Best Wounded Poems

deep wounds that leave scars
    one moment much more must flow -
    shadows from the soul

    her tears in silence
    the strong arms that held her up -
    in the...

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Her brush strokes sorrow upon her canvas,
as oils drip with sadness. 
He captures images of silent spirits, 
drifting in blackness.

In her black and white world, 
her fingers weep with grief stricken strings. 
He inks poems cleansing his eyes,
metaphors veil words his heart sings.

In darkness their...

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Prayer For Her, This Wounded Heart Healed

Please keep this dream in my lost life
remove painful sting and life filled with strife
Let her dance and sing another sweet tune
as I hold her under this, merciful God's moon.
 

An excerpt from:  "As I Hold Her Under...

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Like an ebony rose in a province 
of ivory and golden flowers,
you poisoned each peaceful petal
with your senseless scent of death.

You were never just another floret.
Was I a fool to sow your seed in
hope your roots would grow strong,
portraying saffron scarlet hues with
an emerald stalk...

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A wounded sigh, an expression evincing the pain of hurt,
A bawl in solitude, turbulence of inner emptiness stirs,
When emotions clamor, simmering in angst of regrets,
When mute demeanor, of injured breath, wistfully frets.

Soul desperately aches for a special someone to talk to,
Someone who understands the language...

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On December the twenty eight in the year eighteen ninety
Major Samuel Whitside was on patrol, with the seventh cavalry
When they sighted a party of Indians from the Lakota nation
And told them they'd be escorted to Pine Ridge Reservation.

The next day they arrived at the creek,...

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A wounded star
                                 f e l l 
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Come and gone like small twister
like the cloud of debris he’s left.
Echoes of Charlie Brown’s buddy Pigpen
blow through the cobwebs in memory.
Left over coffee cups replacing
Transformers still dumped in the attic.
Reams of knarley skateboards, wheel-less,
lay in piles like so much unburnable refuse.
The obligatory hugs and...

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It’s like a room you sweep and can never get all the dirt out.
Like an important message you can never understand, no matter how loud they shout.
It’s like life that repeats itself over and over again,
When it’s wounded there is no cure.
So why would you...

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Knees under your chin,
clasped tight
Sitting on you bed,
slowly rocking
This long night,
your mind in a spin

Sitting on your bed,
awake instead
What am I?
Where do I go?
Ready to fly
Nowhere so

Wounded heart,
wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start

Hurtful things
That are untrue
Piercing stings
These acts you do

Wounded heart
Wants...

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The rule of sanctity is a veil to hide the blow. 
Love doves in the air, fading into the sky.
Thoughts are mixed stiff oasis and flow.
Hypnotic wizardry that's being spread away.

Love doves in the air, fading into the sky,
Magic using Alpha Centauri's moon sight.
Hypnotic wizardry that's...

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In sepia foliage's of falsified fantasies,
cursed by haunting hornets stinging 
with honeyed painted lies,
her mind was like a matriarch of metaphors.

An inflorescent seed buried in darkness,
with a somnolent spirit rustling in onyx nostalgia.
Too afraid to spread her fragile feathers, 
she lay upon a bed of...

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For the torn,
for the meek.
Toward the storm,
toward the beast.

For the scorned,
for the weak.
Wounded warriors,
for the free.

In the dirt,
make my bed.
Firefight,
overhead.

Live on hope,
consume hate.
Rusted spoon,
rusted plate.

On this stage,
in my role.
Home one day,
never whole.

For this goal,
in the name.
Different soul,
though the same.

Take my life,
use it well.
Build your heaven,
on...

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Love is blind, deaf, dumb and stupid.
I blame it all on the imp called Cupid.
No warning shot fired over my head
His arrow struck and brought me dread.

The poisoned point of that lethal dart
Was the reason love grew inside my heart.
The toxin traveled within my veins
And...

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The Black Hills wept for Thee

East of the Black Hills of South Dakota, 
On the Pine Ridge Reservation,
Live a proud tribe of Oglala Lakota, 
Part of the Great Sioux Nation.

On saddled chargers rode half the Regiment,
of the Seventh Cavalry.
A tune they played on behalf of...

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