Bandages Poems - Poems about Bandages

...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 b......

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...as a child i often found myself participating in sadistic activities. i felt my sins rotting into my body- into my soul as-well my veins. it kept my blood pumping throughout my body that i ......

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...long story short, you survived all of life's craziness, junk and jive one day the sun had been shining but the air smelled foul for the sea was in turmoil and a lot of the fish had drowned. ho......

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...The absence of hope nests upon my shoulders like epaulettes of desolation, with its poisonous warmth that has burned my skin to the bone, leaving purple scars, crimson cuts from endless waiting in ......

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... I AM POETRY ‘In the Beginning was the Word’ light penetrated dark sound big-banged birthed three in One creating ~ P o e t r y ~ I am this poised superlative unchangi......

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...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 p......

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...And perhaps the blood had to flow like a red river under the moon, Perhaps the skin had to open like a flower in a storm, To let the soul break free from the grip of silent shadows, I do not blame......

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

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...MY PRAYERS ARE WITH ALL DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIMS AND SURVIVORS MY DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SITUATION STEMMED FROM MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS BECAUSE ......

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...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 ......

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... 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 implan......

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

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...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-i......

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...This place looks so familiar. I’ve climbed these walls before. It isn’t deja-vu just a deep sense of foreboding. As I wander through this dream I know the monster ‘round the corner. It is me! It......

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...In glass displays, they stand, forever seeking new prosthetics, Slumbering consciences drift on waves of ads and hollow promises, We swallow mass culture whole, like blind fish in murky waters, Fo......

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