Bloody Poems - Poems about Bloody

I like the taste of my own blood I smile as it coats the roof of my mouth bit my tongue my words are rung why do I always say the wrong thing? through my veins anxiety reins I must appear tame for people cannot know the truth if I speak I will come off lame I only have myself to blame so I bite my...

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Bloody shores of fear and ice, seldom seen To be the stringent strangler borne of leaden blight The barred bastard, whore of the night Seen so the lowly leers led to fear the fall of life Stitch of mind, sown to soiled sickly ails Hie thee, and hail, to the tale of mind, in Bloodily bodied names, satin faced for the...

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Im not living my life im just trying to kill time I havent felt good in a long time it seems to be some kind of depression but i refuse any medication i wake up crying and fall asleep same way i have hard time keeping my face from dropping on the floor in a puddle of blood i really...

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Why did you kill on a Valentine's day? She came to show you the depth of her love. Yet that same love you wickedly betray. You stabbed her in cold blood wearing a glove. She brought a box of chocolate candy... and a bouquet of beautiful flowers. She also brought a bottle of brandy. To celebrate with...

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Hey Valentine, where are you? Are you hiding amid the peaks of a mountain or in the depths of an ocean? Are you in the sweltering heat of summer Or in the torrential flood of the monsoon? You are lost between winter’s chill and the verdure of spring. You make me shiver and sweat in turn. You are at once the soft...

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(a swap quatrain poem) My greatest love – a man divine will always be my valentine. I tragic tale I tell you of a man divine –my greatest love. I’d had to leave another man. No one I knew was crueller than that beast! I thought I’d found reprieve. Another man I’d had to leave. I knew not that he’d reappeared. An ugly head his...

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Dawn of deific passion A beacon of divine compassion Who, to set the sweethearts free From the yokes of the crown head's decree Kept the flames of the loving hearts alive With a credo that true love should always thrive To true sacrificial love, he sowed a seed. His body was broken, and blood was shed for this deed. On young hearts that...

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My bloody valentine Is the love of distrust The wonder if it's love or just lust The feeling broken hearted when seeing we're crushed The love of beauty and the ugly of us The lose of attention when nothing is mentioned The battle being fought without submission Being totally ignored when love is the mission No flowers being bought or dinner in the kitchen No gifts being sought or...

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As darkness approaches, I grow anxious for our meeting when your first touch will make me shiver in greeting. An invitation to a private feast, darling, for you to dine. After centuries together, I've no fear you will not decline. We've quipped about it being called Valentine's 'Day' when only in the night is it safe to come out and...

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[Written for contest ‘MY BLOODY VALENTINE’ sponsored by Sara Jama : placed 5th] MY BLOODY VALENTINE This villain on a coin this shadow on a sea ...

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I made you hate love Were the last words you spoke But your actions caused Me to hate more than a burning feeling We so easily define as love I hated my body For the marks you left there Still feel permanent Like a tattoo pen on my tainted skin You thought of me just as a canvas...

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You are the star of my mahogany heart For you gave me the blues the biggest scar Everything I let go of to win your trust Was my mistake for you take love for lust I am to blame for ignoring the signs Thinking it was a growth of some kind That you would even let go of your past And become...

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*Vaaz= vase You offered roses delivered thorns, blood drips and your body adorns ~ Slumped, soaked in crimson your heart forever mine, retribution has come, my bloody valentine—by Poet Once upon a time lived Angel, an androgynous white knight Diamonds in rings and pearls on strings, he’d often gift The reddest of roses, bluest of violets, specifics...

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aches of intent trample my heart battered by a passion that tore me apart callous are games accidentally wrought deliberate, the battle that cannot be fought evidence spills from my lips as lucidity hits followed by confusion as the thought sits going nowhere confuses the soul heavy dread on repeat takes its toll I matter, dead or alive jeopardy real as I...

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the roses scream in silken wails red-stained whispers, love impaled thorns still buried in my spine a gift from you, my valentine your kisses bled, your touch was steel soft as razors, sharp and real your vow, a noose of silk and lace tightened in a last embrace petals wilt in crimson streams love runs deeper than it seems with every thorn, a sweet refrain— i’d...

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