Child Abuse Poems | Examples of Child Abuse Poetry

I open my eye, The sky I saw was red was Colour was, as dark as The mood of the sky. I closed the window’ As light was as light as , The hope smoke gives us. It’s the day I saw a ray. I covered my eye The room I saw black; was Colour , was as the truth was The mood of the...

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When you’ve been subjected to violence, scars and bruises tell. When you’ve been subjected to violence the mind doesn’t trust people that well. When you’ve been subjected to cruelty the scars don’t necessarily show. When you’ve been subjected to cruelty the internal bruises can grow. Finding ways to deal with… why! Why do I react like that? Why do...

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She walked with dreams in her gentle eyes, A future lit beneath morning skies. But shadows crept where light should stay, And stole her breath, her hopes, away. Sawera’s name, now etched in pain, A flower drowned beneath the rain. Not by fate, not by some twist, But by hands that evil kissed. What justice lies in silence kept? While mothers grieve, and sisters...

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I'm your punching bag I'm all the negative thoughts you've ever had When your cup gets empty you can drink from mine I'll drink all the promises you left behind You had a bad day so I'll turn the other cheek If I try to resist you'll call me weak So I take it because somehow the alternative hurts much worse Is...

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We are the innocent ones who were verbally and physically eviscerated by heathens who deemed us weak. The evil ones punished our hearts, souls and minds leaving us in an internal pool of blood. We endured the ruthlessness and brutality from all whom wrongly believed they were somehow above us. There were so many...

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Within the heart lies the capacity for incredible violence. And none are so endangered as those who linger near. The common turn of phrase is, "the heart is an organ the size of a fist", so no one can question the bruises....

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No amount of self-sought fury will bring back the glory of innocence. Well, I've never been innocent. And so, there is nothing left to do but seek. What's lost is found, and what's found is never good enough. So I guess you better work harder at washing their blood off of your hands— and the blood they spilt in an attempt to taint you. Yet here I stand: unmoved, and untainted. ...

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One day, he called her a dog, Slapped her with a ruler, And watched as she sobbed. Sometimes, he’d smile, And say she was good He’d go and pat her head But later, he would yell because he’d wished she was dead I was a stray who made the basement her home I treasured my meals, which I licked to the bone And...

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I don’t have my learners permit. I have had to be the adult my whole life. I have had to tend to their outbursts and tantrums. I have survived all their rat runs I’ve always told myself it’s an assessment A test of my determination I will soon regain my adolescence They’re just giving me a foundation, I have had to deal with...

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I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins, like sunlight weaving through branches, casting warmth on cold earth. In shadows, I gathered light, each ray a promise, each beam a whisper filling spaces of despair. With hands outstretched, I became a...

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Rejection chain reaction New Born Male Child A babe suffering during while A Mother who wanted her son to die Heaven’s intervention rise The new born experienced Asthma, Yellow Jaundice and Malnutrition The birth weight way below normal circumstances Life surrounding was uncertain Doctors are given up hope Assurance was no cope Doctors calculated that the babe will only live to 7 in longevity They...

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To all you parents out there who doesn't have a clue. God is always watching and sees all that we do. We will give account to him for how we raise our kids. Stop blaming everyone else for the things you did. You blame the teacher, police and others for the things they do. When most behavior that they have,...

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As spring graces the face of the earth, an underlying coldness settles below. Petals dance in the fleeting breeze, yet a quiet goodbye waits beneath Time and time again, cherry blossoms bloom, as the October winds threaten to defile them But if winter lingers on the surface, and spring beneath, doesn't that mean that with every bloom, a bone-chilling frost begins to creep. ...

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I can feel it in my bones ringing in my ears the words I long to utter the things I hold near For a long time I held them close did not say them aloud I learned to pen them into poems But the words learned how to escape they clawed and they scrabbled and eventually it was even in song that I learned to dabble And...

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I want them to tell their children about us. Make them afraid of what love can do. Make them sit up at night, wide-eyed, whispering our names like a warning. Say-they clawed at each other's throats, they swallowed their own pride until it rotted inside them, they stayed even when it tore them apart. And in the end, love left...

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