Best Bloodied Poems

One day, you'll be dead to me

My life is a hazard to everyone
And myself

My desperate detestation for you
The way you are
What you do
How you breath

My hatred for you is an endless pit 
Of Hell and dark memories

The heart inside my weeping chest
is sewn in grotesque...

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                         Why do you haunt me dear cousin of mine

           ...

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An extra shot of whiskey,
To keep my hands steady,
A potent dosage of psycho,
To kill everyone in this fermented grotto,
A torrent of tears,
To drown my homicidal regrets and masochistic fears.

Sadistically driven by revenge claimed so long ago,
Sewing makeshift stitches over my gaping emotional wounds,
Accumulated from years...

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It was dusk and eerie, rain dripped from 
Leaves that rustled in the trees 
Of the nearby woods, each shadow cast
A reminder that danger lurked about!
A shrill scream cut through the darkness,
Bringing with it fear and dread, 
A certain warning, that murder was the mood!

A...

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Once again, the bell rings.
The crowd's blood-thirsty roar
explodes as a thunderclap.
The arena's skydome trembles.
 
The gloved gladiators,
as blood-crazed predators,
fiercely glare and growl
in murderous rage and hatred.
 
Each one's whole being reduced
to the moment's sole purpose
of utterly destroying the other,
for fortune, pride and fame.
 
 
They...

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Barefoot and bloodied
I run towards the blinding light
On paths of broken glass
Shattered memories
That I can never seem to forget-
Barefoot and bloodied....

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Poppies blossom in a field
Where young men once fought
Their stories now forgotten
As are the lessons that were taught

It's blood red petal
Is caught by the breeze
It's flight brief and glorious
Falling on Europe's leas

A mother's hopes come crashing
With fists knocking on the door
Grim faces hide emotion
Another casualty...

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one bloodied pencil stub


If “What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger”
then I’ll have one muscle bound corpse
and one bloodied pencil stub.

Let us define death

as the absence of ….
			innate qualities
			life’s essentials
			buried beneath

the fear of exposure.

And strength
		…..let us describe strength…
		      as the...

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Conflicts and troubles
Continents and tribes
Tomorrows left reft
Children, their future
In wanton describe ~~~~~

Maiming to kill
Shooting to thrill
Crimson will spill
Genocidal ~~~~

Soldiers they
Boys and girls
In whose world ~~~

These young
Bloodied ~~

Souls ~







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once again, the bell rings....
     the crowd's blood-thirsty roar
          explodes as a thunderclap,
               the arena's skydome trembles,

the gloved...

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The modernization of Shakespeare plays
          'theater' for the unversed
  
      Catering to narrow appetites
          increases their bloody thirst...

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The New Boy
David J Walker

The boys playing in the alley 
Turned into a prehistoric combat team
As soon as they learned
That a New Kid was in town and 
Had stepped on their turf 

The Rock Fight was four on one
When it begun and could not 
be...

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“The Refugee”

She stood naked
as the soft sprinkling of 
water cascaded down
her war torn body.

The scent of concrete dust
still in her veins.
The sound of bullets still
ricocheting through her brain.
Black powder on her skin.

The long frozen road. 
The nights without sleep.
Her baby in tow.
The raping of her...

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