her, she ran to me and we embraced each of us sobbing 
Her heart beating fast like mine
Holding her tight, protecting her

Am in love, or so I think
I am so blurred with stupidity that I hurt what is mine
I can't see beyond the lies and the fears
Maybe it's the fear of being alone, being a single parent
Or the fear that am not "happily married" like most of my age mates
Or the fear, that I will be placed on the judgment bench by my culture; once married you have to take the bad and good, you have to tolerate, you shouldn't complain, it'll be a disgrace if you go back to your mother's house, stick to it, look at your mothers and learn

The umbrella of abuse has so many holes
You are always soaking wet with pain and fear
My smiley makeup that I put on everyday, has to be redone every second
                   It never lasts
Sometimes behind a beautiful smiley, hides abuse and violence 

*Written for a friend*

Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Scattered Seeds

(Random stories Shared with me influenced this write)


Endless reaching I pick up the pieces
My Life lost in scattered seeds
One by one I pick them up 
To rebuild another tree

I am the tree, my soul the seeds
I dropped them in places randomly
Throughout my unfortunate life
Where others stole a piece of me

I dropped a few when I was young
When my dad’s drinking had begun
He beaten and tortured beyond repair
Taking things I choose not to share

I dropped a few when I was a teenager
Living among people I considered a stranger
I looked for those who I recognized
But what I seen my eyes despised 

I dropped a few when I was older
When my husband left and turned his shoulder
My life became harder with children involved
I witnessed their cries that seem to evolve

I dropped a few when I realized
That I can't live with secrets and lies
And  faced my own demons and forgave
All who took a part of my life away
With endless reaching I pick up the pieces
My soul is scattered seeds
One by one I pick them up
Rebuilding another tree

One day my roots will be planted
Where I stand so sturdy and tall
I will not allow to be shaken
My seeds will never fall

Copyright © Sheri Lin Hayes | Year Posted 2014

Details | Narrative |

Tyrant Tears and Fears

Married for eleven years
It began simply, with daily tears

It wasn’t always bad
Yet on most days I felt terribly sad

The good times were great
No indication of our eventual fate

Together we spawn two children
Early in life they knew the bail bondsman

He began to own me, to assert his control
Eerily I descend deeper into a hellhole

We were together, I was alone
So much fear, I keep my children near
What to do, where to go
Questions I pose but answers I don’t know

I’m so afraid
I realize, my trust I’ve mislaid

I have no skills, I don’t work
If I did, perhaps only a clerk
He uses this against me, wryly offering a smirk

I know I can change him
I love him
He tells me not to worry
He tells me he’s sorry

He is a tyrant
I shed tears
He plays upon my fears

He dominates
He controls
He possesses
He has stolen my voice
Until the day he gave me no choice

We stand, we argue
Then my tormented face is finally kissed by his clenched fist

Stunned, I stagger back
Looking up, searching the sky, asking why

Visible from heaven above
I now see a new sort of love

Loving myself will set me free
As if struck by a lightening bolt
His fist launches my revolt

I know I must go
Jess and Daniel, my helpless children
My love for you I will forever show

His assault is not my fault
A way of thinking I must halt

My children and I start anew, finding a new truth
Self-reliance is our fount of youth

Hands to my face, sobbing with no trace
I will survive and I can thrive

I have beaten the tyrant
Overcome my fears
Having shed far too many tears

Dependent on no one
I have prevailed
Tyrant, tears and fears

Copyright © Anson Decker | Year Posted 2017

Details | Quatrain |

Bruised - Abused

I knock back whiskey, you’re taken away
No more pounding hate games and left for dead
Despicable games you hurtfully play
Withdrawn, forbidden, bruised – discarded

At last truth uncovered, my life to keep
I knock back whiskey, you’re taken away
Realization dawns, head reels pulse slows – weep
Despicable games you hurtfully play

Spewing fountains a gargoyle, I fall asleep
No more pounding hate games and left for dead
Losing him, unknown future lies ahead
Withdrawn, forbidden, bruised – discarded

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


I chose to love you as you were awesome
but then your love, pure venom
loving you certified me insane
caused me migraine

you feigned innocence
in me, for you, deep reverence
my poem reminiscence
of the sequence of pain and violence
your love I renounce

you promised impossibility
but had no capability
realistic of this I  shared your enthusiasm
at dawn, eroticism
at dusk, pessimism

with time you installed the poison
this, I repeat, retrospection
lost nothing your desire-a satisfaction
the venom leaves me septic
my life hectic
secretly you quieted
your plans well suited
to make me welcome
my tomb 

Copyright © Oliver Muchuma | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Defying Fate Conversation with a friend

In my pocket
I don't cry as much as I used to
I'm well dimensioned 
If I'm not getting beaten
or I don't have to hear 
the Screaming
or the Crying
or the Yelling
I'm a lighter shade of brown
Expanding knowledge
Grass Meadows
Clear Water
Fish Swimming
A house of sky Blue with a Red barn
all trimmed in white
Hands holding supporting hands
I am told the light is brightening
leading to understanding
I am here to Create
They can not kill me
nor those who are open
to defying fate

Copyright © jonas jones | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Sofa surfing

He thought his words were to be of comfort 

to his unstable partner of many turbulent years,

how wrong he was to even show any effort

out on his ear, now needing help from peers

to beg friends for somewhere to lay his head,

displaced, confused, wondering why him

knowing a sofa would have to do no bed,

he had always tried, gone out on a limb

to please her, though it's not her to blame,

her illness she has no control, severe anxiety 

no natural cure, her temper they can't tame,

again sofa surfing looking for some generosity,

after a couple of days he heard her pleading

for him to come home, Her fury had subdued,

He hurries back to her as his heart is bleeding

back to the torment, to be used and abused,

knowing deep down tomorrow she'll be cursing 

and he will be back on the road sofa surfing.

Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet |

An axed waffle

There's no waffle axed 
by someone flaccid.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2017