Domestic violence Poems
Domestic Violence
by Arshia Sheikh
It’s still a domestic violence.
Even your head is not slammed into a wall,
And you are choked ,
Or hit by monster, and you fall.
It’s still a domestic violence.
If they degrade your pride,
Blame you what have not done,
Scream on you , and you couldn’t abide.
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Spider web curtains and Illusions
by Tammy Darby
I am an imperfect sculpture
Of life' beautiful scars
Frightening when viewed too close
Perhaps better glimpsed at from afar
Twisting wounds
Healed over scratches
The heart entombed by loves hand
Blood covered enchanted latches
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The Boogeyman
by Tammy Darby
Please protect me from the boogeyman
Who slithers into my thoughts late at night
And forces me to wake up screaming
Little hands coiled into tight fists
Defiant, frightened and ready to fight
His hair is brown and cold eyes blue
This demon who infiltrates my dreams
There is no exorcising this monster
Who haunts my rest with evil that shines and gleams
......
after hours
by aditya vats
Mine hands revel to fervid lecherous sighs,
softly brushing your bristle skin and vividly
stroking your flushing hair.
Yours clenching mine wrist, moaning to end
this apocalypse and your eyes dreading in
despair.
The after-hours turn mine human hands
vicious slave of the whole
......
The Proposal 2.0
by Daniel Ryan Cotler
The Proposal 2.0
"How you act in the next few minutes,
will decide the night we face."
So I swallow down my tears,
hide the fear in my embrace.
If I falter, if I fall,
he says he’ll walk away,
But what happens next,
is a nightmare come to stay.
......
The Proposal 2.0
by Daniel Ryan Cotler
The Proposal 2.0
"How you act in the next few minutes,
will decide the night we face."
So I swallow down my tears,
hide the fear in my embrace.
If I falter, if I fall,
he says he’ll walk away,
But what happens next,
is a nightmare come to stay.
......
after hours
by aditya vats
Mine hands revel to fervid lecherous sighs,
softly brushing your bristle skin and vividly
stroking your flushing hair.
Yours clenching mine wrist, moaning to end
this apocalypse and your eyes dreading in
despair.
The after-hours turn mine human hands
vicious slave of the whole
......
Domestic Violence
by Arshia Sheikh
It’s still a domestic violence.
Even your head is not slammed into a wall,
And you are choked ,
Or hit by monster, and you fall.
It’s still a domestic violence.
If they degrade your pride,
Blame you what have not done,
Scream on you , and you couldn’t abide.
......
The Boogeyman
by Tammy Darby
Please protect me from the boogeyman
Who slithers into my thoughts late at night
And forces me to wake up screaming
Little hands coiled into tight fists
Defiant, frightened and ready to fight
His hair is brown and cold eyes blue
This demon who infiltrates my dreams
There is no exorcising this monster
Who haunts my rest with evil that shines and gleams
......
She'll rise
by Shubha Sapkota
They may shoot her with their sarcastic words
Or cut her with their ferocious eyes
They may kill her with their hatefulness
But still, like an air she'll rise
They may hurt her, defeat her
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