Bleed Poems - Poems about Bleed

"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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I bleed poetry to heal through midnight confessions. Mistress’s ink does not seek your caramelized validation; it has no desire to please your feed of presumed perfection. I’ve never tamed this skill as an online profession; this is just an unbreakable obsession~ I’m drowning in for a distraction. Don’t question my hazy metaphors, veiled away from towering thorns of...

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keeping the sad notes locked away keeps me sane but sometimes it hurts not to hurt I need a little cut to bleed away one drop of life's pain so I write poetry...

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The young smile behind ice cream cones crying when they skin a knee. The elders puff up behind fine machines imploding when life has broken into pieces. Tranquility lies somewhere in between Everything is temporary like a breech or a breeze... Somewhere between the cone and the bleed take a breath-pray to have appreciation for the day for just living....

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Soul's laugh soul's cry Soul's live soul's die But what of the soul's of trees Sipping soil in which we bleed Nature uses our body to feed Colorful tears shed are leaves Falling like a ballet in breeze Whimsical dramatic blue melody Trees that stand as nations fall Despite wars in lands they stand tall Hearing all our tales bittersweet Fearing our own power in peak Chopping...

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Healed heart can still bleed A little bit of peace is all it needs The storm of pain which crossed the heart, The torture which hit it hard, The unknown torment which ruled it, The ache which worsened it day by day, has engraved the mark,the proof in the heart- The scratches and wounds proves it all ; Yes, healed heart can still...

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I remain motionless in a world full of words. I search for you in a sky full of birds. Then I take my pen and bleed like a river. Then I hear the horizon echo, "you were born with the cursed word .....NEVER". (11.11.2023)...

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