#violence poems on Hello Poetry

unnamed May 2019

Pretty

Ever since I was a little girl, I had always wanted to be pretty. To be a beautiful princess, a tall and irresistible super model, the gorgeous actress of a telenovela, or the weather girl that always looks fantastic, even though that's not really the purpose of her job.
Laughing, dreaming, and playing silly games. All that to grow up in a society where they DEMAND YOU to be pretty because if you aren't, you'll never be good enough. In a society where you are judged by your looks and not by your skills, where you are treated as a ****** object.
I didn't mean that when I said I wanted to be pretty!
Being catcalled, sexually and psychologically harassed, **** attempts... and the list continues.
Everytime, going out with fear, dressing as covered as possible, crossing to the other side of the street and being forced to be extremely prejudiced with people, because you never know if you are going to be the next victim.
I DON'T WANNA BE PRETTY ANYMORE.
I wanna be smart, capable, kind, loving, respectful, honest, funny, creative, generous, strong, loyal, determined, humble...
But above all, I wanna be
RESPECTED FOR WHO I AM.

I'm not a poet or a writer. Just a really tired person. Sorry if I ****.

#violence #abuse #harassment #girlssupportgirls #tiring #**** #beauty

Manuel Hutchinson May 2019

Answer My Call (Full Story)

what a kind word he said.
made a bullet rupture my liver.
my skull cracked in two.
It all started with
I love you,
And
I love you too.
If you would of told me this was wrong,
I would of told you this is right.
I looked into his eyes that night
He told me he would never let me go.
By his side I felt safe,
They say love is blind,
I say never judge a man,
You will never know what you may find.
Ravens, Doves, and a Cross.
Watch the truth unfold.

From that day on,
He captured my soul.

Now there I lay with my eyes closed
Watching myself, dead. In disgust
Not because I wasn't moving, but because
I wasn't moving on up.
To the sky. Now I finally understood,
I was deeply in love with the devil in disguise..
And to think it took 7 read texts, 3 missed calls
for him to find me.
teardrops fell to my face as he placed his hands on my neck.
They didn't tell me love is this powerful.
" I want to be with you forever "
Words I will always dread.
He wanted to be black and blue, just like me so he put the gun to his head.
Even though I was born innocent
The gunsmoke filled my spirit.
Blinded me, is what came from the sky
Whispered a soft lullaby...

God if you gave me one more chance,

To turn back time,

I would take everything back that night.

When I looked into his eyes.

Please hear my cry.

I never knew these words had so much power,
I pray that you equip me with strength,
I know I ain't your best child
My hands are too close to the fire.
I'm still learning how to keep faith
So please shield my heart with your armor.
Forgive me for I have sinned,
I didn't listen to the clear signs
All I want is one more chance to do it right....

And here I breathe,
A brand new life.

©MH

Here I release my new poetry with a story. Feedback would be appreciated please. Let me know what you think! Thank you.

#poetry #story #love #peave #domestic #violence #angels #god

Tori Schall May 2019

Fractured Fixation

This never-ending silence beats down fabricated skies,
And twists words of hope and comfort into a writhing mass of lies.
This voice of hopeless love or obsession
Spirals down into the darkness, deep into depression.

Raise the cool metal to the sky up above
And let the worries melt away, fly like a dove.
For when the world is both cruel and kind
That single bullet serves to remind

Let tension melt away the fears
As your mind is aged beyond your years.
And like all bright things have a dark end
What was once torn, the metal shall mend.

#stress #death #suicide #violence #lies #voice #poem #depression #guns #world

DG May 2019

d e m o n s

They say focus on yourself
but whenever you will,
They will grab your head
And turn it around.
They may turn you back
And then stab you there.
And if you resist,
They'll grab your neck
And make it snap.

#demons #insecurities #violence #insecurity #poetry

DG May 2019

v i o l i n s

I cut off my ears
at a beautiful note

And fall in love when
it's a screeching sound

I gauge my eyes out
with the violin's bow

The audience claps
so I take a bow

Lately, I have been détaché-d
Colorful melody, no strings attached

Take the strings of the violin
Tie them around my neck

I grab the neck
of the violin, choke myself
and say

Violence is yet
another instrument
I can't play.

#violence #violins #instrument #insecurity #anger #poetry #love #music #performance #insecurities

Isaac Spencer May 2019

Discord is a joke

I wrote for 10 minutes,
A lifetime of carefully chosen words,
But the app crashed and closed and burned,
And my finished poem disappeared.

#loss #depression #anger #violence #discord #hate #garbage

will May 2019

Garden of Evil

How can something so sweet be so poisonous
a little petal full of toxins
a flower that feeds on death

How can so many lovely things be deadly
a plant creating scopolamine
a leaf that brews violence

It's all how you use them
they can sit pretty on the sill
or create chaos and unhappiness

#flowers #violence #drugs #poison

Kat May 2019

we will talk about this

I.
in this space without shadows,
i was a witness how this world became stranger
until it wasn’t mine. the memory of touch carries the torch,
through a deserted island, an abandoned house,
another girlhood turned ghost-town.
his sour amaretto mouth
closer, closer, closer.
saturday mornings i used to watch cartoons on the tv,
big goofy characters. these pictures come to me from afar
and dissolve into black lava,
at his hands cold metal sting.
with the tenacity,
i cling onto the hope of forgetting,
monuments were built for
gods and prophets.
so it goes.
somewhere in the world
mouths move around the filthy word,
forming the saddest companionship,
like two orphans who recognise each other.

II.
once upon a time,
i believed in a magic stronger than seduction.
why don’t we try to be less entitled?
after all, nothing was promised.
those of us,
attacked, assaulted, agonised,
in the sacredness of home,
in the public eyes wide shut,
fade into TV static noise.
how loud are the sounds of this
realism replica,
in bold letters proclaimed
now available:
FEMINISM!
(sold at every fast fashion retailer)
ALL GIRLS ARE BEAUTIFUL!
(but we still need to profit off your self-hatred)
LOVE IS HURTING
(why don’t you try to see his side?)
it’s nothing personal.
shame just happens to make good money.

that was a hard thing to write and to post. my mind felt very hazy. i still don't know whether i struck the right cord with my words.

#trigger #warning #****** #assault #feminism #sexuality #gender #issues #violence

Natasha Bailey May 2019

Authority

authority, a position unknown to minority...

Military will only help temporarily,

Until the repetition

Becomes addiction

To violence.

Then like a sheep to its Sheppard,

Follows the police.

Diminishing the quality,

Of equality.

As chaos doesn’t subside.

Authority turns ruthless,

dressed in weapons everywhere they ride.

Contradicting by disrupting ‘world peace’.

Desperately in need of headgear and a mouthpiece,

Praying to reach a pleasant release,

Before hitting solitary, on the edge of madness,

With fear of fatality,

That could have you permanently resting in the cemetery.

How is deprivation of freedom correcting one’s behaviours?

Is gaining the ability to fend for your nation now classed as an act of superiority?

#authority #ftp #demonsandangels #violence #equality #equalrights #metaphors #peace #crazy #truth