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!

Conquer By Words Not By Sword

Conquer By Words Not By Sword short poem

How foolish. How sad. How awful. When can they stop acting they don’t know? When can they stop pretending that they are not hurting others? They can kill me physically. Or hurt me emotionally. But, I am not the one

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

Ever Since I Was Woken Up By Weapons

Ever Since I Was Woken Up By Weapons long poem

Ever since I was woken up by weapons Ideological balloons are shooting at me. Scared by an advertisement dream I am hiding in reality Which is beating me with a bloody rod! To shoot or not to shoot – to

Drooping

Drooping short poem

For a desolatory trident I was feeding my anger. I could not do it, sell myself for punitive lenses of my calculus. A nymphalid arsenal. The war was still going on to strike in deep pockets, demolishing nascent hope. Future

Gandhi Isn’t Dead, Is He ?

Gandhi Isnt Dead, Is He ? prose poem

”Gandhi is dead ” they say . Is he , indeed ? Well , if death means the end of physical existence He died over six decades ago . Having fallen to an assassin’s bullets He became victim of outrageous

Faltering Tongue

Faltering Tongue short poem

He did not want anything after the sex and death of a protagonist. Rebuffed and sliced through the body, the onus was left on toxic mix. He died in deprivation, in intensity of hunger and fluidity of thirst. The quartet

World In The Brink

World In The Brink short poem

It was just News flash, nothing to be scared about. They were just News flash from a distant land; from far away land where the inhabitants were, well, that is if they were assumed as people; were thought to feel

Tricks

Tricks short poem

Trees toss their canopies horses shaking their manes all the manmade arbor street signs, power lines each motion exaggerated in woeful orange glow we’re smashing pumpkins torching porches huffing spraypaint and praying for violent excitement cops chase blue flashers and

Broken, Dead And Dangerous

Broken, Dead And Dangerous short poem

The dangerous chainsaw of destruction, the damp and musty cemetery of cruelty, the dreaded dead drug of desperation, the dusty dirty crossroads of determination, the hollow eyeball socket of fear, the mysterious lake mist of hatred, the mindless needle of

Welts Of Dispair

Welts Of Dispair short poem

Walls slowly closing in So fixated on the seams of the tiles Till they faded Cold and wet Longing for warmth But the lights dimmed And the body left jaded The heat of the fast flowing blood Did not give

I Was Closing The Weeping Chapter

I Was Closing The Weeping Chapter short poem

When terror strikes, fear inside you makes a hissing sound, breaks the vessel. Pain spurts out. Your limbs swell like sapphires in a naked suffering. You were searching the face of your dead brother on burning ghat. And then on,

The Loving Demon

The Loving Demon short poem

I take your hand, So soft and clean. Future scars will warp like a band, Those pure eyes that haven’t seen. My hands, rough and red, From blood of past victims. My sinful limb strikes your head, Then I say:

On Fire

On Fire short poem

A snowflake lands on barbed wire A world emotionless stretched by a liar A freedom of speech when it’s truth we desire A preacher can preach but I’m not for hire A ruling class made by slavery minimum wage provider

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

Failed Performance

Failed Performance short poem

For death of conflicts, and conflicts of death, the coming of cessation, I was waiting. Tomorrow must come before eternity, that inness, I will come to terms with one day. The absoluteness of certainties creates a danger of half-truths. An

Anthropologist

Anthropologist short poem

The anthropologist came a great distance to observe and study the recently discovered subjects. Nothing was know about them Nothing at all. The anthropologist was anxious to get to work to set up the study. The work would be intense

Anchored Briefly

Anchored Briefly short poem

While melting-down he was going to cheat the death. So be it, bribing the inevitable. In search of me, you and self, life was coming to an end. Standing on sharp edge he wanted to go back to beginning of

Poems containing references to : Violence

Memories of Mum and Dad

Memories of Mum and Dad long poem

Where are they now, these people who loved me? One of them is dead and the other might as well be. He died early and she’s waiting for the devil to ring her. I don’t think of them often, but

A Beautiful World

A Beautiful World short poem

Why do people think the world’s going to end when they say that God is their friend? They pray Gods kingdom come to earth as in heaven so mixed up so full of leaven. How can this be how will

When I Was A Raven

When I Was A Raven long poem

When I was a raven, I flew out of the night, My ebon wings flashed and glistened in the light. The wind it held me high and carried me away, But not a soul would listen to the words I

Wanderlust

Wanderlust short poem

Rocky terrain of high mountains, The snow capped peaks ignite, The wanderlust in me; To break away from the drudgery, From the petty human loss; A caricature of intelligent race, Victim of different definitions of God, Blind to the color

In A Box

In A Box prose poem

In a box with rusty padlocks in a corner of my head, Are the broken toys of a childhood, laid to rest in premature separation. Drowned emotions and strangled feelings, together dressed in black, Are shadows of an inquisitive soul

A Women’s Day Poem

A Womens Day Poem ode

Many of them wonder what I am dreaming of I am at the age when most of my life is behind me If I tell them the facts They will feel it is all an act I say, It is

Onward Struggle

Onward Struggle long poem

“Where the mind is without fear And the head is held high” The words of Rabindranath Tagore, Haunted me day and night. And yet all I could do was to draw a long sigh! For all I could hear, Were

Vile War Versus Moral Peace

Vile War Versus Moral Peace short poem

Bloodshed, bloodshed everywhere Mere violence in the air Clouds of obscurity strewn about The sky of fateful memories. A terrible terror crammed In the inner core of the heart There’s no room for mercy now Retort hatred with hatred And

An Ode To Kalam

An Ode To Kalam long poem

Rameshwaram it is, Where the intellect was born, Brilliance personified, Treasure of knowledge, Curiosity is space, Efforts are the missiles, Pride of India, A true son of the soil, Far from riches, Humble He was, Values and virtues, Deep within,

A Woman’s Fear

A Womans Fear long poem

Deathly silence enveloped the vicinity As tears welled in every eye Stirred every heart,soul and mind That photograph and that beautiful face Thrown out of existence By inexplicable desire and malevolence Now cast a ghostly radiance In the light of

Restored At The Last Breathe

Restored At The Last Breathe long poem

In the ancient lives of the comrades who speak and heroes and sheroes who sleep, Sailed in the dim hopes of them who stood stubborn to believe did I, They lay captive at the merciless grip of the local oppressor

My Silence: A Short Epic

My Silence: A Short Epic long poem

1 She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young

Tears For Her Boy

Tears For Her Boy short poem

A mother sits by a graveside, Tears rolling from her eyes She doesn’t know the reasons, The what fors or the whys. Men who wear their business suits, Who only care for oil and cash, Sent her son to faraway

Tale-bearer

Tale bearer short poem

They were counting the bullets and bodies. The severed limbs were twitching. Sometimes to go back to their owners, but the faceless torso selects a bush to hide the remains. The leaves are falling on the make shift home of

The Smudge Of Time

The Smudge Of Time short poem

It all seems important until someone doesn’t remember the squabbling plans of a coven of third grade girls to torment a classmate each with a thick red pencil sharpened for poking each put together as glossy as a nine-year old

Signs Of Wounds

Signs Of Wounds short poem

Signs of wounds Her house is there on a circus And there my heart and head in fuss In winter boiled eggs I enjoy In summer sweet curd supplies a boy My longing is only to see her Pretences movement

Crystal Visions

Crystal Visions short poem

Welcome…to the 5th world of mysticism well I see A Crystal Vision and consulting my big black book of Miracles to recite the incantation you need tonight with A wave of my hands and a flash of light I change

Death on grass

Death on grass short poem

Sometime, somewhere I will break into many moons – an oblique answer to a terrestrial question of a pale river. The heat is on, because of the fatal mistakes. Violence has pregnancy. Walls stand alone without a roof hauling the

Death And Apollo

Death And Apollo short poem

Honeymoon with history was over. A two headed snake was sitting on a coin of leather in grass. Blue tongued jewel was going to serve the enormity of destination. Disquietingly, decomposed relics were coming out of the rubble. Coil of

The N.d

The N.d prose poem

My home!!! my village!! My zone!!! My heritage!!! slowly transforming into a town as I pray and dream of it turning into a city, what a pity feeding the nation and suffering from kwashiorkor I see the tears of the

Fairy Rings

Fairy Rings short poem

Immensity of deviation was exploding. Abruptly my frail frame collapsed. I did not know the answers. I was lost in my inner sanctum, full of hollow escapes. The ugly ‘ism’ was devastating. Not in, not out. I was blowing up

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

Living

Living short poem

They didn’t fear the violence in the sky Rare in Seattle, a dark parade of corybantic Beasts where there’s often a light grey Ceiling. It came on in a pinwheel, blotting Every point on the rose in its turn before