Best Bruising Poems

This one is for the broken,
hiding behind invisible bruising.
For the forgotten and the ones 
who have forgotten us,
like the misunderstood misfits.
Who howl at the moon,
look...

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F  l  y  i  n  g

a sailing tailwind
in cerulean streams
through creamsicle colored beams -
are wings reflective of turquoise truth 
and...

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Abigail’s Spring  

Beneath the shelter of winter’s barren arbor
My winter abused heart
Watches the day’s light linger in the sky resisting darkness -
Begging to play...

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"Once upon a midnight Poe"

Underneath the midnight mask, I remove the makeup at last,
The moon is an anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant...

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Allow me to be disgusted at the jest
and your halfway happy surprise at the end result
of the missile timed precisely:

Did he just splatter?

And allow me...

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When your hand holds my hand
	we stand a complete one
		as only two hearts true can do.
Let the strongest of winds come –
   ...

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“I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.”
Chuck Palahniuk


Is there such a metaphor as...

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In a world bejeweled 
with tainted trinkets,
and feigned flowers,
we follow the 
wailing waves below 
whirling wind,
like secluded silhouettes,
stranded on the
cusp of chaos,
unable to find the...

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Idiot


You with the black eye
Idiot
You all bruised and blue
Idiot
You with dried blood and no hope
Idiot
You who climbs and plays
Idiot
You who feels hungers pain
Idiot
You who was...

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I, a Red Skin dog, as some may delight to call me,
I have heard the tales of horror, from my dark skinned foes.
I have heard...

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Death followed her, like an unwelcome guide.
Grim Reaper stalking, forced her shadow to hide.
Angel of death took her sister, but let her survive.
How could a...

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Should it be a poet's duty
To write solely about beauty?

A POET’S DUTY by BETH EVANS

ANSWER ON A BED OF NAILS

let me answer the quixotic brioche...

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When we first met, I was
  caring
  sharing
  loving
to you 
 
After awhile together, you were
  abusing
  bruising
  confusing
to...

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I have spent my days in love,
breaking through the surface of you…
laid restless with your undeniable 
essence, tasted your spontaneity, 
comforted your loneliness, quivered 
within...

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From the error of my ways 
in the blink of one's eyes 
falling backwards I called out 
Oh God please save me
Inside the crunch mercy...

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