Best Bruise Poems
Silk wading thru wistfully warm sea waters,
my dreaming fingers have lingered to potter
with ocean surface, sun sparkled glitters.
My poetic pieces have gone full twitter
in charmed waters of crystal clear rarity
where I felt God's love soothe life's severity.
Slowly easing into ocean powered waves,
my playful moods have seriously caved
from forceful, salt stinging, brutal wave smacks.
My body has ached sea bruised, blue and black.
Rough seas crudely taught me joy may survive
despite waves of fright that savagely arrive.
Now, reaching the end planks on my journey's pier
and viewing my twilight's approach so clear,
it's past sunshine glitters that most sustain
these concluding sea views for my earthly gain.
Yet, I know without crass waves that abused,
wading joys would not have peaked this enthused.
"The Green Bruise of Daylight"
A person can die for love
one sees red
the other sees blue
purple bruises
one sees red
alarm lights siren
purple bruises
detach into the grey
alarm lights siren
there is no more singing
detaches into the grey
courts fuelled by pocketsful of lies
rocks and gavels
for the weighting
ocean deep confetti
bottomless drowning
the other sees blue
detaches into the grey
purple bruises
fade away
purple bruises
wrapped in
white paper sentences
stain the mind
words black peppered
crushed mulberry memories
flock like seagulls
their call haunting
hungry scavengers feeding
messages clipped
around their ankles
carrier pigeons in steel cages
jail birds wait the day anticipating
windows watch
windows the colour
of deep forests turn and
walk away
murders of crows
wings rise and fall
towards the green
bruise of daylight
stain the mind mottled
lights along a road
flood the dark spots
driven the long way home
behind straight lines
boundaries marked
contained within fences
broken prisons min min jackets
keys thrown far away
golden chords harpooned
in the heart
of a lost cherub
in safe harbour
another calling see
waves wash the
grave dirt away
windows watch windows
the colour of deep forests turning
towards dark night, the missing
archangel walks away
spilling blood
like poetry
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
A Halloween Story
hints of pantoum
photographic art, Max Dupain/Australian.
Music. "High Above a Green Grey Sea", Colin Stetson.
Emotionally pinched
bruises the mind
blinds the eye from seeing
internal scars still bleeding
denial of the worst kind
feelings left behind
alone and distraught
in shadows of black and gray
surrounded by emptiness
.
Heart in shreds
gloom and dread
torn apart thoughts
doors of communication closed
beyond reach in saving
numb in soul
crying inside for help
prisoner of pain and hurt
trapped in confinement
of misery.
You always try
to break me down
you always try to knock me out
damage me with just your words
not physical but it still hurts
and all you do is make it worse.
You bruise me
Cut me with your tounge
Brutalize me, cut and binding
as my blood pours from the scars.
You bruise me
and it's really nothing more.
Berate me
go on hate me
it's something you love to do
yell at me, because now i see
there's nothing left for me with
you.
Your eyes so cold, words are old
nothing else that you can say
times running out, it's over now
and your the one who bruised
it away.
You bruised me
Cut me with your silver tounge
Brutalize me, cut and binding
As my blood pours from the scars
You bruised me
And really nothing more.
bruise bruise bruise
cut
bruise bruise bruise
cigarette burn
bruise bruise bruise
cut
bruise bruise bruise
broken heart
bruise bruise bruise
distracted mind.
He didnt know the wounds would go
Deep enough to bruise her soul
She lay there froze when he arose
She replaced her battered clothes
Rather the blows from clydesdales toes
Or the fate of conquered foes
This painful load forever to hold
A friend not stranger from her stole
He didnt think her dad would drink
Then find his gun beneath the sink
He hasnt blinked he's at the brink
Wants to feed animal instincts
Moms half insane feels daughters pain
Her tears form puddles like the rain
Her child explains how she's ashamed
Now mommy wants to share the blame
He didnt weep in courtroom seat
Jury discussion deliberately brief
Not very steep the sentence was weak
They only handed him three hundred weeks
He never did speak almost like asleep
He'll spend many cold nights wrapped in a thin sheet
Tried to be discreet almost lost heartbeat
When those bars of steel slid right past his feet.
Broken dreams don't die, they just bleed
They cry out for somebody to believe , believe me everybody cries even me
Have you ever wondered what happened to those dreams we ignored.
Do they turn into nightmares in a rage
Or do they simply fade away
I suspect the latter
But it is easier to choose to ignore them rather than risk disappointment
See I too sometimes fear the bitter taste of failure,
the shame that comes with falling short of Glory
The embarrassments, the dead ends, the apologies :"I'm sorry but you're not good enough
Aim a bit lower "they Say. "Try something else"
they say
My response?
Excuse me but weren't the gutters meant for gutless. I live by Yoda's code :"Try not. Do not or do.
There's no try
Because broken dreams don't die.
They bruise.
They scream for somebody to believe, believe me everybody is afraid of something.
Even me.
Its a shame.
That we cowards do not understand that courage is not the absence of fear.
It's rather the presence of mind to act deliberately in the face of it.
It's the will to will to submit oneself as a knit upon a steed ready to perform each and every deed to which our dreams demands
Frosty short fuse
Santa's muse stunk
That's news, he said
12/9/2020
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Stubbing a toe hurts like hell
Count to ten or curse and yell
Never to learn, walking in bare feet
When suddenly brick pillar my foot did meet.
Limping, near crying I hobble indoors
My stupidity again put me in the wars
Elevating my foot hoping pain quickly ease
Controlling each breath as I slowly deep breathe.
Scrapes of skin and beginning to bruise
My little toe, shades of red and blue hues
Swollen, still swelling and when I think back
I'm sure I did hear the sound of a crack.
Pain killers inside me, indoors I did stay
The bruising and toe was bigger next day
My tiny toe like a mini fat sausage
Shoes always wear - my imprinted self message.
12.08.21
Everyone is getting ready
For the Holidays already.
Shopping, rushing around,
Yet in sorrow I do drown.
Their photos I came across
I feel pain, agony, the loss
For my life is an empty shell
It is my own special hell.
My babies are gone
And I am withdrawn.
Aching and in torment
Into this Hell I descent.
Crying, weeping, and numb
I wait for darkness to succumb.
I want to rant, rave, and wail
But alas it is to no avail.
I know this is my due
Yet some say it is untrue.
Either way, the pain is more
Than even I can ignore.
I can't catch my breath
Though I wish for death
I am still unfortunately here
Drowning in my endless tears.
You say I need to move on
That they are long gone
That this is what I deserve.
I say you have some nerve.
Who can so move ahead
With part of their soul dead?
Who can get off their knees
When they are filled with agony?
Just when I think I am ok
Something makes me sway
And to my knees I fall
And in torment I do crawl.
Will I ever be the same?
No and only myself to blame.
No more flickering flame
This I do proclaim.
There is this abyss
This hole that exists
This aching bruise
And sorrow does ooze.
My heart is broken
It is no mere token.
It cannot be healed
So forever it is sealed.
Don’t get too close
I might shut you out,
don’t talk bout love
I might add more bricks
to the chamber that shields my heart,
The fragile foundations
of my ability to love without fear
can crumble at any moment
the warning sign says fragile heart
protected at all costs,
I don’t love easy,
for fear of being hurt,
to unravel the minutiae of my heart
you might leave me exposed,
remember that I bruise easily,
So be gentle with me,
be gentle with this heart of mine …
In your eyes
huge vacuum
sleazy
step forward, says.
implore forgiveness
You strive for blandness.
better way
endears
sightless saw
a speck
Fear query
hold you in shackles
horrifyingly bruised
him
as haystack needle.
(Yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented Edward Ibah
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 03/27/2021
The sounds a Bruise makes
Laying here without you tonight,
brings back memories of that awful fight.
What you said and how you threw your fist,
And it makes me wonder if I’m really cut out for this.
I miss you when you are not here the good things you do,
but I dread the nights you come home mad too.
I’m so torn between the good in you and the bad,
When you’re happy it’s all ok but you change when you are mad.
The way you buy me flowers to say you’re sorry so sweetly,
after the times you beat me repeatedly.
The way you tell me you love me and I feel so lucky,
Or when you’re drinking and yell at me that I’m fat and ugly.
You are a good person that no one but me sees,
Even in the times you knock me to my knees.
The way you make me feel like I’m the only person you world,
Or the nights you don’t come home because of some other girl.
People warn me one day it’s me you will kill,
But for now I cringe and I stay against my will.
cobalt jeers, sapphire leers oozing with color
how does a poet describe an internal bruise?
jay-bird jeers leave a speaker mentally out-of-focus
the litmus test of leers, the person who feels scared
tears tinged with turquoise kept hidden in public
pour from denim hearts, alone in bed at midnight
Flowing from fluorescent fears no drug can numb
leaving black and boo-hoo marks for months on end
My fingers press on
blue batterings
for the craft of lavishing
all the things that mattered
not a week ago.
I try to hate you
like a sticker on my puckered mouth
to take the light from my eyes
to make you rage and lash
crashing your jaw to think
that I don't love you
To incite you to be an animal
to make you wrong
to diguise my guilt
like beating my own hands
and making a messy red
confusing the culprit and victim
If I am blue, there's not pain
I can escape if I fall where I stand
by your hand, my bruises won't ache
these stinging scrapes know the red shape
of your fist, my comfort, my peace
rolling in sticker bushes
held hard to your young face
only happy, like a radio song
hands planted in wealth
my soft heart, my eden
pulling me out like a flower
toppling my knees like towers
tracing circles on my skin
How can I not win?