Best Wounds Poems
Dear Mother, should my footsteps never tread
The pathway which would lead to your embrace,
Know this, though many words were left unsaid,
Your love has pierced the darkness of this place.
I cannot lie and least of all to you,
My mind is frail, and body's wracked with pain.
I tremble as destruction sounds anew
And blinding terror strikes this bleak terrain.
Incessant haunting screams assault the mind,
And sights I've witnessed which I'll ne'er forget.
Scarred men lie bleeding, rendered lame and blind
Their troubled souls with thoughts of death beset.
And how my weary spirit yearns to roam
Through country meadows leading me back home.
07/01/19
'War sonnet poetry contest' : Sponsored by: Mark Massey
Pain refines,
but grace restores.
This is the whisper
of strength.
There are days
when the world feels heavy,
when the echoes of yesterday
press against the walls of today.
You walk forward,
yet the past lingers like a shadow . . .
a silent presence
reminding you
where you’ve been.
But hear this:
You are not bound
by what was.
You are shaped
by your resilience,
by the moments
when you chose to rise,
even when
the weight of it all
begged you
to fall.
Pain has touched you,
but it has not
broken you.
Instead,
it carved wisdom
into your bones,
strength
into your spirit,
and grace
into your steps.
Healing comes.
Whatever storm
you walk through now,
it is not here
to consume you.
It is here
to remind you
of the fire within,
the unwavering light
that refuses to dim.
Rescue comes.
And in this chapter . . .
you choose to rise.
Let these words
settle within you.
Breathe in
strength,
exhale
doubt.
You are seen,
you are heard,
and
you are never alone.
Composed, my dreams embrace, then fade
with memories, quite undefined
returning nights, upon the shade
when clocks are wound, and sun reclines
When weariness is not enough
to lie alone, to sleep again,
the darkest ghosts, upon the cliffs
return as if I've begged them in
Appearing with unspoken words
to pull the quilt from tender bones
to race the heart, and pace the halls
and magnify what 's come and gone
For in the dark, a voice is clear
It calls to me, and I can hear
where loneliness has been my friend
and clearer than I could recall
I've pulled apart a scab disturbed
as if it were an angry wound
and somewhere in the distant world
a part of me has never healed
By light of day, you are gone
I'm still alive, and still alone
hovering within the mist,
with sunlight slipping down the trees
I'll brush my hair, and make the most
ignoring ghosts, all through my day
Tonight will come, and, still, I hope
to welcome sleep, becoming lost
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The wound inflicted, you will never see,
for it lies in the recess of my mind
Internal is the bleeding; let it be!
You try, but peace of mind you can not find
Who is the God you worship? Speak His name!
I want to know; does he condone this pain?
Is He the one who let you maim and shame,
and will he bless you for your proffered bane?
I wonder how you can to slumber yield
Does not your deed weigh heavy on your heart?
The things you've said and done are not concealed
Your conscience surely pleads amends to start
The wound inflicted you will never see
But there is One who sees inside of me
Eileen Manassian
There are some wounds that will not heal because
the arrow was at close range _driven deep.
There is not need for antiseptic and gauze
for permanent is damage that still weeps.
These wounds that will go to eternal sleep
where my Savior will say, "I understand".
He'll cleanse and bind_healing forever, keep
roots of hurt that he'll remove with nail scared hand.
How I would like for them to now be gone.
Emotions of delight from their release.
But while on earth pain like a dry pinecone
constant in my emotions and heart unease.
Someday he will wipe away all those tears
New found peace and no more tormenting fears..
Count is off on some lines...Pardonner s'il vous plai't
He walked in with a load on his shoulder
And a twenty pound pain in his heart
With the tears in his eyes he looked older
And he didn't even know where to start
He spoke of wartime memories
And the injuries that he'd sustained
Said sometimes he wished he'd never come home
Cause that's where he left all his pain
Some wounds never heal
Some loves never part
When she said it was over and goodbye
That's when his world fell apart
In that letter he got on the front lines
It said I'm sorry I found someone new
I can't go on in fear and not knowing
All the sleepless nights I've worried bout you
Some wounds never heal
Sometimes true love parts
Injuries of the flesh can be healed
Unlike those of the heart
You’ll find us tied up with regret
We elephants never forget
This isn’t myth bunk
Thoughts can’t stay in a trunk
But play with the brain’s tape cassette
You belong somewhere in the vast cosmos
where the idiomatic idioms were born
I started to wonder and cry,
Lord, have mercy; this is not I.
I felt as if years had passed! along with age! farewell
oh, we soar to an infinite place to dwell.
The last goodbye was the hardest,
we never got to say our final adieu
remember how we danced near stardust?
They say that tears are a sign of weakness,
so I held back my tears
to ease the pain, I buried it in the hollows of my heart.
Yet, they poured into my empty soul
tearing me apart with deep cuts
even the most idyllic love must die
was it not because of love's cries?
will leave a scar to stultify it...
I shall bleed and grieve till the wounds heal
making room for unworn pain,
to experience sorrow again.
Written: February 05, 2023
1st place contest winner
I Felt Like Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
"The ink that bleeds from this pen,
Mimics that of which bleeds from my soul.
Understand that these are not just words,
But open wounds that spill to paper."
The wind raised the wave with pleasure over and over,
exploding with its weight embracing the jagged rocks.
Seeing the aged shoreline spread like an endless rover,
of eroded pinnacles. No ship dare seek its locks,
for its nonexistent shore has suffered severe shocks.
She hugged her woolen shawl, tightly around her shoulders,
to ward off the chill, and walked along the cliffs, looking
out onto the sea. Waves crashed against battered boulders,
stirring the cool mist and briny fragrance. Concealing
the love she once shared, but lost to the seas bewitching.
7/27/2017
English Quintain, ababb, 13 syllables
Each wound I have suffered in my life so far
Has taken so long to form a battle scar
But what doesn't kill me, they say, will make me stronger still
And every wound I suffer will eventually heal
Pre-chorus:
This is the silent language of scars
You can read my soul like Braille
And for each sad story, for every sad tale
There are thousands that can't be seen
Because, like you,most of my scars,
Are inside of me
Chorus:*
A sisterhood of Scars
Making us who we are
You become a sister of ours
With every wound
And every battle scar
A sisterhood of Scars oh oh oh…
She was just trying to get home
After working hard all day
Just because she walked alone
That man marked her as prey.
And another who was only eight years old
Had her precious innocence shattered
And got the first wound on her soul
Pre-chorus:
Every scar I have is unique
Even though too many suffer
From The very same things
And none of them were free!
Each one earned through battle
Then a victory! Oh oh oh…
Chorus:*
Bridge:
My fellow warriors,
My sister's of the spear!
Sing this song out loud!
Because someone needs to hear
Maybe they think they're not strong
But unlike some, This strengths not in our arms!
It comes from with in, from our higher power and when…
…we realize we aren't alone, no not forgotten;
The wounds we have cannot spoil our soul rotten.
They form scars that make us tough,
Make us strong enough,
To go on…don't give up!
Let's hold our sisters up!
Many claims to be a great healer
but often shows them false
words are easy but don't deliver
truth's reality is the great revealer
God alone is the one true doctor
who deals with ills by sure success
even those with hearts that are crushed
hidden their ailments are under its dress
The great healer is the one true God
who removes our sins by shedding blood
putting HIs own dear son to the cross
breaking this world with a mighty thud
Also this Lord of heaven and earth
binds us up in our wounds so neat
with the touch of heavenly oil
effecting any deep cut by His heat
A day is certainly coming in eternity
when each wound receive a cure
the master's medicine pours divinely in
where the healing is instant certain and sure
(Psalm 137:3
"He heals the broken-hearted and binds up their wounds.")
During my life I have collected wounds,
leaving scars on my soul;
that will never heal,
will always be with me.
I like to think of them as beautiful,
for they are reminders of survival;
and of my courage and strength.
Sometimes, when I am hurt- I remind myself,
that I am stronger than I think;
oh, what is another wound,
will learn the lesson.
Then, throw away the pain endured,
and stand tall like a mighty tree;
in a storm, unbroken.
In time all wounds heal
It's what you make of it and how you express what is real,
Healing is a process that varies with time
Depending on the situation you may heal on a dime,
But, if you loose a loved one in a sudden death
We must have patience cause only God knows what is best,
And even then time seems to stop
We have to try to move on even through the rain drops,
Life will go on without a doubt
We will never really understand what life is all about,
Just remember time does heal all cuts
Especially the ones that hurt us deep in to our guts,
Have faith in God and you will see
That this is the world he created for you and me.
"Time Heals All Wounds"
Time Heals All Wounds - An English Proverb
Created in Published Books for Adult & Children Versions
by M.M. Master Poly Crown. Authoress
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love invades enchantingly to capture a heart's emotion
revealing passionate masquerade in treacherous disguise
a treasure chest of broken dreams now cast into deep ocean
soon sensitive feelings shrivel into wallowing ash surprise.
scars carved within a trusting soul escapes to shedding tears
a sheep in wolf's clothing left signature of indelible mark
haunting memories abide as romantic whims submit to fears
flying beyond golden Moon to extinguish lovers spark.
an ancient adage of English Proverb soothes a fading dream
for Time Heals All Wounds eventually as Life evolves
yet hurt and pain insist to linger clouding future schemes
forgive the one who wronged you for love believes absolve.
*For Frank Herrera's Notable Quotations Contest.