Blood Poems - Poems about Blood

In all the books of history written with ink of blood and dried tears, There is no war that was not hatched in the shadow of palaces of power, Governments alone, like birds of prey sharpening their claws in silence, Independent of the hearts of people, for whom war is always poison. How many generations have marched on dusty...

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He was strong in life But even stronger in death He refused to be forgotten So he stained the pavement in his blood A haunting reminder of what was done His blood spoke more than words could It's echo mourned his childhood To his friends and family he was the embodiment of love To the system they called him a thug How can that...

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Date: June 17, 2025 I wandered through a bleeding dusk, the wind forgot my name. A rose was growing from the dust— I reached, and it became the fog that hums like swallowed screams. My lungs forget to breathe. I taste old blood beneath my tongue. Each petal cuts me in my sleep— what did I dare believe? Each step I took was stitched with...

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The parade is long and patriotic, with glottic marching band~ with pipe, with drum, we demand more young blood from our heartland....

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My voice broke on the edge of breath. We stripped the bark from our ribs like trees to find no center. Blood is a language we forgot in churches. I held your absence like a flame burning under my tongue, while skin remembers the names we never spoke. I was becoming not better just closer to the fracture before the old name. And you fell into me like a glyph not carved. We did not rise we undressed....

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A pool of blood drying on the floor A broken vase that was once full of love Lillys dying on the ground Its sober, living that's sometimes perplexing. Even more on nights like this the depression always wins again and again this time by slit wrists....

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'What does the ticking of a melting clock sound like?'—overheard in Dalí _______________________ A clock made from ice lies on sun-scolded tiles— the ticks go slower, steadier, ...

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Through struggle one can justify life Losing the battle enhances the view Blood on the rails all markings assured Death as the prize — recurring anew (The New Room: June, 2025) ...

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Dangers plague the rebellious world in which we live Too much greed and vengeance. Too few willing to forgive It's a never-ending war cry of accuse, fight, and repeat We’re all walking along a knife's edge with bloodied feet It's nation vs. nation, brother against brother; combative. Everyone is power hungry to become king of the hill Stepping upon each other...

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When we finally feel emotionally attached to someone, we tell them we LOVE them When you finally truly LOVE someone, even the smallest of their hurtful words can pierce a wound in your heart But what is LOVE? Is LOVE a feeling we only feel romantically? Is it a feeling we feel platonically? Is it a...

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Blood diamonds, or conflict diamonds, are gems mined in war-torn regions, where their trade fuels violence and human suffering. These precious stones come at a steep price, as countless individuals are enslaved and exploited in harsh conditions to extract them. While these diamonds symbolize wealth and beauty, they also finance oppressive regimes and armed groups,...

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Blood of gems crosses the tides a fractured tremor of a weary river fog of marrow diluted by tremors spines chained to the edges of a coral sinking deep stones upon a shore that quivers and the body hears only a wave mute that carves....

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No name no echo only blood flowing skin without edges as you stumble through life the breach within a wound opaque origin before form missing beat when you believe you feel a hollow in the bones uncreated the body before the body....

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Silence isn’t quiet — it’s the scream stuck in my throat, the venom dripping from broken teeth, the promise shattered on cracked floors. Your silence is a fist beating against my ribs, each unanswered breath a knife twisting deeper, a war waging beneath broken skin. I claw at shadows grasping ghosts that slip through bleeding fingers, love drowned in the dark, where silence is a battlefield and...

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The Blood speaks louder, it paves the way, No force can take its efficacy away. From valleys low to mountains high, His Spirit lifts us up, we touch the sky! In Him we stand, we live, we shine, Our faith is strong, His love divine. So raise our voices, be bold, be free, His Truth will guide our destiny! He lights the night...

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