Blood Poems - Poems about Blood

adjectives ooze like black blood

words tiptoe through my mind’s dendrite fields
struggling with an inner battle
do they want to be shared
or merely heard by someone?

adjectives ooze like black blood
under the shut doors of my brain
I feel outnumbered and overpowered
my pen smiles as I reach for him

Ashes

                                 Sitting in life’s departure lounge
                 

I saw the world through blood

I was looking at the world through my eyes,
curious to see its parallel side.

I had grief because I was seeing it through blood,
but as I heard my praises and insults,
glanced over the beautiful mountains
and growing poverty,

that became my biggest pride —
to witness the world like this.

But when my hand started to grow cold
from the pain

We Wrote Each Other in Blood

We licked ink from our open wrists,
a contract signed in salt and longing.
Our syllables stitched into sinew,
each verse a gash we chose.

You crawled inside my name,
built a cathedral from my echo.
I slept in your apology,
a pillow soaked with dreams that died in the cradle.

What is marriage if not mutual decay?
We baptized ourselves in entropy.
In every

THE CRY OF A MOSQUITO

A mosquito once cried 
Why do you all always 
Clap your hands 
Whenever you see any of us
Some of you buy chemicals 
To get rid of us
When you all know we're harmless and homeless.

An insecticide 
Screamed from a corner
You're big liar
You blood sucking vampires
Not just that
You also go around 
Spreading diseases; eg malaria.

A human replied
You're

What becomes of a world?

The trees ache with a pain only those who have witnessed true horror 
The swinging rope moping for it had been turned to a killer 
The threads unravelling trying to escape 
A maze with no end 
Running, running, running Away
Yet still can't escape its fate 

A fallen leaf a tear of the tree
Weeping for a

Blood ,Sweat and Tears

Blood, sweat and tears
All in the name of eliminating my fears
Blood, sweat and tears
Just to find myself inside a Mercedes, getting an ego boost when I shift gears
Blood, sweat and tears
Creating a steel Armour in the form of riches
Ensuring the arrows of poverty don't pierce

It will be blood, sweat and tears till when?
My pains have

The lies they killed us with

They starved our bodies of love 
Then complain how our bones shake in fear
They strip us of our dignity 
Then glare at us when we jave nothing to wear
They take our souls 
Then question when they hear our screams in their dreams 

It's why when the wind fills their ears 
It sparks chills
And the echoes

Bite

Throbbing, concave marks
adorn my skin—records of
your hunger, sated only by
the meat of
my body.

Though the pain is sweet—craved,
fulfilling—and my blood rushes
to provide you with drink,
my head—detached,
neglected—wanders.

Tell me, if the flesh fell away
like tender rib meat off of the bone—
would you still ache to sink your teeth
into the me
that remained?

Sister By Blood

She walked towards me,
I never had a sister by blood. 
Maybe that was about to change.

Blood was all over her
as she walked towards me.
It seemed like I already knew her.

She is from another time,
I must have met her somewhere.
Familiarity permeated my mind.

Blood was all over her,
still I wasn’t the least bit fearful.
In this moment I’m

Blood and water

I used to think blood meant forever,
That family would never hurt you.
“Blood’s thicker than water,” right?
But I take the water—
Wash away the blood,
Remove the red-soaked stains from my life.
Blood thicker than water?
Maybe in another life.

Family—
A word that holds little meaning,
A word they never earned.
They should have been my safe space,
Yet now there’s just an empty

India and Pakistan: Divided by History, Bound by Blood

Brothers once, beneath the same monsoon sky,
Before foreign flags touched your soil,
You drank from the same rivers,
Laughed beneath the same banyan trees,
Shared gods, grain, and ground.

But when the map was sliced by hands not yours,
When borders were inked in sorrow and salt,
A mother wept—her children pulled apart,
Not by will, but by wounds too deep to

She died in a body she hated

She died in a body she hated 
Her last memory was watching herself get assassinated 
How she died isolated 
Surrounded by a see of white faces
Who stood there being witnesses
To something that would be talked about across the ages 
Her blood had painted the pavement
The cop stood there admiring his painting

She died in a body

Blood Stained and Bleeding World

What's happened to world serenity?
It been trampled on and has run amuck,
burned and wounded, ravaged by hate 
while people look on as though they're dumbstruck.
The world has lost its identity and obscenities
roll off angry tongues like machine gun fire 
from those filled with angst, trepidation and ire.
Humanity is held in the choke hold grasp
of hands

We built their prisons from their own blood

Their blood was the poison that would kill them 
Their presence blinding 
That's why they hate them
They come too close and try to touch them 
But they didn't know that we are the sun
That trying to block out the sun
Would become their biggest problem

Actions have consequences 
And we were their karma 
The one thing they

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