Bloodstained Poems - Poems about Bloodstained

Red on the marble floor a silent witness to the horror Her blood pools at the altar a stark testament to my sin Her body lies lifeless once so full of grace Now broken bruised deprived of love’s embrace I stand frozen disbelieving the weight of what I’ve done crushing me A priest’s collar tight around my neck a smoking gun heavy in my hand She came to the...

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Bloodstained Soul May 2023 Everything hurts, my lungs are on fire- Can't even complete things which success requires. I cry and I try, pave my path with my blood.- Then try to stop bleeding, when it all starts to flood. I tear up my heart when I hang onto hope.- Then it all falls apart and destructively cope. I don't...

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"A rose thorn pricked my finger as I laid it on the grave. Tears mingled with blood, staining my love's headstone." ...

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Plan, in the process of hatching, gave romantic pleasure. The Macbeths decided to dig deep for their dream treasure. While honey dripped through their words, poison brim-filled their hearts, Environs warned of the consequences of their misstarts...! Were they not conscious enough to listen to their conscience? Before the murder, to their hearts, they gave the death sentence. Shining dagger mocked...

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Vines curved around the thin pillars, Which supported the house that once held a family of three, And was now merely inhabited by insects and prickly weeds. The roof was bound to cave in at any given moment, no longer stable, Just like the family it had once housed. The faint aroma of freshly baked bread...

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The bloodstained leaves of autumn fall like snow upon the threshold of the dying glow of summer whose conception shining rose from breath of tangerines, but now must go the way of brilliant life in last repose. See not as dismal early closing day when falling shadows kneel as if to pray before the altar of a fading sun when summer's fragrant whisper...

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Pool Table Felt on the Bloodstained Mattress A quiet giggle It’s not my stomach growling, “feed me.” A young girl who wouldn’t love a millionaire A stereo left on overnight Warmed motor that melts a plastic beer cup Teeth brushed a thousand times A smile passed the darkness when we went to bed What do you think about when we try to go...

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I sit here in the dark, as I feel my mind come apart. Against the cold stone I lie, wondering why? Why me, I beg and cry, my tormentor won't tell me why? This is just my luck, chained to the wall really sucks. He comes and grabs me by the hair, it is more pain I'll have to bare. He leads me across the...

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