Best Sores Poems

I am a coward with open sores. 
I write and wonder who it bores. 
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly. 
I see others...

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~The Untold Fatal Attraction Poem~

Mid-morning she sees the sun ahead
Her death flowed in a messaged bottle
Gazing into her brown eyes upon all open sores,
Her conscience...

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When 
When did a bed become your prison
I see your strength absorbed
Absorbed by the mattress 
I turn you
Trying to prevent sores
Who would have thought soft...

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So thick with rain,the rancid air
into the jungle pours.
Young soldiers with their feet on fire
keep on despite the sores.

This war is one that no one...

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He sat there in his fav'rite chair, a blanket 'cross his lap 
And covering his snow white hair was his old fishing cap. 
I knew...

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It was a party like most, I guess
And not a “fun” one, I must confess
But our hostess I adored
And I just couldn’t say: “I’m bored”,

So,...

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The mute old drunk had gotten lucky the day before - a stranger had taken pity on him at the bridge, (under which he and...

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The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a...

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Ricky was just eight years of age,
As a single mom, had to down stage,
That his papa could die any day soon,
I remember that night, there...

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I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined...

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In this castle
Created in my mind
A tree,
This tree
A scar
A jagged one 
Still healing
Blood dripping
Forms a path

Two watchmen
Chipping away
Away at it's skin
Creating holes
To suck out blood
Warning...

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1. To the clear bidding for one, a mug wump it stands
showcasing mouthwatering care but with dirty hands
for trophy, for lust, all in a virulent...

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'Tis know wander nor em aye telling yew anything gnu,
Hour tongue is awash with homophones confounding me end ewe.

Ah, two sea thee broad expenses from...

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Critically injured 
How deep the cut
Surely time would heal
A river of blood
From the wounds
Her sons lay dead in the fields
Extremities mangled
Conscience tormented
From sores that festered...

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This was inspired by Georgette Johnson’s poem “Savouring Another Day”
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One cold day whilst I was out in the snow 
I went into a cafe for...

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