Punching Poems - Poems about Punching

...Narcissists roam restlessly in a strange and weird world; they think they can control their mind and own them without a bit of mercy! Anyone with keen observation is not vowed it's the abilit......Read the rest...

...I remember feeling so empty the abuse had escalated after four hurricanes witnessing a murder horrific traumatic brain injury I was now uprooted leaving my beautiful home in Fort Myers Florida at the......Read the rest...

...Do not try there is no use You will only badly lose Running will not do a thing When I find you it will bring Only more pain you caused this When you took a closed up fist Hitting my friend in ......Read the rest...

...You are a sneaky sly fox Trapping me inside a box Of lies I do not deserve What ever gave you the nerve To treat me with such creulty When did I become the Punching bag for your aggression You......Read the rest...

...Memory, the annihilation loop in darkness haunts… this night…a hammer old, gun barrel cold weight of a baby’s head, less a hair gripping death, tempered fire punching steam subtle, dangerous, ......Read the rest...

...A song in my heart is punching to get out It flies out of my throat with a giggle and shout A nonsensical ditty that makes me feel good. I feel a leap in my soul, I am in an incredible mood. Ki......Read the rest...

... * Content Warning: this poem touches on physical/emotional abuse* ~ “dabble, dabble roiling to rabble toes in the water bow lips babble” smirk......Read the rest...

...A month without you It hardly seems true The days they just drag Like some lingering flu I miss all those chats With the cheek and the charm I wonder if, maybe Would a call be no harm? I ......Read the rest...

...Most of my precious childhood memories center around my mother. She’s the reason why I’m alive, why I smile, and why I cry. The memory of her, her strength, her compassion, and her integrity flow thr......Read the rest...

...Is like a time bomb of words waiting to explode...driven up the road to a new way of thinking....blinking rhythms with words...bringing myself to mind shrinking antics linking...my poetic mind to an ......Read the rest...

...Blaring words without letters, the piecing screams of silence, her face a waterfall of tears, anger reaching for its own throat, looks punching through dry walls. The roots of rage pumping bile......Read the rest...

...I'll play the bad guy, if it will make you feel better. I'll make it my favourite role, they'll probably award me an Oscar. I'll stand in the firing line, taking all the shots - maybe I'm bull......Read the rest...

...I open the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pins and pincushion, and spools of thread. I gaze at the metal spool-shaped bob......Read the rest...

...Come post presidential election 2024... heil to the Wharton chief firebrand - more worrisome than an ovarian cyst every race, religion, nationality, gender, creed, et cetera with impunity dis......Read the rest...

...I’m honestly done with this horrible, angsty doubt inside I slept in for too long that I’m sick of having it with myself, simply hiding I’m genuinely gone glistening like the sun that has surely di......Read the rest...