Best Hemorrhage Poems

Above bleak pastures,
A cobalt coliseum:
Warriors are unleashed.
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Aggressive brave clouds,
Battle for the dominance:
Vanquishment is vague.
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Conquest of power,
Clash of divine elements:
Battle in the sky.
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Sun and clouds collide,
On...

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I am whatever you say I am 
currently I'm the eyes of the world
it's what they discovered when
daddy tied a pork chop around my neck...

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a knee, a neck, a symbol, a tool
the segregationist would be proud

fighting to breathe is a fight where 
Vegas is covering all odds

let's lay our...

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Liquid beads descend,
As clouds hemorrhage in the sky:
Cumulous battle....

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In the avalanche, I lost track of my guiding light.
I fled my fireside. I had to evacuate my homestead. 
Driven far astray by frenetic frozen...

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As my volcano fills,
I hemorrhage guilt.


4/30/12...

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ebola
condemned, invisible
frightening, menacing, terrifying
hope is seeing light in the darkness
hemorrhage...

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It started with a letter,
One turned into two
Two into many more…

Pen pals we became and
That’s how our friendship 
Started, at the age of fourteen
Until we...

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Memories of your soft skin haunt me 
Tracing the dimples of your body 
used to set my fairy tale so free 
I now hemorrhage at...

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A man in a white robe took his knife and sliced away the skin,
Cutting away at an infant's ***** while wearing a wanton grin.

The boy...

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Nothing important happened today,
according to an omission 
in the local newspaper Metro page
The death of my best friend ... my husband,
this sad story of injustice...

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The traditional Cinquain.
A poem, I'm sure, everyone can relate to.
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Deceit
Is like a knife
Opening up your heart
And causing it to hemorrhage
Always.

Deceit
Can scar your soul
Leaving you defenseless
Against...

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He knew a world of lesser life,
"miles from here and everywhere," he'd often quip.
He sat in a swing hung from chains, soaking up nature
after the...

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Memory of Lost Innocence 

We were just kids running down the hillside, with youthful spontaneity marking the passage of time. No beaten path, we just...

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I'm placing strings in needles and creating new seams
Pricking fighting fingers for what this brings
Opening the lines of smiles with softer things
but you like to...

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