Short Domestic Violence Poems
Short Domestic Violence Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Domestic Violence by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Domestic Violence by length and keyword.
I fear nothing,
except maybe,
feeling nothing at all.
You can't shake me,
not even thunder can move me,
watch as I
rumble and roll.
Dark heart
Onyx bruises
Madd lover
Entrapment fooling
Swollen lips
Teal tears
Indigo ears
Crying years
Violet prayers
In shelters
Only light
Love weathered
Emerald eyes
Need sleep
Courageous flight
Embracing peace
There's no debate. Don’t retaliate
If she makes you so mad, uses all the patience you had,
Dear son - Walk the other way!
If she hits you first , so your anger will burst,
If she blocks you, so you can’t leave, please believe,
My manly son – walk the other way !!!
The silent treatment
Stunned silence,
After that first sweet kiss,
Blissful silence,
Cuddled by love's soft fire,
Angry silence,
Something is amiss,
Endless silence,
Does he not tire?
Screaming in silence,
Breath choked to a hiss,
Shocked silence,
At the funeral pyre.
Was on my way to sleep
But I heard tires screech
Then heard voices yelling
The tone was so foretelling
Domestic violence in the wind
“Open the door let me in”
Some more yelling again
Then silence as if a sin
I’ll lay awake longer tonight
Hoping everything is alright
Love pierces the air,
Shatters my view,
I sigh, the sky
Is blue.
The sky is heavy, stormy,
Lightning slices through,
Thunder growls, anger scowls,
I'm blue.
The heaviness in my brain,
Thoughts of you,
Sadness is back, I am black
And blue.
A kiss shared in the storm,
Love that's never true,
Poison sips, my lips
Are blue.
A man who destroys one woman
destroys generations.
Silence follows silence....
These footsteps you no longer walk
are not mine anymore.
As you turn to dust in the grave
that houses the unfulfilled carcass
you waited your whole life to become,
your pages yellowed and blurred reach me
without your mortal voice and I am
illuminated.
Little Johnny Walker,
he was quite a talker;
He's seen a woman,
so he decided to stalk her;
And when he had fallen,
the police came a calling;
What's the use she's a victim, now of domestic violence;
She was and compliance, but he broke her silence;
Now he's a bocker...
they arrested Johnnie Walker?
4/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Useless, you're under attack
You are under attack
You were to react
You're black
You are under attack
Prejudice racial strife
Domestic violence
a woman beaten by her husband or boyfriend
You won't leave
Why you love him
whack
whack
whack
You're stuck in the abdomen, face and back
You're under attack
12/16/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Awakened by a chilling voice,
the surreal begins.
Shattered lives
and splattered blood
draining from Connie.
It seems she passed
her life on to me,
its my ghost,
made not of shame or guilt,
but of love and friendship.
Her life is mine penned in ink,
like the blood flowing
that awful night.
The victim of Domestic Violence
not fate, not God, but Man,
her man who is not a man anymore.
Sorrow is my weapon, my ink forever.
Your lips smile sweetly,
But your eyes are so cold,
Your arms wrap around me,
Like a cage.
Your hand on my cheek,
In a slap so bold,
Your fingers on my neck,
Eyes hot with rage.
My face on your chest,
Suffocated in your hold,
Love binds my heart,
And I cannot disengage.
Dear Yolanda
I just want you to know that you are safe
Away from the domestic violence
you are loved right here and now
no one and nothing shall
harm you rest sleep
BREATHE
Dr. Health
Level headed is not me,
If kilter
Out of whack,
But killin' it.
Woe, mania is me.
What form of insanity is the?
Who knows which me is me.
Uncertainty,
Out of touch with reality,
Master of ignoring my responsibilities,
Release me,
From your grip
Before you bring me to me to my knees.
Flash backs hit me like a grenade,
Trauma explosion to the face,
Trigger city,
Trigger me.
Traumatize me by touching my soul,
So I know it's time to say goodbye.
2019 worse year of all time
I loss my power, love, respect
For myself. As I pleased another
Man he beat me until I was
Worthless.
2019 was my worse year I
Found out love has many
Forms. I was already a victim
Of rape now domestic violence
Already feel like giving up.
2019 taught me my weakness
Taught me my darkness
Taught me my depression was
Real. Taught me I failed at life.
2019 also was a wonderful year
I found my abuser and he found his
Punching bag
He used his fists, I heard him shout
“clearing those temper demons out”
A bloodied nose, a blackened eye
Drink turns him into a violent guy
Black bruises fade, so does their pain
But the mental scars always remain
I want to leave, I’ve tried and tried
He drags me back, oh how I’ve cried
Held captive - I am a beaten wife
Who can’t escape this abusive life
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06/09/2023
You are better a divorcee, alive
Than a loyal wife that could not survive
Beating upon beating, arguments thrive.
Over some things, strategic jokes deprive
Of peace, trust issues make loyal days strive.
To cope of what such abuses derive-
How violence subsequently overdrive
Pains more enough than body could revive.
Easily crying for cooling death's drive!