Best Lacerated Poems

I'm here because.....
I need you to believe in me
You...Yes, YOU!
My fellow poet..
You who understands
my love for words and their nuances
denotations, but even more...their connotations
their play and interplay of emotions

I need you to believe in me
believe in my voice 
my selection and word choice
believe that I...

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“The Fallen”



Remote,
he sees himself 
in the reflection of cold close 
yet distant shop windows, 
his final journey along the 
Hard Time Road
walking alone, 
unforgiven, no home
for the rest of his natural life 
a million knives 
embedded impeding 
words wrapped around him
all bleeding 
lacerated unseen,
invisible to...

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She sits.
She writes.
She feels lost and alone.

Clenched fists.
Scary night.
Passion turned to stone.

I tore up a book of lost verses written to my lover,
since she left there are no more journals to discover.
Humbled emotions penned with a quill on red paper,
the blood bled dry because I...

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In those final moments
before you breathed your last
all you heard
was spat out at you in hate
insults inflicting wounds
deeper than the nails
that riveted your body
to that cross

Out of eyes
swollen almost shut you saw
the ones you’d come to save
foaming at the mouth
in a rave
no time to swallow...

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"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief" - Quote by - Constance La France


With the melodic cadence of my fervent heart,
pulsated the charming tinsels of the mesmeric night, 
gleamed my love for you with the enticing tinge, 
suffused with the sequins of the silver...

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Incomprehensible are the 
Petty landmarks that linger in a person's life
It happened so long ago
That I'm surprised I still remember.
In St. Thomas' parochial school
When Sister Elizabeth held a ruler
In her pale white hands
Any signs of mercy 
Mysteriously vanished from her blue eyes 
Religion was her...

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THERE IS NO GREATER LOVE THAN THIS


"For God did not send His Son
into the world to condemn  the world,
 but that the world through Him might be saved...-John 3:17 "
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"Crucify Him! Crucify Him! CRUCIFY HIM!, the sea of mob uproars
yet, my Savior Jesus accused...

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 Continued from Part 1


The trees, they hang in time and space around me –
trees, which in time before had swayed,
so gently tugged by ocean breezes,
trees, which in time before were lightly lit
with emerald tinted leaves,
trees, which in time before had reached to space above
with...

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The Yellow Head of the Hummingbird


Yellow hummingbird head,
Lopped off by feline fangs,
And left as a gift
On the welcome mat.
Short sharp black beak
Arches downward hopelessly
Like the collective heartbreak
Of a million lost souls.
Misbegotten and forgotten.
Lacerated and left for dead.
This continuous marathon dance.
This never-ending lunge.
This eternal stroll in...

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Ticker tape life into a single frame
Moon and stars silhouettes look down upon the sane
All the pristine porcelain faces lifted up to care
Intertwined fingers optimistically seeking out repair
Tolerance is not the toiling only of the brave
To find unified understanding is what the species craves
Eating of...

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We raced with giants and stalked Jabba Jab
Climbing on gates of metal and wood,
Fierce skin lacerated from thorny spikes 
Our innocence excused by the gods.

With our light sabers in a clone menace
The troopers moved to protect all borders
From evil DarthNess and his invaders ;
Brave were...

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Crystal tears fell from the sky, 
over mountains and leaky valleys,
freeing echoes from another time and space...
through lacerated seams in Mother's wall;
funny how ancient wounds still bleeds.

Just the other day I caught sight of the shine,
finally looking through eyes that see, 
but time is not...

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The moment I walked in on this scorching room,

I saw innocent faces of sorrowful bloom.

You stared at me when I shook everything off,

Holla don’t worry because I can’t be so off.

 

 

 

 

We spent 5 months of knowing each other,

I’m happy enough with...

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Who Am I?

Because I was born out of wedlock, 
My mum and dad taught me that the poor were good, 
And that so many just needed a doctor, 
To understand them when they were crook. 

No-one else had ever treated them, 
Doctors in Israel only...

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Conflicts have raged upon the disputed soils of earth since before men began to record them.  But there have been other conflicts less recorded, less lauded, but more redoubtable, oh, so much more.  These were no less bloody than those who drained the...

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