Domestic Violence Poems - Poems about Domestic Violence

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE MENTAL ILLNESS AND DIVORCE

AFTER WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS MY JUNK SICK ABUSIVE HUSBAND ESCALATED THE ABUSE TO PURE TORTURE HE WAS BITTER FOR BEING KICKED OUT THE ARMY HE EVEN BEAT ME CAUSE HIS MOTHER DIED OF CANCER LEAVING HIM WITH A DRUG ADDICT SISTER HE STARTED TO BLAME ME FOR THE

The Silent Screams

There are voices all around us
Not loud, not obvious,
But aching to be heard.

Within this poem lies three unheard stories
Three souls, each silenced by society
A woman who smiles in fear.
A boy punished for love.
And a girl whose dreams shrink in the shadows.
Their pain is different,
But their silence is the same.

This poem is for them
For the unheard,

Survival Mode

I broke away not so long ago,
But there are things I want you to know.
I survived, yes, but I’m not yet healed—
A healthy life still unrevealed.

I wake each day often with a start,
Worry and wariness still haunt my heart.
Pains of the skin are all long gone,
But the uncertainty still breathes on.

Starting my day, I follow

My Nightmare

I remember the night he tore me from light,
From the home of a friend to the jaws of the night.
A grip like a vice, no mercy, no grace, 
My head in a whirl, blood drained from my face.

He cursed as he dragged me by handfuls of hair,
Shoved me toward steel with a murderous glare.
He swore

I Know That Silence

I know that silence you hold in your chest,
The scream behind smiles, the ache in your rest.
Where love means walking a thin wire line,
And his “I’m sorry” feels like a red warning sign.
I know all the lies and the secrets you hide—
what would they say if the truth got outside?
You map every bruise like it’s

How To Make Him Hit

I know which cup to leave chipped in the sink,
Mouth open begging for rot.
I know which word to spill—
Vinegar, nettle, sour-spit—
To make him blink slow and tight,
The way thunder coils before breaking.

It's a little game I play.

I wear the red dress he hates,
The one that clings like wet birth skin,
And I let my laugh scratch

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

When trust is broken 
Feelings start fading 
In love you become lazy or crazy
Can't confide in each other
A place of peace, calm or serenity 
Now a battlefield, steadily pouring out aggression on each other.

Two hearts that caress and defend each other
Start bruising or humiliating each other
As they wrestle 
The children watch, then start screaming 
Don't

My Reality

I’ve lived and I’ve loved or so I thought,
came out broken, beaten and battered.
A false embrace a kiss of lies,
All loves games I bought.

Tried to be just who I am,
Not one would care to ease.
Friends, family or chosen mate,
Would bring me to my knees

Shut my mouth to obstruct the blow,
The Anger, fury and wrath,
The Inevitable

Comfortable being Miserable

you were completely comfortable
being miserable
like pain was a roommate
like the yelling was a lullaby
like love was supposed to sting,
and silence meant everything was fine
he broke you in chapters
never enough to close the book
just enough to fold the page over
so he knew where he was up to
you wore makeup like armour
told yourself
“it’s not that bad.
he's just

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SURVIVOR WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI CONTINUES

MY PRAYERS ARE WITH ALL DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIMS AND SURVIVORS MY DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SITUATION STEMMED FROM MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS BECAUSE THE FBI WARNED ME MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND HAD BE INVOLVED IN ARSON RESULTING IN 8 PERSONS DEATH I WAS LITERALLY BEATEN INTO SILENCE

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SURVIVOR WHO WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI

I AM A DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SURVIVOR I'LL NEVER EVER BE HIS VICTIM AGAIN I'LL NEVER EVER MISS THE STENCH OF ANGER RAGE VIOLENT OUTBURST THE SPITTING WHEN HE YELLED SCREAMED AMAZING I SURVIVED AFTER RETURNING FROM MY JOB AFTER GIVING BIRTH AGAIN HE BEGAN RANTING RAVING THE FBI RELOCATED OUR FAMILY AFTER MY WEARING WIRES

The Mask

The Mask 
 
You hooked me with your charming ways 
And I fell hard and fast.
I couldn’t have believed you 
If you said it wouldn’t last. 
 
I didn’t know what hit me 
when you started with your scorn.
What should have been my harbor, 
quickly became my storm. 
 
I tried and tried to please

FBI INFORMANT DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SURVIVOR

SURVIVING COPING LIVING BEHIND MAROON DRAPES IN HIDING SUFFERING FROM PTSD DEPRESSIVE DEISORDER ANXIETY DISORDER PANIC ATTACKS YOU FOCUS ON YOUR HEALTH NARCOLEPSY DAYTIME SLEEP APNEA TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AFIB SEVERE OAIN AND SUFFERING WHO AM I IM A BROKEN HUMAN BEING SURVIVING IN THIS WORLD STILL HEARING MY FETUS HEARTBEAT EVERYDAY I FLASH BACK

END DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

Angst of grievous hunger prevails
Seeking benefactors to grant their need
Hoping truth of compassion creed
To work well, shutting woe-filled wails.  

Wrestling amidst rigorous plight
Street kids yearn for hunger to end
With heaven to open and send
Nutritious food of health delight.

Yes, there they are begging midst hope
From domestic violence-pain
Leaving home where sorrow does reign
Finding shelter where they

Silent Mission

  

Glass shattered Saturday afternoon tea for  S I L E N C E

holding steady raven momentum for its own  r i p p i n g
fire from heartbeat slashes its void to tumble wounds of 
wisdom weeping slow dirty tears of biting burns inserting 
into wordless flesh of waiting before window

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