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Love Poems About Abuse or Abuse Love Poems
by arthur vaso |
Categories: abuse, art, bullying, kindergarten, religion, silence, symbolism,

Breaking Bad

Breaking Bad


Criminals
dance with slum lords
they shed fake tears
victims they shout
from Ivory towers

Mock and attack
they of dark cloth and deceit
possesses no real God
they whoreship only their prey
living by night not day

Some even screech praise untowards
sick is the mind who follows
dead morals and upended graves
they really are the bully's slaves
Yet their churches pew is full

Criminals all
singing love songs
sewing fear and anger
no wonder God got fed up
evicting them one and all


by Sunshine Shine |
Categories: abuse, courage, deep, heart, inspiration, love, poetry,

Roar

Just because she roars
Doesn't mean she doesn't feel 
You don't know her ordeal
Stop and think before you squeall
You don't know what she has to conceal 
You couldn't possibly know how she feels

She hasn't made any deals
She tries to be real
And Before you appeal 
You should love her enough to let her heal



 


by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories: abuse, anger, betrayal, emotions, psychological, spoken word, truth,

The Pain Game

Why do people, want to cause
Other people pain
Where is the Love 
That will break the chain

Someone says something
Then it's tit-for-tat
I've played this before
We all know the score
Now who's up at bat

I think it's time, for us to play
The self healing game
Before there's no one, left
Around to blame

One that's more thoughtful
And much less insane
Let's reach for the Sun
And help everyone
Come out of the rain

All we have, is this fleeting chance
To get this right
No time for jealousies 
No time to fight

Don't say, that you're sorry
Don't seek to forgive
Just start here today
And throw it away
And learn how to live
 





by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: abuse, anger, angst, death, me,

MURDERED

   ~he murdered me~

I was only 21 years old
Here I lay, beyond the cold

I  granted him, the best of me
Praying for his love endlessly

I never listened to anybody's advice
Only to my husband and his lies

He bore a bad habit of beating me
No matter, his love was all I could see
 
On my last day, he took me by surprise
Now everyone around me cries

It's too late to tell all my loved ones good-bye
Or, even understand the reason why?

Today I'm in a place where he can't touch me
In a box called a coffin, only I can see

While you stay and rot behind in jail
God did and took me away from your hell

:)

by Marty Owens |
Categories: passionred, love, red,

Crayon of Bright Red

Red is the crayon that I love to use.
So vivid and bright without any abuse.
 
I color so lively and make each stroke count.
Even making the water red in the fount.

In my pictures the hair on everyone's head.
Yes you guessed it, they're all a bright colored red!

The seasons of summer and winter and fall.
I color them all red without any appall.

So if you're an artist you plainly can see.
Everything will be red if you depend on me.

If you've heard like me, as it's often been said,
That "Passionate people always love red!"

by Paul Callus |
Categories: abuse, sad, violence,

FGM

*
Female sexuality
Fanatically robbed
Fraught with violation
Forever left in shame.
Folds of indignity
Forceful invasiveness 
Fulfilling love denied.


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*I feel very strongly about this topic.
  Have been meaning to bring it up.
  This Pleiades is short but meaningful.
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Contest: Any Poem#29
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A.
Placing: 2nd

by Pigeon Tart |
Categories: abuse, addiction, forgiveness, relationship,

Laws Of Attraction

Mind over matter

      It seems the mind
      is more forgiving
      than the matter

Love at first sight
Magnets inseparable 
Believing true love could
Conquer anything
but anything butt up against matter
Hard enough Long enough
turns out
is enough is enough
for matter to shift
Attraction becomes Repulsion
leaving
Mind over matter

      The mind forgiving
      matter not forgetting

Both hoping time will heal the wounds

by Wendy White |
Categories: abuse, anger, anxiety, break up, depression, feelings, hate,

Hidden In The Rain

She has faced the ghosts from her past.
Traveled beyond the razor's edge.
She is haunted by shame's overcast.

Once engulfed in misery's darkness.
Blame it on insecurity.
Storms of emotion, she tries to repress.

She hides her tears in the rain.
Angry cries are muffled by thunder.
The wind blows away her pain.

A man's lust was disguised as love.
She was misled by impatience.
Her soul is cleansed by water from above.
\
She wandered into the light & found protection.
A discharge of hope revived her spirit.
Now, she can withstand bites of deception.

She hides her tears in the rain.
Angry cries are muffled by thunder.
The wind blows away her pain.

by Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick |
Categories: lovelove,

All That I Am

I love him with all that I am ...
Beyond the noise and hype of this world
Beyond the ebb and flow of ocean tides
Beyond all the hurt and pain we have borne
Beyond the dereliction and abuse
Beyond the bias and disrespect
Beyond the abandonment 
The disparagement, the scorn
I honor him, his beautiful spirit, and his heart
And ‘though tomorrow is not promised to him and me
As far as my heart does know, 
I will love him to infinity
~*~ 



by A Yorkshire Poet |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, anxiety, lost, pain,

The Torment

You've seen beyond the dark
You've lived behind the light
What is it?

To you the truth is lies
To you life is a crime

Your lies make you survive
Your truth is where they hide

Dark rages deep inside
Light can't get through your eyes.

The secrets of the night
love burned out of sight
The horrors of the mind
The torment you must find

What is it?

by Robert Allen |
Categories: patriotic, political,

Assange in the Ministry of Love

Encased in inch-thick glass, Assange displayed;
The plaque upon his cage reads "DISSIDENT;"
The withered man in court is laid;
Imprisoned corpse announcing precedent.

To those "who hold these truths self-evident,"
Behold the Press awaiting punishment;
To be delivered to your government,
The Law so torn in wreckless brandishment.

Abuse! And ursurpation! Tyrant! Swine!
One Nation under God? Or under You?
Your boot does stamp upon that dream of mine
Believing "We the People" to be true.

Reclaim Your soul! For God's sake free this man!
Redeem the meaning of American.

https://www.truthdig.com/articles/the-annihilation-of-julian-assange/

by Faye Gibson |
Categories: abuse, forgiveness, marriage,

Kiss of Forgiveness

I have been bruised, a wounded love,
trampled by uncaring wrong;
a joke, he laughs and turns away; his disgust
blatantly displayed. I offer God's shalom.
Neglected, a young wife disowned;
he the undisputed ruler of his realm.
His harsh commands hurled from his throne,
cutting and cruel. God grant him calm.
I dare not hate the bitter rod
he wields upon my shattered soul, nor react,
for it has hastened me toward God,
a mystery only experience can dissect.
I yield to providence, a jeweled grace,
that bids me kiss my persecutor's face.

Copyright, 9-2-2015
Faye Lanham Gibson

by Eve Roper |
Categories: abuse, earth, heartbreak, imagery, mother, nature, world,

Mother Earth's Plea

Mother Earth's Plea

Once upon a time I was so beautiful

Now my body is cluttered with pestilence,
I’m slowly dying inside.
Hear my suffering,
feel my rain of tears,
my seasons of grief and anguish

Please restore my magical beauty and charm,
the rhythm of harmony and balance
so I can survive


If you love me, keep me clean and recycle.
Everyone needs to pitch in!



6/17/2015

 



by Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis |
Categories: abuse, best friend, blessing, caregiving, devotion, encouraging,

Light and Love Illuminates

Haiku #13,005-13,010.......................................Light and Love Illuminates

One resolution
Smart measure, full screen intake
Trinity means love.

From morn till night, light
Soft potent gems beckon us
Main ingredient, love.

Nutrition is gem
Light, airy rejuvenates
Strong ever ready.

Old friend is light weight
As jogger I'll glide through air
Steel stole feather's joy.

I feel glow of light
Frame pictures of healing light
Silent New Year's gift.

A heavy laden gut
The weight of a heavy heart
All time thief of our joy.

*

by Afolabi Muideen |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allegory, anger, anxiety, betrayal,

LOVE

Cessation the love
Household has been scattered
When love lost

Humming in the community
Malicious gossip in the society
Disorder in the society
Degrading the society
Society has been scattered
When love lost

Humming in the state
Malevolent rumour in the state
As the day chameleon to night
Insomnia in state
Peace elude state
State has been scattered
When love lost

Mystery to nation
When    love    lost

Oh! It is a dream
Why do we stop loving
While love exist
Love is above all existent

by Richard Palmer |
Categories: devotion, happiness, life, love, relationship,

Relationships

Can a relationship last without trust,
How long will a relationship last without genuine love,
What do you see when you look into your partners' eyes,
How do you feel when they are in your arms,
Are you comfortable with your sprouse,
Do you still see the sparks when you kiss,
Feel the energy when you curl up beside each other,
Do you still play and laugh with each other,
Or is abuse slowly creeping in,
Do you still make plans talk about future events,
Don't let your relationship become a daily drag,
Trust,genuine love,comfort,communication and care,
The spieces of a great relationship,
Season your relationship well,
And enjoy a life filled with love and more love...

by Bobbie Jo Price |
Categories: abuse, anger, betrayal, depression, first love, horror, pain,

Be My Own Version Of Death

wrap your arms around me a little too tight
let yourself be the noose that ends my life
tear ladders in my tights while holding me down
pull a little too hard and drag me to hell
take my heart, its in the center to the left
its yours, my darling, take it right out of my chest
clutch my hand a little too roughly
shatter my bones and call me lovely 
take me to the Eiffel tower, guide me to the top
hold me from behind and give me a gentle shove 
rip my ribs out with your teeth, one by one by one
play them like the grand piano, show them how its done
lather your lips with venom, careful not to taste
kiss me until my last breath, simply watch me break.

by Ryan Tyler |
Categories: abuse, bullying, child abuse, childhood, religion, sad, violence,

The Wild Child

My past was violent.
My world was quaint.
They made me a demon,
instead of a saint.
My past was full of cruelty.
They called it love.
I only felt the darkness,
as they preached from above.
They said I was a sinner,
that I should change my ways.
Whilst I cried with fury,
I hoped, an end to my days.
They shackled my wrists,
and tried to warp my mind.
Telling me, in Gods love,
freedom I would find.
With pride and arrogance,
they did this to a child.
They tried to birth a sheep.
Born rather, an animal that is wild.

-Angel Fatale-


by Tiani Rodriguez |
Categories: abuse, dark, father daughter, how i feel, hurt, leaving, strength,

Dangerous Love

You wanted someone strong; you wanted someone who wouldn’t crack. You thought you were making me tough by breaking me down. You told yourself it was the only way, because I wasn’t the boy you wanted. 
No
I was a girl, your first born. I was delicate, young, and very impressionable. I grew numb to the pain I became accustom to. 
You succeeded. You made me into someone the world couldn’t shatter, because you can’t break something that’s already in pieces.

by Rohan Moran |
Categories: abuse, anger, betrayal, child abuse, childhood, family, feelings,

A Stepmothers love

Hug him,
Comfort him,
Nurture him,
Her guise a sweet yet cunning ruse.

Break him,
Twist him,
Ruin him,
She was my fathers own to choose.

Hold him,
Calm him,
Kiss him,
A joyless game to play.

Drown him,
Choke him,
Smother him,
I almost died that day.

Breath taking,
Promise making,
Seraphim,
Two minds two worlds apart,

Soul faking,
Heart raking,
Psychopath,
I saw this from the start..

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: abuse, angst, emotions, feelings, hurt, imagery,

Pit Of Despair

At times life can seem unfair
as your heart loses all hope.
And from a pit of despair
you struggle merely to cope.

Love is an elusive dream
interlaced with nightmare thoughts.
And anxiety's extreme
tying your stomach in knots.

You try to rewind life's tape
but you find it's stuck on pause.
And there's no way to escape
the suffering, or its cause.

Abuse morphs into self-hate
guiding the knife on its path.
And admonishing your fate
you let its blade purge your wrath.

Every cut exacts a toll
unleashing a scarlet flood.
And yet the pain in your soul
is numbed by the flow of blood.

by Dom- X- |
Categories: abuse, addiction, celebration, dedication,

I love using the N word

No, no, you got it all wrong
This is my N song

I love using the N word in everything I do, I am
NO, I am not Sam, I am

I love the N word, when told to google thing
I don't like the N word during the middle of a fling

Many times I use the N word, when asked if I took the batteries 
NO, I did no such thing, you crybaby

I use the N word, when my girl needs sUm cash
I'm not falling for that dash

A simple No, to all money grubbers,
 beggars

I'm not a "YES" man
I'm a "NO" man

On occasions, I love using the F word even more

DX

by Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
Categories: abuse, addiction, art, funny,

Walk Softly


I love the way you walk in your stilettos
The clickety click sound of your heels 
The seductive sway of your hips 
And the luring gaze that appeals

But when you walk softy
That is what I love the best
As your stilettos cover new territories 
Across my bony chest

Oh the view my Soupies the view
Of man’s weakness I do stare
But never trust a woman in stilettos
As your bit lay unattended and bare.

Uhhhhhhhh!


 I am the Mad Poet. For Debbie Guzzi.  (I never enter contests to win.)

by JEAN MURRAY |
Categories: abuse, blue, emotions,

FEELING BLUE

I was feeling blue tonight.
Remembering the pain 
of you leaving again.
When our children blamed me.

Blue is my favourite colour.
Light blue especially. Reminding
me of clear summer skies.
And warm goodbyes.

Navy blue of night, stars bright.
Moon reflected on still water.
Skinny dips and deep kisses
Before I became your Mrs.

Music can be blue too. 
To match my mood.
When I think of you, or try
not to...as the case may be.

Black and blue, my battered heart.
Right from the start.
No Valentine for me.
I'm done with love you see.




by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: abuse,

The Vow of Abuse

When love was new, she felt so sure that he
was perfect for her! Everywhere they’d go
together, and he’d call her constantly.
They quickly married, for he loved her so!

He made a promise; this is what he’d do:
watch over her forever, and she found
it so romantic, but she had no clue
how closely to that man she would be bound.

He certainly watched over her, for she
was forced to quit her job. Each dime she spent
was monitored. She had no privacy.
He even checked each email that she sent.

Too soon she learned he kept his vow too well.
To have someone watch over her was hell.