Torture Poems

Torture poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of torture poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on torture are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Him

Him short poem

He plagues me Filling my mind with anxious darkness He chases me Haunting me through the day and into my dreams He curses me Young years replaced by pain He mocks me Telling me I am nothing more than a

Inward Journey

Inward Journey short poem

And the lineage of existence does not fade. I try to wipe off, the heavy showers of death, daily. The pains were rising, in every word, in every talk. As part of nothingness, I was trying to find happiness. Put

Innocent Eyes?

Innocent Eyes? short poem

looking at her, I glazed into her innocent eyes never knowing the false truth hidden in ’em never could I imagine that it was her, never knew it was her. looking at her, I gazed into her innocent eyes believing

Nothing But Abandoned

Nothing But Abandoned ode

Reporting my story to you Live on CNN the Cable Network News Interviews with Christiane Amanpour So ambitious she wants to write my memoir Like TmZ hasn’t already asked for more Even though I’m so unknown Boy from the projects

The Sober Girl

The Sober Girl prose poem

This girl have been cooking food for her family, she used to have a promise for eternity, that she would be with only one person, her parents would have chosen that man in person, but one fine day her innocence

Poems containing references to : Torture

Oh Father

Oh Father prose poem

I was tense, My son hadn’t returned home even past midnight. I had an empty stomach But was hungry to see him. He came roaring on his bike, To zoom past me into his bed room. I anxiously asked my

If I Were Young Again

If I Were Young Again short poem

Piecemeal summer dies long winter spreads it’s blanket again. For ten years I have lived in exile, locked in this rickety cabin, shoulders jostled up against open Alberta sky. If I were young again, I’d sing of coolness of high

True Beauty

True Beauty long poem

Hello there! I see you’re sad, What?! Why are you making a big deal out of irrelevancy?! Yeah, You been called ugly, so what?! I’ve lost count the number of times I have been called ugly. Don’t let it getting

I Stand Here Alone

I Stand Here Alone long poem

I stand here alone. Afraid. Why did you ever lie to me? Dragging me further and further down with this temporary love, You had me paralysed, mesmerised with your very essence. Why couldn’t I break free..? Weak, so weak I

Tale Of A Christmas Eve

Tale Of A Christmas Eve long poem

She sat by the fireplace waiting, For her husband’s returning. It was Christmas Eve, He would get an early leave. She had laid the table, Switched on the light cable. The fire was warm, There was a quiet charm. The

Paradise

Paradise long poem

The wild waves lashed out in all suddenness To suck me away into a watery wilderness To drown me alive, embalm me with salt The devil and the deep sea could not halt The onslaught in love which turned into

Distance

Distance short poem

I miss you so much everyday, not having you hold me and hug me, feels like torture in every way. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, setting the soul free, What changes will come ahead I wonder. I wait till

A Criminal’s Conscience

A Criminals Conscience short poem

His mind was cultured for vicious activities, His passion criminal perfections and dual identities, His soul lingered on malicious immoralities, His goal to torture and destroy individualities. He stood on the gateway with a loaded gun, He opened the gate

Sanguine Fervour

Sanguine Fervour prose poem

You’re welcome in! I’ve seen you…. In my dreams, as in life, echoing the velvet onyx abyss of your soulless heart, And sweetly enshrouded with the eternal stench of history’s charm. The doors, portcullis to my chamber, lay stark wide,

Three Stanzas Inspired By Francis Bacon

Three Stanzas Inspired By Francis Bacon short poem

I painted a pitted brick wall whitewashed it with a sable round brush size 0 blotting out my memories in every rough pit a map of hell surely torture and death can’t last forever grinding lime tasting sweat snowblind I

On The Name Of …

On The Name Of … short poem

only the half-truths engage the nightfall the thing of dawn asked to wait in pouring blows sponsored by sin of brutal torture burning the genitals pushing sand in mouth blood rimmed stool I become you sit on eat your dinner

Chemotherapy

Chemotherapy short poem

People never looked beneath the veil Thus, they never know what exactly that means Rumors say chemo cracks one’s nails Then one will vomit all day His face tinted a sickly green They imagine monstrous machines billowing black smoke Churning

My Mind Is A Place

My Mind Is A Place long poem

My mind is a place, and often I’m told Those who would venture are far more than bold Vast twisting caverns of darkness and light Thoughts in a jumble with no wrong or right Fear and disorder, perfection and truth

Sally’s Ghost

Sally’s Ghost long poem

Well SALLY’S corpse is in the graveyard But her ghost clings to me like an old wet Blanket…maybe it’s because I treated her Like dirt when she was alive and shot her When I caught her cheating on me then

A Sanctuary For Lost Love

A Sanctuary For Lost Love long poem

It has been one year since you died my precious Jasmine Ever since losing you i haven’t been the same The sky high ambition i once had has been doused in cold water The wings i use to spread so

Parasite

Parasite short poem

Knock! Knock, Are you there ?. Tell me! Tell me !, Are you even breathing?. Suffering horror!, Are you afraid of the torture?. Tension! Tension!, Don’t you even mention. Panic! Panic!, All over prevailing. Killing ! Killing!, Your lust is

Oh, Moon

Oh, Moon short poem

Oh, silky silver moon, come down to earth, Keenly, since long I have been looking forth. We will have sweet talk by sitting closer, Forgetting all hesitation and fear. Like you, I remain wakeful in night as stars, Waiting for

The Golden Pot Of Education

The Golden Pot Of Education short poem

The golden pot of Education Education, education, education This is the most powerful weapon one can use to conquer the world. In the modern world we are living in life without education is just like a veld without plantation .

Confess

Confess sonnet poems

How can I tell the tale of my little heart? Stuck snugly on the tip of my tongue, since long. Strengthen me; further delay may hurt her heart. Give me clues to confess, without prolonging. Even though we are so

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams short poem

I saunter down a shady boulevard Walk on a rocky, uneven path My shadow trails behind me slowly Hunched-back, dragging a lead ball wearily Every step is a torture us both As I walk bare-footed on slivers of glass Each

Recovery

Recovery short poem

I’m better now, the illness gone, I never thought it could. I met a friend, I didn’t know, he told me that I would. We will see the world together, he told me with a stare. I met a friend,

The Great Mortal Death

The Great Mortal Death short poem

oh ye death,you ocean of death roll away, please, roll oh ye abyss, fly away from us millions of souls in thee are buried, sleeping until the sound of trumpet sounds when you strike faces are painted with sorrow beauty

Untrailed

Untrailed short poem

It was a wake up call invoked in the beginning of serene numbness. Under the veiled threat of a moon celebrating the kill. A path in croci; waiting becomes a torture for a saffron sundown, mercury was rising on snowy

The Battle Within Me

The Battle Within Me prose poem

Maybe it was just the hand that I was dealt. Never had luck trying to figure life out. I’m doing my best to be the best man I can be. But there’s something evil that dwells deep inside of me.

Belonging

Belonging short poem

You can’t walk down those halls again they don’t smell right your blood chemistry has shifted no longer fearing a foreign language exam except in those dreams which creep in from umber corners reach out skeletal fingers to fuse the

Emancipation

Emancipation prose poem

I feel, A strange hunger A hunger for freedom… Though I have, Yet I desire… A deep unfulfilling kind of starvation… Can never get too much of freedom, The thought lingers, To play on my mind… Freedom… Intangible yet priceless,

Drumming

Drumming short poem

in hired spring and naked thighs the eternal sorrow did not go, it was living in our memory under the gun of an unknown soldier. The mania had brought the overwhelming jeopardy of artificial smiles, the swords, and ropes and

Opening

Opening short poem

I’m trying to escape from the prison I made, once, for my flesh, shattering the bars of fear which lost their purpose and meaning- something dies in me yet I replenish myself as a round moon. Walls, raised by my

What Is Love

What Is Love prose poem

What is love? If you had asked me a few years ago, What is love? All I could have said was, an endless torture of someone who claims to care for you yet does everything they can to tear you

The Peacefulless Death

The Peacefulless Death short poem

Great storms swaying here and there Who this time is it swaying away Man living everyday in fear Am I to go today or live another day Peaceful and eternal rest Most see death as such but what of the

Seek What’s Missing In Me

Seek Whats Missing In Me short poem

Positive thinking brought positive results I bounced back from my mind’s insults I’m free from the torture my mind endured How bad I truly was seems absurd Free to enjoy the future once more Can use my mind for what

Cerebral Sacrifice

Cerebral Sacrifice short poem

Maggot-like thoughts burrow, creating Casu Marzu from curds. Turning reason into food for doubts, which suckle and multiply. Impurity concealed in greyness of cells, nourished by lack of words, Spawns malicious self-possession, no exorcist could sanctify. Spiralling desperation deepens the

That Monster I Call Denis

That Monster I Call Denis short poem

I down my sorrow with pain that keeps bugging me again and again. just doesn’t ever leave me wants to hold onto my soul forever. Every time I think I win I start over again you see its clever. It

The Manifesto

The Manifesto prose poem

The discomfort of self, the sheath of truth crumbled by the church preaching ignorance and bitterness God does not look upon you with grace and love, this is what they tell you You are poisoned, grotesque, morbid, monstrous, and vile