Blood Poems - Poems about Blood

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...

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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?...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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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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Advocate of rent control and $30 minimum wage Free public transportation! Zohran Mamdani’s a media-appointed Sage For all illegal immigrants, full privileges and rights Defund the police, let NYC’s streets...

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I saw them in the corner Like brain pieces on the wall, Climbing to my ceiling, Loud and stinking with blood. I can hear them crawling Inside my moldy walls, Slow and steady Like the movement of organs....

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I'm a really hungry wolf One that’s never satiated. Your heart isn't enough I need your whole arm off I'm a truly gentle wolf, Feeding on your bounty. Maybe flesh is all I need Not the tears you cry with doubt What a lucky sheep you are, Well-fed, with plenty of wool Yet your eyes are full of fear, Fumbling blindly in the dark. "I mean no...

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Blood drips on the ground beneath my feet But not from my eyes you gouged out Or from the tongue you cut off Nor my eyes you left to listen And not my insides where it crawls. Unkown makes me afraid More than my blood pooling on the snow I knew it always bleeds But I don't know where the...

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Water describes a stranger while blood describes a family member This statement has been around for as long as i can remember When it comes to different situations why is this statement used When the truth is when you're in need of help your family has refused Family isn't the the blood it used to be because its been...

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She always hated the sight of blood But now it had become her greatest comfort She felt her blood was the only one who understood What it was like to be judged Both hated on for their colour Both wanting to be hidden Both wanting to be invisible Each cut sent waves of euphoria throughout her body She wasn't a masochist...

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