Child Abuse Poems | Examples of Child Abuse Poetry

The master cracks his whip across the horse’s trembling flank, pushing the beast to its limits until the wildness snaps and the horse reacts, a flurry of chaos beneath the sting. When silence falls, the master believes the animal has learned, believes the wounds are healed. He reaches out with clean hands, petting the horse's weary muzzle, his fingers gentle, but not soft enough. The horse,...

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There was a time when you stood at the center of my sky, and I, small, humble, gazed upward in awe, letting your brilliance shape my world. Every word you spoke carved meaning into silence, every gesture gave weight to the air. I was nothing but a shadow you cast, grateful for the light. But I see now what I could not see then— the sun blinds...

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Who takes brain hits diabolic? The child of an alcoholic! With the mind’s botox Pain’s now in a box Not flummoxed the kid can frolic ...

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How can True trust Faith when lies begin to escape, You are the reason why I hide my face with a Smile or a Cape, Because I can't forget what you Took and what you keep Taking, My Heart keeps on breaking daily, that is why I am Inhaling, These Drugs I Breath, I just can't Believe, Life is full of...

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I heard a story today, it felt just like mine, In this scary, monster city, it made my heart pine. Someone hurt themselves, tore their own skin, you see. Yes, a story just like mine, it came right back to me. You are brave, so much braver than I. You told your hurt out loud, under the open sky. My pain,...

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I stared into the mirror too long And it finally broke beneath my gaze Not from age, neither from accident But the weight of truths I dared not face. I saw a childhood in pieces stitched together with borrowed faith smiles that were survival and joy that never quite fit. I tried to imagine someone else a better version but the cracks revealed more than...

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As spoken by the Voice of Wisdom O House of Israel, Heed the sound of the wind that carries ancient truth across the sands of time. Once you wandered through deserts and kingdoms, Once you suffered at the hands of empires and tyrants, And the world wept for you— So great was your sorrow that even your enemies offered you a...

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HEART SINKS, EYES WEEP BRAIN EXPLODES, CAN’T SLEEP DON’T UNDERSTAND, I NEVER WILL SWEET CHILDREN WHY DO THE COPS KILL? CHILDREN WITH DARK SKIN HARDLY LET THEIR LIVES BEGIN INNOCENT, UNARMED, SIXTEEN AND UNDER COPS CALL IT A BLUNDER MISTAKE THEY SAY CHILDREN BEATEN OR SHOT TO DEATH IN USA...

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I was married, but to me, it wasn’t marriage. It was poverty-induced— a fate sealed by hunger and silence. I was an orphan, taken in by my mother’s brother— the uncle who accepted that I could live with him. But he was abusive, an emotional robber. He broke the seal of my womanhood when I was just into the third of the teenage years. Long story short— he...

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Oh, my, unexpected foe, “when you read my poems you wrongly judged me, and in a demeaning tone shouted, “Do you ever write poems that are not sad?” Dear disguised friend, you had me defending what I wrote bringing me back to past sadness I had long overcome causing me to second guess my triumphs. When I told you about...

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A stranger among strangers, when the poet stands apart, He poses a threat to the future. You were here; I was there, healing the world with our prayers and lyrics. This is no mere nightmare. the world that shuns a poet sends them into oblivion— just another...

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There are terms humanity uses, phrases words appear." To communicate emotions, in aim of clarity, or to help Verbally in communicating our anxiety, or sense of honour Even anger, love or fear.' Some terms are formed generically.' Yet others are forged and planned.' To strike At the spirit, heart and souls of 'right thinking women and Man' the word...

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My voice broke on the edge of breath. We stripped the bark from our ribs like trees to find no center. Blood is a language we forgot in churches. I held your absence like a flame burning under my tongue, while skin remembers the names we never spoke. I was becoming not better just closer to the fracture before the old name. And you fell into me like a glyph not carved. We did not rise we undressed....

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The dainty walk of Chinese women beyond the Wall in olden days was due to cruel and unusual punishment confined and constrained by strange customary ways victims of fashion prisoners of fad small feet were in sadly big were bad forced to wear a pair of lotus shoes very small baby steps were all they took altho' it wasn't until 1912 or so when...

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Blood of gems crosses the tides a fractured tremor of a weary river fog of marrow diluted by tremors spines chained to the edges of a coral sinking deep stones upon a shore that quivers and the body hears only a wave mute that carves....

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