Emotions in Poetry
Many people, be it survivors or sufferers of child abuse, verbalise their emotion in poetry. This isn’t a recent development but something that has happened throughout the centuries. Shakespeare expressed his emotions through his writing, Robbie Williams even expresses his emotions in his songs and love is often expressed in the form of poetry. In this section I wanted to offer people the to express their emotions in poetry.
I have written many poems in my time about the abuse and how I was feeling a lot of which can be found at The Foundation of Survivors and this is just one of my poems expressing my emotions in poetry:-
Pain
You tied me to a radiator, You tied me to the bed,
You only gave me water when you lifted my dying head.
You locked me in the bathroom, the window was so small,
I couldn’t crawl out of it as my body was too sore.
You hurt me everytime you tortured me, I tried so hard not to cry,
You came and gave me agony, the feeling that I should die.
Now that I am seeking and crying for help there is nothing you can do,
The fear, the pain, the suffering will all be left to me.
I was lucky enough to be in a position to express many of my emotions, thoughts and feelings when I made the decision to write Cry Silent Tears and it is a journey I am continuing on whilst writing the second book.
If you have a written a poem or have tried to express any kind of emotions in poetry then feel free to leave a comment with your poem.
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:56 pm
hi joe
your poem has moved me deeply
i have books full of poems as its the only way i can relise my emotions i hope your life is goig the way you want it to
from kyrie
xx
October 8th, 2008 at 8:59 pm
hi joe, i just wanted 2 say tht i have written loads of poems since my abuse was finally out in 1999 but i have struggled wit it since i was 3 years old but im worried how i may turn out because ive herd over and over if u have bin abused u become an abuser i dnt want tht 2 happen i love my lil girl more then life and could never dream of hurtin her. i think u have done ure family proud even ure dad by wot u have achieved wit ure first book. keep it up cant wait for the next one. xx
October 21st, 2008 at 12:57 pm
Hi Joe,
I started and finished reading your book last night and felt compelled to check out your site.
I myself had a tough childhood-Though nothing like you and some of the other’s on this site, mine was emotional and physical at the hands of my mother.
It’s so hard when you know that your parent has been abused and those issue’s are passed on.
My mother was sexually abused by her father and two uncles after her mum had become ill with Luekemia this hell went on for her from the age of 8 till she was 15.
I kept trying to make excuses for her and her behaviour because of her past but I could never understand why she never treated my brother like she did me(not that I wished it on him)
I ended up in care-thankfully but like yourself I had been branded a liar & troublemaker from such an early age Social Services never bothered to try and get to the root cause of it-they were happy to be rid of me!
I then got into drugs in a big way to try and avoid dealing with everything I had been through and witnessed.
Unfortunately as everyone that visits this site is probably aware of there are sooo many predator’s out there that seem to sniff out venerabilty at a thousend paces I ended up being kidnapped and repeatedly raped and abused at the hands of my captors for around 6 weeks-when they thought that they had broken my spirit enough to force me into being a prostitute, a street walker. As soon as I could I escaped and have spent the last 10 years trying to make sense of everything that has happened.
I am now just waiting to start a new job as a residential care worker for young people with emotional and behavioural difficulties-I just want to help kids that can’t help themselves make more informed choices.
This is a poem I wrote some time ago now and I just wanted to share it with you Joe & others on here.
So here goes:
The Devil In No Disguise.
He sparked me , He raped me
I was scared I would have his baby.
He killed me, He chilled me
He made my heart stone cold dead.
He beat me, He cheat me
into a life I never shoulda had.
He drugged me, He caged me
into a world of desperation.
He was one man, He was no man
He was the devil in no disguise.
He blinkered me, He blinded me
to a life of honest integreity.
He hurt me, He numbed me
to the point I hurt myself.
I lost me, I found me,
now I know what it means to have a family.
I nurtured me, I nursed me,
to a whole new way of reality.
I saw me, I adored me,
as I changed from a deranged wreck.
I bestilled me, I healed me,
to the beautiful woman I am today.
He was one man, he was no man,
He was the devil in no disguise
I am one woman, I am Every woman,
Who’s seen what went through his eyes.
I am one woman, I am every woman
He was one man, He was no man
He was the devil in no disguise.
I am one woman, I am every woman
He is one the one(that) we should dispise.