Abuse Poems | Examples of Abuse Poetry

I feel like a failed organ transplant In this country, in this world But it’s deeper than that In my body, in my mind...

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What is it they say to chase demons away? When scars inside ache, what words can placate? What meaning is found crawling on ground? When you feel you’re nothing to see. When you see what they think of thee! Barriers form and walls are built to shield a heart from the pain in the mind force fed through aged, outside...

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Nothing beats the summer breeze The memories of the ones who leave Lotus flowers smile at me Saying this will pass, you’ll come to see Walking in a forest with my shoes in my bag Wishing I were leaving the town that I have The year is almost over, and I’m still lying on the grass The...

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Looking back, it seems I've made a giant plastic nest. Plastic cars -plastic totes- plastic toys plastic guns- plastic utensils-plastic boats plastic bags- plastic easter eggs-plastic remotes. Plastic Jesus hanging from a plastic cross a plastic grimace on his perfect plastic face. I've fallen hard for plastics so cheap and practical no more slivers of glass in the soul It's really God like it's an...

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She takes what isn't hers like a burglar. Her spouse wed his lover. She shut her eyes and once more she lost him to that *witch*. She views him as all-powerful. Finally! She wears his ring. Now it’s time to hold her tongue and demonstrate to the world that she...

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We are not cynical She had been married once or twice and lived among the rich, that was what happened to air hostesses when there was a frisson about this job. Her last husband came from Amsterdam, a doyen of the fur trade, elegantly dressed, and a walking stick With a stick, one assumes he was quite elderly. He...

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Sophomore year, arguably one of the worst years in a teenage life. I met you when i was at my lowest, innocence being challenged. You preyed on that. You broke me in so many ways you refuse to see. I saved you, in my bathroom, throw up from a Percocet all over you. I held you, i comforted you, i...

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On a Carnival Night Maybe I mean to smoke might not style and steams legs of metal and four bearded heart pumps blood and builds me source code to see stomping grounds stuff pulls me to an empty head soul and chance to become realized smart women on my ass about it see stop is called never do I listen cowboy...

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I heard tiny terrors stitched in between light walls as weightless as chicken feathers jaundiced piss, recycled adult nappies crumpled faces leaking maggots that ripen to dust here the price is right I heard...

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I was not born to be loved— but to bleed beauty into silence. Where others kissed, I shattered. Where others lived, I died quietly— and rose as flame. From my heartline, a river of sorrow carved my name into the Mount of the Sun. The gods gave me a flag stitched with every wound I’ve ever wept. Not a flag of nations, but of nations of the heart. Every soul...

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Perhaps there is a God? Perhaps we should kneel and pray? Perhaps we’ve had our turn? Perhaps it’s just too late? Perhaps we needed more than we could achieve? Perhaps the help came first before it learned to feed? Perhaps it did some good and made many a wealthy man? Perhaps it looks at us like the sea looks at the...

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(A Poem of Two Brothers Torn) They call him tyrant, ruthless, cold— A shadow cast in headlines bold. But truth, like buried roots below, Feeds deeper than the world may know. He studied where the West holds sway, Learned Plato’s path, Machiavelli’s way. Philosophy shaped his guarded mind, A mirror to a world unkind. Yet history speaks through hidden pain: One Korea—once whole, now twain. A...

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… Acque diradate. Il sonno amniotico si è concluso. … Una via. In salita. … Tornare nel fango è sempre possibile (?) … ...

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WORSE THAN DOGS Mi step off di docks, salt burn in mi chest, Suit sharp-press, hope pin to mi vest. Windrush blood, calypso fire, Dreams of gold — meet cold barbed wire. “Welcome,” dem sneer wid a crooked grin, Door slam shut — all ‘cause a mi skin. Signs in window cut like knives: NO BLACKS. NO DOGS. NO IRISH. — lives. But truth...

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You anchor your rancor, a cancerous canker, Not just any mole Your hatred you hide it, you split and divide it, It's soured your soul The women, you bait them, you date and berate them, You're no kind of man You're just out for the kill and you spill out your swill, Like nobody can Their hearts beating faster, they race towards disaster, Watch...

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