Abuse. Poems - Poems about Abuse.

My great grandfather sighed in heaven As I told my son the story As told by my father as he was told About how wealthy his father was before them. Daddy, he says, something is on my mind You said great grandpa was rich and kind But he never went to school at all How did he build a life so...

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He sits by the junction scraped knuckles, half a smile a boy with more scars than years each one a story no one asks to hear. I saw the truth in his trembling vow heard the break in his voice when he said he’d left Kush behind but all they saw was yesterday's face. He carried hope in both hands knocked on doors he...

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I was beaten in school for speaking Themne my own tongue a melody they called a wrong note. I ran to my father for comfort but he looked away called me foolish for not knowing the world had changed. I knelt beneath the old tree offering thanks for rain and harvest they said I was lost praying to shadows and myths. I wore my lion skin...

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arose a rose without spikes, unshaded softness scattering delicate dreams through the air tickling veiny leaves, mundane bees, an undesired fondness predating papa bears, and heinous hares tingling with such profane heat that brewed unkind plots behind backs of hills with eyes, breaches, peeping trees thickets in dungeons already packed with petals their dined- on pink vanilla bones, strawberry puff wickets bowled awry, to be devoured at the pitch by thorns in the...

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**Therapy Session** Some people insist that a demon exists within all of us. A rapist is nothing more than a thief, And it's clear that some public defenders Don’t have more intelligence than their clients. Remember, you are not obligated to serve as a juror in every case. With that understanding, creating a mental trend becomes straightforward. It's astonishing...

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You imagine them whispering in your ears Through the screen of your computer You forced me to listen to your heart Quick and irregular I'm afraid to uncover my ears To hear the beating of your heart I hope it never stops Otherwise mine starts...

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Who the heck you think you are? You bashed my car, yet strut with flair— Like a proud star, Too smug to care. Your brain's back door was left ajar; Your wisdom vanished in thin air. Puffed with pride that won't go far— At best, you'll earn a mocking stare....

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Blood drips on the ground beneath my feet But not from my eyes you gouged out Or from the tongue you cut off Nor my eyes you left to listen And not my insides where it crawls. Unkown makes me afraid More than my blood pooling on the snow I knew it always bleeds But I don't know where the...

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Story of pat, Can you hear the sirens? The old mans values engulfed with burning lust of minors, Patrick’s family left in suspense & deprived, Waiting to hear news, if their son is alive. Peter 5:8 of the bible reads the devil walks among us, I have met him in a house on fifth street living just behind us, Across the road...

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I am wildly conscious of the fact I don’t know how to speak up anymore. I feel like I’m yelling and no one can Hear me I was told to shut up, then told to Speak up I enunciate so much, maybe it’ll be enough. I’ll repeat myself like I can’t hear the voices of those Who convinced me I was always going to...

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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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