Bandages Poems | Examples

Autumn

Autumn

….. is mortally wounded!
It stumbles, tumbles 
across the silken, rouged sky
quivering over rusted hedges
shivering through shouldered trees,
splattering, smattering 
everything in blood-red.

On it goes, on it flows
gasping and grasping
at clouds of bandages,
hobbling, wobbling 
suffering deep gashes;
haemorrhaging life
in crimson splashes.

While winter;
with the sly smile
of an Arctic fox,
coldheartedly waits for autumn’s
shredded, dreaded last breath!

Ian Souter 2025

Cell Phones

These hand sized gadgets is something we use to communicate 
We use these devices to relate good news that can't wait
We take pictures and create memories of our experiences 
Also to record a conversation or video  criminal offenses
Many addictions have been created as technology evolves
Different social medias and games to keep everyone involved 
One phone seems to vary in cost from another
With apps such as FaceTime to help distant lovers
Those are the advantages but there's also disadvantages 
Those that causes you to put your neighbor in bandages. 
A conversation full of joy or an argument that's perplexed  
You end up taking someone's life while sending a message in a text
You can't drive and focus while someone is screaming in your ear
Attempting to do so is like jumping rope after having a few beers
Know when and how a cell phone should be used
A topic that this current generation has confused

black chador

Black Chador

The women of Alexandria wear a chador that
mercifully hides her bony body, she could have
fitted a Dior dress snugly, but she doesn't 
know this, she has walked ten miles to buy
bread for her children
She has been to the fruit market too, where
where rib-cage mules with sores stoically wait
A rich, elderly English woman tells the mule
As the owner of it, she has never felt the pang of hunger
Nevertheless, she puts bandages on a mule's
open sores
The woman in the black chador is oblivious of this
Empathy for suffering animals is
a concern of
the wealthy, those who have time to care

Suture - Apr 25

The subtle thread which mends a laceration
is woven through fresh, tender flesh to bind
disreconciled horizons, disentwined
by words sharper than the knives of damnation.

Then, even once that painful separation
is closed, there’s still so much left to attend
to,—wash the wound, put bandages, amend
echoes saddled with righteous indignation. 

A stitch is but the means of tying tight
the gasping gash; but time alone can heal
the skin which suffers the ego’s trauma.—
Slow bonds, forming from the wrecks of the drama,
will join again disjointed sides, and seal
the split. The scar will long remain for sight.

Stone Cold

Oh Liberty, guardian of freedom 
She dare not shed tears
bandages not only cover her eyes
Stone goddess, she has no ears

Imagination

Imagination 


Tommy was a bus driver 
Who drove his bus real slow
The passengers were teddy bears
Who told him where to go

Mary was a butterfly 
With shining silky wings
She flew around the garden
Dressed up in pretty things

Billy was an engine driver
It was his bestest dream
His train was from the old days 
The kind that ran on steam

Johnny was an astronaut 
Who journeyed to the stars
One day when he was older
He’d really go to mars

Nancy was a nurse
 And if you broke your toe
She’d wrap it up in bandages
And tie them in a bow

The land of imagination
Is a lovely place to be
It doesn’t cost a dollar
‘Cos imagination’s free.

Why you should Never be Yourself

I cover my face in bandages
I paint curves over my stiches
They appear to be smiling to everyone
Who stops, to observe me
like a burned down Building,
bombs blast over my head
I remain implanted
I remain wounded, too egoistic to ask for help
I only give the left over mindfulness I have
I let my words cage inside the wind
My screams travel faster than my footsteps
Everyone gets scared of my body
They run off, to plead for somebody
To call the ambulance
To shift me to a place
Where they can lock me
So I could be safe
So they, could be saved
I'm a monster,
Among monsters
Whose too tired to hide her true skin
I'm a mirror
Among liars
Who are too busy covering their sins...

red canvas

Trigger Warning: This poem deals with themes of self-harm. Please read with care.
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my skin felt like a blank canvas 
every time they faded.
i felt empty
my urges unsatisfied.

i had to give in;
just one time,
i told myself again.
i marked the canvas 
angry veins of crimson swiped along the pale surface;
each stroke with more intent than the last.

the canvas wasn’t blank anymore;
it was tainted by my own scars.
i did this to myself.
the weight of my own hands agreed.

i panicked as i felt my arms sting,
was this an artist’s masterpiece or a crime scene? 
i was always punished for such taboo actions,
why did i keep trying to hide what was branded onto the canvas, 
always there, only able to be concealed.

even as temperatures rose, my sleeves became my bandages,
the summer sun never did see my arms.

Situational Awareness

Hearts are patched up
stitched tight
yet
small perforations
may
let in
that strange light
that is not light
like God is not God

Love is not a Band Aid
love doesn’t heal
it cocoons self-inflicted
wounds
it maintains the hurt
at acceptable levels

Rubber bullets
in time
wound the shooter

If your heart is big
you're going to need
more bandages

You may occasionally
stub a toe on love
however
you're more likely
to lose the ability
to walk or talk sensibly

No one ought to -
should
blame you
for this predicament

this
situation

...but they will

Ohio

I used to stay inside. 
Then I burned my finger on the stove. 
No one lives there anymore. 
Except me and I forgot the bandages. 
So I went to the store and never went back home. 

Anxiety-
Keeps me running, and hurting. 
Traveling long distances. 
Running, and never as fast as a car. 
Although it is much more painful. 
I could get hit by a car. 
I try not to think about that. 
I could run into a pothole and fly. 

Everyone dreams of fly, fly, flying.

I still have 126 miles to the store. 
I chose a store all the way in Ohio. 
What do I know?

I want you to imagine something

that you can’t
my Brian itches sometimes
I’m youR Dr
You were dead
But now your alive alive
Lightning gasp my shadow
on the laboratory wall
It never got a name
Monster eternal
internal something more
Quasimodo face that looks as if he rings the bell with it dang dong
something wrong
200 trillion stars in a splinter
of a galaxy that still grows
Speed of darkness. As quick as
the………….L……………
M……………I………………
o…………….g………………
m………….,.h………….. …t
…….e……….t…………n.
bulb is a weird word
I like surd as in absurd
Like surd’s with six packs
The s with sun glasses on as u and r flick him with towels d putting on sun screen as she sighs
It it just me but Hyde never invented the formula
that made him
What diary scared them all
You cards
Glad of the fairy paler
Who bit the first werewolf
I magine there was a first
and with each new wolf born grows stronger
like a psychic virus
Is a zombie covered in bandages also a mummy
Do you thinking being invisible would drive you
Mem……….insane…….brane.

Tuesdays and Magic

She wonders.
If I did.
Forget the dishes, dishes, dishes.
There are sharp knives, that get sharper.
Dirty water.
It’s always Tuesday when I get cuts on my fingers.
We never have bandages, I don’t know why.
The knives and I fight like this.
I make everyone mad.
Tuesdays are when I go to work.
Tuesdays are when.
Events are connected like that.
I promise.
I get a cut on my hand.
But that makes me invincible for the day.
People are nicer, they don’t stare as much.
I avoid a cascade that way.
I write on paper, not the wall.
They hate the wall.
I prevented a car accident that way.
The fan blows the pages around.
If the pages were money, the earth would explode.
Instead, I’m happy for once.
I knew it.
What?
It’s Tuesday, so I knew it.

It will go away jonny

I and Jonny played on the playground that day.
Well almost, mum said we are allowed to cross the road alone.
Mum said we should hold hands.
,,Give me your hand jonny, just in case"
My little brother nodds.
But the car didn't come, 
The light there didn't turn green yet,
No men are here really,
No bysicles or running people.
,,here are no white vans", jonny sighed.
,,Mhm, when you say so"
I let go of his hand.
He starts jumping off and run over bushes and flowers and toys left in sand.
My eyes didn't force to look at him anymore,
I mean my vision sorry,
160° wasn't avaible, he was behind me.
How could I notice?
,,ouch!"
,,jonny!"
I saw my brother on ground, he looked hurt.
,,what's wrong?"
,,I hurt on that"
,,should I place bandage on your wound?
Mum brought me many with dinos or princes or some had the color blue.
,,Why making that fuzz? It doesn't hurt anymore.
We don't need bandages, it won't hurt after a time anyway."
,,That's right, so stop acting like it."
,,It really hurts but I am trying, it would be stupid."

A Cure is Vengeance

They are telling us we need to be cured.

They are telling us they are trying to keep us comfortable.

By plastering us with sticky bandages as if we are mummies.

They say we are decrepit mummies from a tomb.

And we will fall apart without their help.

They say we are undead and useless.

But a cure is on the way.

A cure is insidious.

A cure is vengeance.

Whatever happened to all the white horses

Will we be seeing more that is orange with,
White horses now thin on the ground,
White knights no longer seen in daylight hanging around,
White hats now waiting for cowboys on the rebound.
White cars to scrapyards bound,
White paint seldom free of coffee ground,
White shirts not giving off a loud enough sound,
White sheets as emergency bandages mostly found,
Will orange be good enough for us to regain the middle ground?

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