#violence poems on Hello Poetry

Krystal M Toney Oct 2020

A soul asleep
found bullets colliding
and the devil was charged
only for the bullets that missed.

So Riot! Riot! Riot!
And burn it down!

Because a soul that weeps
fuels the body
that riots.

#NoJusticeNoPeace

Amerikkka was built on the backs of bruised, ****** black backs and I refuse to let my ancestors' forced sacrifice be forgotten because acknowledging the racism that thrives in the country you loves make you uncomfortable. Lives over capitalism. My ancestors were forced to build this country...and their descendants will tear it down.

#justice #peace #breonna #taylor #police #violence #black #lives #matter

Melissa Phillips Oct 2020

THE NEED FOR PEACE

I look around the world todayand see the pain and strife,
it's then I am so thankful for my ordinary life.

There are those who choose to terrify this world we're living in,
violence and guns that take the lives of the innocent ones within.

So much hatred running rampant,
the sound of war is ringing loud,
and we can't help but notice the darkening of the clouds.

There are children who are crying in the streets we walk upon,
with no one there to hold them at the breaking of the dawn.

All around us we see people
who could use a helping hand,
just words of encouragement, someone there to understand.

Homeless people, single mothers,
starving children cry in vain,
depressed people with no answers,
all cry out with a voice of pain.

What will it take for us to see, the answer's still unknown,
in order to achieve world peace,we have to start right here at home!

This is the first poem I have had the courage to share with anyone but family! I welcome your thoughts, comments and critiques!

#peace #fear #violence #love #harmony

Owen Oct 2020

Violence until Peace

My heart says I'm done
with this life,
with feeling,
with wanting,
with being.
But my head
screams in protest.
Fight, live, breath, rage
til death takes me

Throwing myself to the world.
Give me everything .
The pain.
The sleepless, lonely, empty nights.
Skin crawling
and the urge to tear holes
in this vessel.
I'll push this body
to its limits and beyond.
Longing to break and shatter.
If I have to bleed dry
to expel her poison
I'll have violence until peace.

#peace #heart #done #violence #over

beckie d and the poetry Oct 2020

No Victory

I will not play this game
I forfeit
I give up
In done
You think that means you've won

But how can you win if you're holding a gun?

sometimes there is no winner

#games #winning #losing #violence

mayur Oct 2020

nameless fear

three two one...
at the edge of the dark alley
i stopped,
and they broke on to me.

before they could touch me
i handed them my body
and i ran off.
ran off, in such a despair
to hide myself safely
in my mother's fearless tears.

voices out recent violence against women in India

#women #safety #feminism #india #poem #poetry #violence

John-Paul Richard Oct 2020

Write

Write between the lime juice lines,
And basil blood,
On the cutting board
To the rhythm of cooks' kitchen knives,

Write between the wet mop tendril trails,
On the reused restaurant floor,
As you carried to clean
A mistake some rich man made,

Write to the beat of the press,
Punching out the steel form,
In accordance with the curriculum,

Write in the silent moments,
Chewing homemade sandwiches
Through the cigarette smoked sunrise

Write between stun grenade blasts
After cleaning tear gas attacks

Write in between ****** boot prints,
The shape of the state seal
Congealed to the street.

#protests #justice #violence #teaching #school #write #riot #working #class #proletariat

monique ezeh Sep 2020

11:23 pm

thinking about how cops are beating protestors senseless not even 20 minutes from where i live.
thinking about how they block off the streets and stand unmasked, batons in hand, other hand resting pointedly on their gun.
thinking about how it could be me next— another unspecified black face and black body and black existence snuffed out— a hashtag, a mural.
(and those are the lucky ones.)
thinking about how a memorial is the best case scenario for a black life.
thinking about the bodies in the street.
thinking about blood splattering the ground, mixing with paint and obscuring the “black lives matter” lettering on the road.
thinking about the chalk art and loud music in a neighborhood soon-to-be-gentrified.
thinking about how we’ve grown used to the stench of rotting flesh outside our doors.
thinking about the taste of blood in my mouth from my nearly-severed tongue i didn’t realize i was biting.
thinking about the tension in my neck and jaw.
thinking about the way my eyes never seem to close.
thinking about the eyes that will never again open.
thinking thinking thinking.

thinking.

#blm #blacklivesmatter #police #policebrutality #violence #memorial #death #decay

Jiya Sep 2020

musings of a sad man

i am a very sad person

my daily musings consist of
bodies
falling tastefully from
the glorious heights of
towering buildings
in the CBD

overzealous edgy branding
accentuates my
razor sharp words
showing off my
sexiest features

i have the hallmarks of
a depressed teenager?
shocker innit
i wear it on my sleeve
my emotions, that is
or rather
under my sleeve

it took a couple years but
finally I have come to find
that people appreciate a splash of
broken young lady in their lives

i’m just kinda
defeated
sick of pushing it down y’know
my new hobbies include
******* the will to live
out of unsuspecting
girls who
run around preaching
false niceties

you see
it's because I’m also
a very mad person
in more ways than one
i have poison on my tongue
spitting cynical-juices
at everyone who dares speak

just, ignore me! Please!
i beg of you.
let my sadness simmer
with the boiling of my blood

‘double, double toil and trouble
fire burn and cauldron bubble’

i recite the lines as
i cackle away
understanding that
the witches from Macbeth
were really just women
with attitude

in this guise I prepare
to the rip the flesh
from the bones of
those whom I love the most

for I am sad and mad
therefore it is a justified
act of violence
and one who is both sad and mad
can only hope to commit
such acts of treachery

i shall feel joy
for the first time in years
smiling a ****** smile
as acting on ones deepest desires
is awfully fulfilling

#sad #angry #mad #lonely #death #violence #powerful #****** #pain #suffering