#violence poems on Hello Poetry

The Foodie One Apr 2020

Yet

His hands around my neck
Me, trying to catch my breath -
I haven't found it, yet.

#hands #breath #voice #violence #abuse #struggle #healing #self #research

Graff1980 Apr 2020

She was my first artist,
a painter of purple pains,
peruser, abuser, and pursuer
of passionate stains,
taking my flesh canvass
and raising red welts.

As the master of other mediums
she could reduce me
to feeling more than lonely,
and disconnect this homely
child.

Till, the world
was a window that I could
never break through
and depression was
the only avenue
I ever really knew.

She was the first artist,
and taught me the craft,
but as an adult
I sit back and laugh at that
and tell the shadow of
the mother I once knew,
that I will not be taking up
the family artistry.

#violence #abuse

Carlo C Gomez Jul 2020

Bellwether

The silver lining
of her otherwise fuchsia
underwear, was in its ability
to sense danger.

The gray area
of her otherwise rosy
lips, was in who they were
allowed to kiss.

The red alert
of her otherwise bronze
thighs, was for what attempted
to get between them.

The white elephant
in her otherwise beige
room, is what happened
to her prized possession.

#dating #acquaintance #**** #assault #women #objectified #violence #colors

adam olofantur Mar 2020

violet

violet is the new black
violence is the new love
trying hard to fill the lack
lying down the backyard
dreaming something of
warming up my back
you watch the life above

you heal my scars from crack

#love #violet #violence #healing

Zywa Nov 2018

You can't see it

You can't see it
in the room, not on the floor
you can't see it anymore

in my sheath, the wound
of his blind attack
it's over, I am

myself, my body
washed, my home recaptured
ready for the fight

with you, whoever you are
you follow, until I release you
until I release myself

it is my bed, my belly
your pleasure has to wait
for what I want

because I didn't want to
not to see, not to feel, not to remember
I wandered over the ceiling

the nothing of nowhere
I was not there, not at home
in this room, on this floor

Collection "Bruises"

#**** #violence

Graff1980 Mar 2020

Untitled 451

Are you pleased
with the capitol
that these corrupt
institutions seized?

Are you happy
with the aftermath
of the blood bath
for which you asked?

How does destruction taste,
is it a bitter brew,
to see those who
you slew
in the name of greed?

Tell me did you need
to seed said chaos
to make us,
so ******* great
by bringing in
more ignorance
and hate?

How do you do
with this ****?
How do you feel
about misfits
who don’t fit
with this society
of war and depravity
in the name
of capitol games
that we now call
progress?

Watch this
and tell me
if you really believe
in the American dream.

#war #greed #violence #humanity

Jay M Mar 2020

Fear & Violence

A cry in the night
A shriek in the fight
Blood-chilling
Hoping it wasn't blood spilling

That was just a time
It was supposed to be a happy time
But they weren't up for that red and green
Things turned mean
Behind closed doors
Hiding on carpeted floors

Then the second time
A shriek again
Small sounds
A heart did fall
Behind closed doors
Hiding on carpeted floors

People talk
Stalk about the house
Not quite a home
Never would one have ever thought
That sort of thing could be
Plea that all will be well
Yet, can that ever be?

Plans made
Agreements and bans
Gather what you can
No longer shall it be
Then what?
Stop it if possible,
Or just drop
Thoughts of secrets
How many can we keep?
Then take it
Every last bit
And put it on the page.

- Jay M
March 24th, 2020

Welp, that wasn't it.

#fear #violence #stop #help

Fredy Sanchez Mar 2020

Walk to Reflection

Walking alone by a desolate park
Shouldn't have been there, it was well after dark
I heard a noise, quite like a bark
I'll be honest it caught me off guard "Where you from dawg?"
Came the question from a guy who was probably.... the same age as me...
Some voice, whispered, Don't stand there: Flee!
Yet another told me to stand still,
From my pocket I took out a dollar bill,
And said:
Where I'm from this is worth more than your life.
Your dad bailed '*** he was a lowlife,
Now You think you know strife?
At 10 I carried a knife,
By 11 I had used it twice,
And from very early I realized.
The where I'm from
In That hell I called home
Fools put a nine to your dome
For a quarter let it be known.
Every single one is worse than Satan's spawn.
I grew up Surrounded by this.
How in the hell am I supposed to find inner peace?
When I hadn't even seen lion king yet
But friends with holes on their neck?
Yes sir, you bet
What else can u expect?
When killing your brother is just another step to earn respect..
And I'm About to turn this fool's face into mince
Ready to lynch, my fist was clinched.... except....
The other guy was gone
The reflection from the water pond
The only thing staring back at me.
Now I didn't know whether to stay or flee.
But The one thing I knew well,
Is that in that place... home isn't better than hell

Growing up around the violence that my country had normalized made me realize that the only person who can stop me from becoming a monster... Is myself

#society #life #justice #violence #adult #lifeexperience #reflection #story