Best Bleed Poems

The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink of symphonic symphonies yearning to break free, dancing like ethereal fireflies in the dusky barren lands.

Exiled by the hypocrisy of...

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Bleed for me


Why?
	Why what she says?
Why do you cut, why do you bleed yourself?
	Why do birds fly, how the heck should I know?
Ah but you are so beautiful, soft and sweet
	You see only as you wish, no one looks closer
	At the inside of me
	No one...

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In the darkness fluidly
My dreams bleed
I see you in the shadows
Watching silently
Feeding my hunger
Quenching my ache for insanity
In my weakest hour
Even when i close my eyes 
Your vision is still haunting me
The picture is black and perfect
People stare with empty eyes
Not one dares to look...

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I bleed poetry to heal through 
midnight confessions. 
Mistress’s ink does not seek 
your caramelized validation; 
it has no desire to please 
your feed of presumed perfection.

I’ve never tamed this 
skill as an online profession; 
this is just an unbreakable obsession~
I’m drowning in for a...

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Once upon a time
Distant memories 
Dawning of morning crystals
Glittering reminder of starlight tears
 
In sunbeam's brilliance
Lighting jewels shine
Songbirds break into chorus
The smallest fragment of a breeze alerts
 
The senses whistling
Melodies explode
Through the branches leaves lament
Observing nature's space hold in colors
 
Fruit of tenderness
Mellow your sunshine
Blossoms...

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The pure beauty amid attraction     
no holding back it gives, it gives   
a place where thoughts breathe   
and strength and true poetry lives     
     
It's not pretty nor perfection...

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We broke in two and it amused him that I was still counting...

I could hear the night whisper beyond his ears, the bed we lay ourselves down upon and
passion was considerate when his mind let go....

she was direct and unforgiving and I...

gave.in.


I could listen to...

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If these words were the last 
ink I were about to bleed     
they'd surround you and caress you     
succumbing to your ever loving need     
    
they'd dance in your fullness     
flutter aloud in your grace  ...

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When poets bleed they fill their quills
And write their words in red
The letters scream each time they're made
In the hope of being read

The page becomes a sounding board
A mirror to the soul
A reflection meant to bring them peace
To comfort or console

They choose their words so...

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First I get out a piece of paper
and think of words I want to right.
Then I'll get my pencil
and the pencil takes a bite.
It scratches and it claws
the words here that you read.
Have you ever read
the words a heart can bleed?
Like Noah it keeps raining
and...

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I will bleed my soul for you until
The day I die.
Yet I feel so close to nothing,
It begs to differ if I try…

I’ve asked patiently enough for you
To hold me for one more day.
But, insanely, I scar my heart
Every time you walk away.

I’d scar my...

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I won't stop writing until I make the pen bleed
Until my heart falls on the paper and you feel the beat
When my tears can be felt in physical form I promise to leave
I won't stop writing until I make the pen bleed

I write from a...

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I bleed ink, it flows through my veins
My mind is filled with rhymes
I've even dreamed of the imagery
At least a million times

Rythm and flow, my children's names
Inspiration, is my wife
Imagination, floods my soul
For poetry is my life

Even my tears, are letters
For each one tells a...

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Strolls the narrow through sensitivity
Life's will cramped as a camped companion
Lost and lonely just waiting to bleed
Never knowing you're all I need

Society, spilt out onto the sidewalks
Leading to a nether land
One by one and two by two
Are you me or am I you

Trouble on a...

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A knife stab on a man
Hurts as much on a kid

He has to remain mum
A brave face to cede

A woman on his side, on the other a son
Two souls to shield, emotions never freed

He has strength to lift a tonne
And more to make his tears...

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