Bad Blood Poems - Poems about Bad Blood

the hole in the street is a gaping wound it’s been here for two months now the walls in the house groan and ache as the front yard hides in shadows the night is an ocean set in front of me while sitting at my laptop i hear a pattering sound i open the door and look outside to see there’s no rain but restless crickets sing a street light flickers dead stars the...

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From the north to the south the east to the west I strive to be at my best I might be the wisdom from the north The joy from the south I might be the sun from the east And the best from the west But I still have my flaws Dust i am and unknown is my fate I’m not...

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You shoot me then blame me for pointing the gun. You stab me then insist that I carve the meat. You drown me but expect me to breathe You spit on my memory then ask it to forgive. You want control of my life or you don't want me to live....

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A dark shadow was shivering, Holding a knife with a dripping blood on right hand. Black eyes started to see dim things, Made her feel even better and stronger. Multiple wounds on man’s body, A luscious smile after taking his breath. Felt the rush moving through her veins, Said she’s not pretty insane. Blood scattered everywhere. It ran perilously on floor As her white dress...

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MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - Bad Blood I should have known, her poor dear face so white but love is love and Paris weaves its' spell and easy came my mark, there on that night she bared her neck, and ready, I could tell; just as my teeth closed closely to her skin an aching pain shot through my soul and tore my probing...

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Social injustices can affect so many A hand to grasp to hide & hold Set on fire to its oratory fragrance... The streets were fought for territorial rights; Out of negotiations with a long line of strife The gangs outside were very mean & controlling, Their territory was grueling etched in a barrage of discomfort.... Bad blood Isn't it a pity that you...

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Blue blood, red blood, royal blood, good blood... Bad blood. My investigations into blood, The brifest of forays into science. Disect the subject, Swift, swift cuts. You wont feel a thing. Dripping onto the carpet, My circumstantial scientific evidence. Specimens and evidence, Evidence and specimens. Crisp dry blood, Crack, crack with movement. Heals over, Just like new. My body is a tapestry of scarred patterns. Proof of my scientific engagements. But for...

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I put my lips to his cheek Reminded me of winter time, not ice cold Without warmth yes, but with texture hard to the touch like a rubber glove on a rock Thoughts will never leave me Sad thing is this is the memory that stands out most Not the little things like dinner or TV But past conversations about death Sitting...

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How did I get caught up in the middle of this mess? I thought that you all knew that love comes first- Before money, before power, before having the last word- My heart is filled with pain enough to burst. I know your anger's justified, you think the other's wrong And both of you make valid points, but I won't...

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