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Your eyes are cold dark dead like your soul you say you believe in God almighty in Jesus name amenI hear your voice ringing in my ears my hearts beatingI hear the bell ringing, the door knocking the card chopping My hearts beatingClick click click
Let’s start this with some countingOne, two, ThreeOne, two, ThreeOne, two, ThreeThreeOne in three girlsIn this room willSuffer at the handsOf the one who swearsThey love you
Purple used to be my favorite color Until the blank canvas of my skin Was tainted by the purple marks That reminded me that the love I thought I had perceived Was never the love that I received
I wish my pain could write a song, powerful enough to save all the broken hearts that were done wrong. If only I could find a place, quiet enough for my mind to not give way,to chase.
It isn't your fault. You don't deserve this pain, you are not weak. It might feel like you are weak because you can't seem to find the strength to stand up for yourself.
Her life becomes a mess of Red lipstick defenses Red lipstick state of mind Look but don't see Look but don't touch
i love you, i love you, i love you. i love you so much, the bruises don’t hurt. i love you so much they’re not bruises; they’re accidents, and they won’t happen again. until they do. until i black out. i love you, i love you, i love you.
The body remembers what the mind forgets. Forgets, you say?Oh, no, no, never. No way. Locked away.Maybe to resurface someday, when the momentSeems safe enough to allow what was held at bayto return.
In the warmth of the brilliant, early morning sun, comes a shadow only I can see marinating in its holy scent the delicate gradations in between. It is a virus, a pathogen particular to you, but, as well,
Everything is Dark I stare out through my window I feel numb and I can’t move Am I scared? Boom! A flash of light a gun is firing, I don’t flinch Why can’t I look away?
For a whole year, we sat and talked and fought. Because I love you Jay, We talked. We argued. I hit you. Because I love you and I don't want to lose you.
I put on my rose-colored lens The day I met him When the “I love you’s” and “You’re my everything’s” Were clouds covering a dark storm
I can't believe what I just saw, A nigga hit you up as I'm scrolling through your wall. No, there has to be a good explanation Our relationship ain't built for no degradation
He came home late last night I was never taught how to fight He loves me, to him I owe My body. I've been told by him so He hurts, but then apologizes I forgive, for in his eyes is
Because I love you, I'm going to leave blemishes of crimson and purple that cant be explained away.Because I love you, I know your every move; you can't leave unless I say.Because I love you, I'm going to make everything you've done seem small.Bec
Love isn't something that can be explained but felt. Love isn't something to take for granted but to cherish. Love is putting someone else's pain and suffering before your own with no hesitation.
I know I haven't written In a while, but I'm getting in that mood again And can't stop thinking about what happened So I'll do this to get it out my mind. And I hope I just stop crying.
He threw the woman he “loved” against a wall last night. She needed to defend herself in that fight His anger was heard through the walls Her screams apparent as she falls
He keeps saying he will change But it seems to worsen everyday There’s nothing else to do but pray. He comes home drunk
I had been dating a boy for two years, seven months, and twenty eight days when he raped me.
My Room. Its calm.
The door finally closes, another day spent, Another act finished, but I’m not content. I look in the mirror, stare into my eyes – Were they fooled today by my act, my disguise?
I have a few things left that I need to let go. The scar tissue tells the story that I haven't told. I didn't know it was human trafficking. Picked us up dropped us off, motivated us to sell their magazine's.
all of my life, i heard shh, no, shh why is no easier to say for you than it was for me ? i grew up with people telling me "shh"
The wind picks up and the horizon turns burgundy red The people of this city scurry to their expensive cars Racing to get home to see the kids, to finish the game, for dinner. But what they don’t see
This is a rape poem but i am male impossible you say fuck you i trusted this man he was my friend a few years older we played hide and seek with the rest of our friends
Seeing these days of darknes
Watery Sight at times of lonesome Nights, To Ponder, To Whimper of tomorrow’s whispers and what will be in store Or if I’ll mourn. Boiled blood, tears are shed and burn to nothing
An elegant blue sleeved dress, Long, flowing, hanging on the rack, Modern but conservative, She grabs it, Looking avidly at short dresses, strapless and free,
You wouldn't think that it would be this hard to listen to your own thoughts and your own heart. The silence doesn't help, it only makes it worse. The silence makes my thoughts lonely, makes my mind race.
"Ok, she admitted Mommy you were right.Something unrealized until there was absence of light.Every word her mother said kept running through her head.
Sweet Supple Innocence The press of sinewy hips Our flesh entangled before the gaze of silver plated St. Peter, the protector I merged into you, no longer me simply an extension of you You became my puppeteer
He says that I’m too sensitive As our friends cheer on to his venomous jest It’s just a joke, bud, lighten up (I’m incensed)
You slapped me for a year, I endured.
John Dominique once said, “You cannot kill truth. You cannot kill justice.
Ring-ding-dong A man casts a shadow upon the lawn. Ring-ding-dong To her chamber he is drawn. Ring-ding-dong A kiss he gently lays upon, Ring-ding-dong The brow of beauty long foregone.
Perflectly alined stars Embrace me tonight. Regular love does not satisfy. Fictitious love cannot draw my eye. Every hour Calls me closer To you. Peppered with bruises
Adrenaline courses coldly through my veins. My body responds, my voice fails I said the wrong thing. Now he's mad, no, furious i quickly disengage my vocal cords, refusing any other words to flow out of my mouth
It started out ok, It started out good. It started out the way it was supposed to, It started out the way it should. But I dont really know what happened, Something had went wrong.
I'm confused I dont know if i should love you or hate you you never felts my mom's pain
A memory was triggered today.
They look perfect on the outside Everyone wants their relationship Nobody know what happens behind closed doors Nobody hears her screams at night She keeps a fake smile on her face
The words I see transparent, I want to believe them but yet I know there outcome. As a plastic bottle, these words you speak, I've heard them all before. These recycled words
Scared hiding from the thing scaring me Scared of the loud sounds I hear Scared that tomorrow may never come Scared that life is to short for comfort Scared to be alone Scared that I haven't done enough
Stop the lying, I see through you. Stop the yelling, I see through you. Stop the staring, I see through you. Stop the pushing, I see through you. Stop and realize,
Raped, beaten, yelled at, threatened I still keep my head up high Ditched, cursed, bullied, shunned I still say good morning every time you walk by I am a strong woman
I am drunk on you You make my worlds pin Arounbdarond Slurdsp ech tlli passut fAdedc onsciousns ... ... i am hungover on you you said i did it how?
Oh, mama End me because when you sent me to ground, my lungs caved in I dug my own hole, shovel in hand, but when I looked back at you, mama, you threw me in, and the door slammed shut
Who are you that I let you control me? Who are you to tell me who to be? What I wear, who I talk to, Boy, I thought you knew. I can't be tied down I won't be the prize you carry around town
Everyone talks about it Why won't you be about it This angry hand that you raiseDoes nothing but appraise It appraises our loveHow worthless it isHow it hurts to stick around
I was born in lead that’s what I have learned You edited my body, and now it’s my turn. I’ll be my own artist and draw back each line, Each stroke of courage will emerge over time.
I’m home right now and daddy’s at it again Drinking into his normal haze While he slips into his other phase I’m hiding in the closet like I do every night When daddy’s drunk and nothing’s right
Her condition is that she is a walking contradiction, for she is a soul burning with hot fire and coals born into the coldest winter ever. She’s living in hell amongst demons yet some say she looks heavenly.
bound to the thought of tradition, chained to the idea of reality structured in the ways of the ones before you, trapped in the shadows of others
I couldn't say to you what I'd really like to--This morning I woke up with an aching head,My arm had three bruises instead of one--You are my teacher, but who am I to you?
A poem about domestic violence:
She can taste the blood in the corner of her mouth From when she was tripped during a struggle to the door The iron taste to accompany the scarred ford From when she “fell down the stairs” at the home of her “love”
My body was a temple my heart made of gold a stranger he was so impulsive and so bold he took what was mine innocence forgotten as he crossed the line
I am here. In this dungeon. I fear losing my grip on sanity, for the longer I am bound to this cage the more I feel my mind chip away.
When you hear "animal" What do you think? Furs of brown, Or collars of pink? What about man? The ones with no virtues, The ones we can't stand, The ones we can't rescue.
Those Hands From his hands to the wall, that's what she goes through. From the wall, there's a fall, his knee meets her through. Bloody fist out her jaw, now whose the fool, because she knew what she would go through.
Pretty young girl named Cree Her boyfriend always giving her the third degree "Who you with?" "Where you at?" When he doesn't get the right answer he hits her with a bat How is that? She says she love him like crazy
She blasts the radio trying to drown out the sounds of her mother wailing, father wailing on her mother, but neither TLC, 3LW, nor Destiny's Child is loud enough to cover her mothers screams.
I am from a broken home. Where I had to raise myself and protect my family. I am from a house of lies. Where my parents never felt love for one another, but stayed in it for me.
You are human Whether your name is Gerry Truman Or Lindsey Thomas. We are all alike, this I promise Resolute in our being There is no need for bleeding We can't change the facts
silent as a barn mouse swift as the wind sheer as the bride’s veil sinking once again and she’s vacant in the room now evanescent wind voicingnothingsilently veering from the bend