Bled Poems - Poems about Bled

mark your territory with those cherry lips make me your altar, a sacred place to worship mark me yours in places no else been so bite me, kiss me and love me i'll be your sitter, as you sculpt a figure of me naked and alone, for your eyes to feast upon me too much ecstasy will fill up our red...

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Not the First Time By Cathrin Stuart Late at night, you came home drunk Not the first time I heard you and Mommy talking Not the first time You came and pulled me out of bed by the hair Not the first time You beat me in the passage until I bled Not the first time I was not allowed to cry, mop up...

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To those who bled for others, on the battlefield, in birth, in rescue, on a gurney to save lives. Forevermore in gratitude sing people of the teeming earth. The only One who bled for all humanity- beauteous Christ reigning always, His glorious sacrifice- blesses those who bled for others, and those who will one day. ~...

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I open my mind to your dark secrets hidden within your forest dawn breaks through your branches shedding light even more on your darkness how could I be so blind all I did was love you till my heart bled...

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Last night's tears fade the flowers on my person's quilt— as morn annihilates heaven pillow lays me wake in frisks and shams, remembered dreams. ...

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Spare me your excuses I've heard them all before There be your abuses Still crying on the floor Wearing bumps and bruises Ever a battered wife Swearing as he boozes Ever a battered life...

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In Bled passing memories fade was once known new has gone away I've hurt you but I didn't cut you, yet you bleed I offer myself compassion or rapping to stop the bleeding this I said Perish the thought, that I would waver and in turn Failed I fall down on my knees I plead, ...

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Its a Friday. You’re crazy about fridays. But really you’re more crazy for the outing you’ve set your mind to but really it’s for the drinks at happy hour. It’s funny, cause we always attempt to make it for happy hour and yet, you fool, you leave your blow dryer plugged in. there. It’s...

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oh no. slipped from my fingers it did so did freed from its holding once so snug now spilled... spilled.sspplllaaat.splat.trickle.dripdrop as dear as costly such it was, now seeping away slinking off with no back-look at what be ...

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Two gifted creations, born from dreams that were sent and both gave a measure of blessed hope…. (1.) He Bled, For Life's Gleaming, Golden Treasures Now Forever Lost He tread each new dawn, trepidation dancing right along Where once was true valor and cast ink, now but saddest song Yet in willowing air, that force followed with its power Ever ready...

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I hate what I see I hate what we’ve become Squeeze the poorest on poor street So the rich have more fun. Seeing homeless soldiers on the street The cash that I have I give What the hell have we become When a veteran needs this to live? I hate the power and I hate it’s greed I have no words for...

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As the clouds cleared... And the skies bled blue 'Fore Friday night... The sun shined through With a few lost raindrops... Come to say good-bye I closed my eyes... Tried to wonder why 'Fore Friday night... When the blue sky bled And a few lost raindrops... Had hit my head Then I realized... Just what that all meant I thank the lord......

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I take the words -razor blades really- mull them over until my fingers drip scarlet red blood singularly onto the keyboard imminent short-circuit. Slippery and sticky my fingers peck each letter the spacebar. Deep cuts aching lacerations obvious attract attention from curious passerby do not worry friend I have paper towels and if necessary a towel. These words ooze from my wound purposefully with intention and I repair this damage wiping concave keys clean of any hint I ever bled here. (click the pic...

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Bled Rose "Fragrance wafted where're she goes" That's how you compared me to a rose... You came and stopped by, some loveless day And told me you were going away To never come back ever at all Weak and trembling I slipped to the floor. A bruised fractured heart, a weeping soul Nothing nor anyone could console As my spirit began to decay I...

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hoisted hanker bruised vying voluptuous view eerie oddities oozed fostering felon fluid porous pills punctured sassy seals structured mental horizon melted gnawing gaunt glued hefty heels drooled pulpy peers pulsed gnashing gifts gulped callous crest cupped gullible Greek bled etched acumen ebbed. '20:03:16:14:54 Note: Dedicated to Virgil....

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