Best Stains Poems

My words are lost in ink stains 
Verses smudged in prints of you 
Illegible scribbles soon fill in lines 
Once paved with love anew  
Now only paperless pain ensues 

An unnatural sequence of thoughts
Scribed in distressed hues of blue
Will re-actively release your grip 
But...

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STAINS OF BLOOD

I heard the cries from far away
The sounds of anguish all the way
The tears had flowed like Tsunami floods
A plague has led our land awry

Scenes of passionate rages reigned
Heartbreaks, shots of depression rained
Like an abattoir filled with bones and blood
Our lands became awash...

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Tried not to look back
For the past is already in the past
But the past left a stain 
Which I cannot conceal nor erase

A stain of blue and red
From the pains I’ve been through
Blue for the lonely road I took
And red for the sorrow that tormented...

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the drink
that greets me
with a good
morning kiss,
the smell
that awakens
my hands as
the fire
slides down
my throat
is nothing
compared
to the
comfort
I feel in
your arms.
you
touch my
imperfectly
bruised body,
you accept
my coffee-
stained,
crooked teeth
as they
smile at
every joke.
in my eyes,
you see
flecks of gold
where I see
constant worry.
you see my
soul, the
person I never
before knew....

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Tear Stains.

My heart so filled with missing you
it's the middle of the night.
Teardrops stain the paper
on which I'm trying to write.

It feels just like I'm lying
when I say I'm doing fine.
I'm find so little comfort
for this old heart of mine.

Loving me loving you
one thing I...

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Ink Stains
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The night you tried
I was trying to enjoy a cheeseburger
I called your bluff blindly
I was bored by you
You decided to prove me wrong
I heard the distinct click
the noisy pop
my burger dropped
I had ringing in my ears
It landed on the plate
bloody with ketchup
ketchup splatters everywhere
Burgers remind...

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Taste the ink
that runs from my veins,
    through my pen,
       staining this page
as I set
my endarkened imprint on society,
the signature
           of a melancholy soul.

I spread my...

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Years of washing,
yet the stains won't fade;
       Washboard worn,
  My fingers,
        Bleed.
A cleansing of my soul,
  is maybe what I need.

     Bits of metal,
  chips...

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There is a place that I will never eat at again
I look back at the nightmare when I was ten
Back then not much of a strong stomach to endure what I did
This horror I couldn't keep hid
First of all, you know that back then, when...

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Soul stains red







Red
rides high
on
temper
as denied
birth rights
to
females
stay rampant,
Blazing crimson
traverses 
through my
veins,
tender
emotions
bleed fast,
stain 
till soul's
depth.







Written July 3rd,2015
For contest "Waltzing with colour" by Kim merryman
Color chosen- Red...

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Darkness lingers 
on the other side 
of the glass
Sweet disaster
rings in my ears
As I drink myself
to indifference

Tiny buckets 
of amber radium
burn trails 
down my throat
leaving craters 
in my soul

Never reaching 
the thirst or the 
inviting darkness

In one-eyed splendor
I look up from my glass
to rearrange dusty...

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Into the world, pure ~*~
we protect and shelter, whilst
life's avenues open ~~~
sadly, the fortunes of war
displays our lost, stains of life ~*~








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-7.php...

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There's a pile of sullied threads 
from our muddied yesterdays
of a life we stripped bare
to be thrown into the wash

a hoard of soiled toggery
too foul to be cleansed
I tried to bury all of it
but the shovel of hurt
blistered my hand

pervading memories
suffused in my thoughts
inured scent...

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If you could underestimate her
then you could unwind
and take it all in without the divine 
pressure, and nothing's missing. But if you find

a piece of her, then she becomes like an echo
singing in your ears, writhing on your skin.
Then as it goes you can't win-
out...

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