Bleed Poems - Poems about Bleed

We Bleed Red If I were a king or queen you would notice me, and respect me no matter my race. If I had riches you would befriend and talk behind my back not to my face. You see me as a different color and not as a person with faith, with thoughts and feelings....

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as a child i often found myself participating in sadistic activities. i felt my sins rotting into my body- into my soul as-well my veins. it kept my blood pumping throughout my body that i did neglect. i protested against consuming meals as if they’d make me feel holy again, sick i was. the blood that clawed out...

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Even in beautiful places, I am not allowed to litter— not even a word. I bleed even in happy spaces, beside those who worship or simply enjoy their meal. And I am dying inside, in silence and in shame, for I do not belong— and I have never found a place to bleed and heal....

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Each petal cuts me in my sleep— you call it soft, but I bleed every time I touch it. The mirror doesn’t cry with me anymore. Only the fog stays. It hums like a swallowed scream. ...

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J=Juniper berry oil for hair, U=Urinary health wellness care. N=Natural detoxifier if I dare, I=Improving circulation with a prayer. P=Promoting healthy aging is what I need, E=Evergreen small shrub I will plant and feed. R=Reducing skin irritation so I do not bleed....

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In the echoes of Ukraine’s broken streets, The cries of mothers replace the lullabies. Children learn war before they know peace, And rubble replaces their dreams of skies. A theater of power, painted in blood, Where egos clash and empires pretend. Yet not one soldier, not one soul, Asked for this play that may never end. Zelenskyy, the people's hope, now dim, Your laughter...

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"The painting is her. Her ruin, my hunger. Every stroke on the canvas carves her deeper into me. I own her screams now." I don't mind saying the ing word now. I’ve been an *******— it doesn't ing matter. The painting on the wall taunts me, staring, silent, brutal— reminding me of her. Of the way she smiled before I crushed it. Of the...

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I bleed Dark crimson drops Dripping into water Sounds like, “Wo-man, wo-man, wo-man.” I bleed Pain, pain Irrigating the soil Of my now fertile womb Seeds planted Growing into life I bleed Only blood prepares Where life begins Blood for life I bleed Blush rose, Just...

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You'd be wrong to assume it just affects only male And even more wrong to overlook women's plight Cause just like men, they too experience it It's just sad that they'd been left behind Maybe because it kinda feels like the usual periods Just a little heavier, going on for more days And for most women, they go undiagnosed Cause they're...

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I want them to tell their children about us. Make them afraid of what love can do. Make them sit up at night, wide-eyed, whispering our names like a warning. Say-they clawed at each other's throats, they swallowed their own pride until it rotted inside them, they stayed even when it tore them apart. And in the end, love left...

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{"Hadn’t you known, or care to acknowledge that I am wholly fond of my life as of right now? I’m in love with the lighting that shoots and grazes my neighbor's balcony as I sit in front of my own, just by looking or glancing or stealing a glimpse at the projection of lights that...

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To my younger self, Here's a message to you, A reference for all you go through, Take heed from the start, Cherish your giving heart, It'll push you beyond limits, Without even counting minutes, Pushing yourself till pores bleed, Working hard is your creed, You are actually addicted, Making social life conflicted, Don't forget to smell the roses, Understand the threat that poses, This physical...

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No one knows the coyote that bleeds in me. No one knows my heart is an open road No one knows the sound I softly whine But I do. I do. I will wake today and carry my body I will wake today and carry my bones I will tread until...

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He was the night sky, and I was a star; But before we met, daylight arrived. He was a firefly, and I was a flower; But when we met, winter whispered chills. He was a snowflake, and I was the ground; But before he could reach me, summer shined. He was a bug, and I was a leaf; Yet before...

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although i know each time ive gone around this block things stay the same, and despite my deposition that ive done my lot, things never change, frankly ive been caught in thought, lost myself back half a block, and wondered how you ever sought to capture me, make me believe, that loving you was worth the pain, i took a momentary...

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