Bloodied Poems - Poems about Bloodied

The modernization of Shakespeare plays 'theater' for the unversed Catering to narrow appetites increases their bloody thirst...

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“The Refugee” She stood naked as the soft sprinkling of water cascaded down her war torn body. The scent of concrete dust still in her veins. The sound of bullets still ricocheting through her brain. Black powder on her skin. The long frozen road. The nights without sleep. Her baby in tow. The raping of her soul. Running for life, Away from the fight. Leaving footprints in the snow. Bloodied...

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The New Boy David J Walker The boys playing in the alley Turned into a prehistoric combat team As soon as they learned That a New Kid was in town and Had stepped on their turf The Rock Fight was four on one When it begun and could not be avoided even though Most rocks flew through the air Hitting...

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It was dusk and eerie, rain dripped from Leaves that rustled in the trees Of the nearby woods, each shadow cast A reminder that danger lurked about! A shrill scream cut through the darkness, Bringing with it fear and dread, A certain warning, that murder was the mood! A fox sneaked back into its hole, As a snake slithered...

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Poppies blossom in a field Where young men once fought Their stories now forgotten As are the lessons that were taught It's blood red petal Is caught by the breeze It's flight brief and glorious Falling on Europe's leas A mother's hopes come crashing With fists knocking on the door Grim faces hide emotion Another casualty of war A hundred years have now passed With lives still being...

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one bloodied pencil stub If “What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger” then I’ll have one muscle bound corpse and one bloodied pencil stub. Let us define death as the absence of …. innate qualities life’s essentials buried beneath the fear of exposure. And strength …..let us describe strength… as the tenacity of life’s indefatigable longing to...

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An extra shot of whiskey, To keep my hands steady, A potent dosage of psycho, To kill everyone in this fermented grotto, A torrent of tears, To drown my homicidal regrets and masochistic fears. Sadistically driven by revenge claimed so long ago, Sewing makeshift stitches over my gaping emotional wounds, Accumulated from years of abuse that created our antihero, Performing nightly spectacles of barbarity...

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One day, you'll be dead to me My life is a hazard to everyone And myself My desperate detestation for you The way you are What you do How you breath My hatred for you is an endless pit Of Hell and dark memories The heart inside my weeping chest is sewn in grotesque shades of purple and its all your fault You're a beautiful creature of...

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. Once again, the bell rings. The crowd's blood-thirsty roar explodes as a thunderclap. The arena's skydome trembles. The gloved gladiators, as blood-crazed predators, fiercely glare and growl in murderous rage and hatred. Each one's whole being reduced to the moment's sole purpose of utterly destroying the other, for fortune, pride and fame. They clash anew, after a hurried sign of the cross, while...

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Conflicts and troubles Continents and tribes Tomorrows left reft Children, their future In wanton describe ~~~~~ Maiming to kill Shooting to thrill Crimson will spill Genocidal ~~~~ Soldiers they Boys and girls In whose world ~~~ These young Bloodied ~~ Souls ~ http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-7.php...

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Barefoot and bloodied I run towards the blinding light On paths of broken glass Shattered memories That I can never seem to forget- Barefoot and bloodied....

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once again, the bell rings.... the crowd's blood-thirsty roar explodes as a thunderclap, the arena's skydome trembles, the gloved gladiators, as blood-crazed predators, ...

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