Violence Poems

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

Violence Against Women

Violence Against Women long poem

From inner room to open field, from kitchen countertop to office desk, her travails remain the same. Everyday she tells stories that draws tears from hearers’ eyes, unceasingly, stories that elicit sympathy-she relates to her listeners; beyond description account on

End Violence

End Violence short poem

One day we all are going to die, but without women the world can’t multiply. Don’t you know us women are so delicate, in our own way we’re all exquisite. Although there’s no such thing as a perfect couple, us

Violence

Violence short poem

Some people instigate violence as a means to intimidate and always get their way And do not care who they hurt as long as they make their pay Others just get drunk and do not even remember a thing the

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Diary Of A Schizophrenic

Diary Of A Schizophrenic long poem

who knifed my wife; who took her soul I do not know, I loved her so was hard to see her bloody body lying lifeless, an empty mess I do not know who knifed my wife, I was there that

Just A Bullet..

Just A Bullet.. short poem

It was just a bullet A bullet which changed everything Which made the land wet Wet with tears Thousand , million tears Which immediately Scarred thousand hearts Filled them with tireless grieving , A deep scar, A haunting memory ,

Visitors To The Fair

Visitors To The Fair short poem

Someone dropped a gun in the crowd – it clattered like candy garish glare of night-time marquees scent of every onion in the world sautéing adults walking on, a mobile forest of legs intent on getting somewhere doing something a

Why Is The Grass Red?

Why Is The Grass Red? short poem

“Why don’t we go to the park, father,” Asked the little boy, slipping his little palm into his father’s, “Like we used to every day Till a month back?” “Why don’t we walk around the park, father,” He asked, tugging

Kenya You Not Alone

Kenya You Not Alone short poem

In the deep sleep of a long day, I woke up at a woman’s scream. Her face was emotionless, yet the heart bled agonizingly From a pain injected at the loss of her womb a terrorist tore apart For a

Omar-2

Omar 2 short poem

Give me something to chew, a savage numbness is engulfing my brain. Water level was rising and the time of rented happiness was over. Pheromones were showing true likeness in hate, violence was brilliantly portrayed and death was hideous. Attachment

Give Me

Give Me short poem

They were burned alive. Most cherished to me, betraying the functionality of a system, interstitial asphyxiation took place. In the garb of a garlanded saint a gun booms. The death is rolled from tongue to tongue, flying limbs get strung

Face To Face

Face To Face short poem

In the valley of blasts a row of jacarandas tall, sweet smelling, shed blue petals endlessly. A colossus spread on wounds of earth. A small girl with pellets in her belly was searching her wounded mother. Essence of sorrow helps

Another Stroke

Another Stroke short poem

On the hay stack lies my body brought from the shooting range. Brain dead, I exit, to watch the blood drenched earth. Foot prints of eternity. Window is shut. No light enters. In tiers, the cadavers are lying in a

A Voice From Dadri

A Voice From Dadri long poem

A helpless, harsh cry Erupts the neighbourhood Then comes the sound of rumbling As if there is a storm breaking down Our thin walls I listen intently and feel my heart Pound in fear I look around the tiny room

The Ballad Of Cairo’s Sorrow

The Ballad Of Cairos Sorrow ballad

War planes high, the sky full of rains, a man cries of death, though not because of drugs like meth, Egypt seeking retribution, for the cruelly cinematic execution, for 21 men have gone down under, amid the crying and the

Failure

Failure short poem

Sound of footfalls was drawing near; the tiger has been set free. In the wild landscape you need some feverfew. Death was constantly stalking to trade off the dolls in lieu of sameness of the stones. The shifting sand drips

With Public

With Public short poem

Love is formidable weapon It really opens New chapter With lot many things to offer Many wars were fought But we were caught With dilemma to see consequences With holocaust and occurrence What do you want to achieve? By being

Gunpowder And Orchids

Gunpowder And Orchids short poem

The bullets dance across my back, The guns hide behind my teeth, They pressed my name on a shiny new plaque, Along with the jagged bodies that can’t breathe. Their eyes are too vacant to see, Far too numb to

A Very Hurt Poem

A Very Hurt Poem short poem

Last night moon was following me discreetly, skirting behind the trees. A white splendor drips, like a dropped coin on poor’s hand. Did you see the blood on roses? The petals were wounded in rain. Casual violence spreads in the

New Kings

New Kings short poem

And there was history to map the terror. A neoplasm was arising suddenly in the aching skull. Chorus of wailing: the burning will not go. Clouds of dense smoke were mindless. All the centuries were smouldering in the hearts of

Shikara Rider

Shikara Rider short poem

In these nights of raining moonlight I ride a shikara… I row away Looking the shores of lost days… I am moving alone through this canopy of water in which the sky poured the melted silver…, in search of the

Munch

Munch long poem

Fahrenheit mid twenties on dole skint Saturdays bordered in black and white diamond linoleum. Lost in days. I acridly observe the English countryside on a coffee table pamphlet. My minds unbridled in those munching country lanes. But sometimes it’s Lost,

Warning Bell

Warning Bell short poem

Gong ! Gong ! Gong ! There goes the bell, A sign of doom, Army of darkness from the hell. Run everyone run ! Run before you are dead, Before you witness your kin’s chopped off head. Gong ! Gong

Warfront

Warfront short poem

The spectre of falling towers in night unfolds in awe. A reclusive star rises in east at dawn. Heart of pig was being readied for implant, tallies with the seizured hollow of a man. A young girl of seventeen, comes

Why

Why short poem

Why did the spider eat the fly? Why did the fly have to die? I tried so hard not to cry. As I wiped a tear from my eye. Why did the frog eat the spider. Why did the spider

Peace Afterwards

Peace Afterwards short poem

Was it a summer storm of sexuality? Only the chaste statue stood in threads, and then went down the cuticle with nipple rings. The demand of namelessness was rising in the dim shadows of brisk tones. To step down from

Silent Pain

Silent Pain short poem

In a world filled with hatred let’s spread love From the ground below to the heavens above Behind every wave of destruction is a broken dream There’s a silent tear and a deafening scream It’s easy to unleash violence sitting

Pheonix

Pheonix short poem

Let us not cry for the fallen statue. he is still alive and writing his own epitaph. Eagles sitting on tall branches will wait for the prey. Why did he fake for a genius running the lives of millions toward

Listening To Forgive

Listening To Forgive short poem

A distended deceipt takes over, when you, you become the fear – under a distorted moon, tangled, unscripted. The damp nails scratching, on the skin of light after hurricane. Ruins stand on broken skulls praising the icy death bringing the

The Past, The Present, But What About The Future ?

The Past, The Present, But What About The Future ? short poem

The blood on the streets Homes broken apart Everyone shouting for the help of God The horn is blown And the Civilians and soldiers set their guns and weapons Bullets elevating through the air into the body Children crying in

*Return Journey

*Return Journey short poem

I forgot, was it me in a body pile draped in dust, still hot, bruised, burnt, a mad megalomaniac starting a civil war, creating suicide bombers, young virgins inhaling death? This journey under the guns, displacing hapless thousands, will reach

Crossing

Crossing short poem

The body was arched in a denial mode on the rose bed, unsettling human emotion in the train of lots. A broken chain of thoughts outranking the holiness of crime. I am not getting the signals of fire, sparks or

May I Say

May I Say short poem

At ethnic moment on the moonfront, artless impressionists of parallel conflicts with anxious looks come to share the self realized truth of mangled uncertainties, watching your own dead body: small chicks huddle together for contemporary thoughts of violence-to kill or

Victory Of Fall

Victory Of Fall short poem

One unthinkably hostile debate started in a colosseum: a path to kill the clemency. A comatose truth was listening to lies. They were pointingly arguing about the nukes option to bring about the peace and prosperity on the strife torn