Bruises Poems - Poems about Bruises

They say '"love is patient, love is kind" But what about the love that leaves bruises behind The love that whispers sweet nothings by day But turns into thunder when you disobey The love that says "I didn't mean it" Yet, the walls still remember every scream in it See, love ain't supposed to taste like fear Like holding your breath when...

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Black and blue boo boo bruises courtesy hurled Bobo box No matter I sustained multiple contusions about the face and neck and minor head concussion after the missus tossed an unopened box of five apple pie stuff'd oat bites in my direction (what got whisked - as clocked by yours truly at lightspeed), nevertheless (whew), no...

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what did you do what have i done we both know it started out fun what has gotten into you is it going to affect me when you're like this i hold my bated breath, dying for the need to breath now you are broken not wanting to be fixed i've heard all you're excuses but you still left me with bruises i...

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Beneath the fury of sun Wades a wobbly nun Stomping on thorns Her soul burnt and torn Scars on her skin Carried wounds engraved Trust, her sin So were snakes she once craved She sucked and spitted Bouts of venom from her blood Tainted by flood Of emotions she once knitted Silence crept loud In the woods still stern Moon upturns Summoning weeping clouds Tears unfolden The woven maze Outside the haze, Lies a...

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The bruises you leave are hidden inside, where only your eyes can see and others not realize the depth of your emotional depravity flowing through my veins like blood upon which you feed until I am drained and you move on....

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May God bless all, of the children, and ease their mortal pain. I trust that you have your reasons, and this life has not been in vain. They say that our life is a gift, could that really be true for all? What about incest and rape, or the fuel driven rage of alcohol? Many children will live their...

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Upon the canvas of my heart, I paint, With words as brushes, colors & love's constraint, In metered lines, my soul's emotions flow, In voice, this love I long to show. The world may wonder at my quiet ways, But in my verses, love forever stays, A whispered secret in each tender word, A song of passion, yet so seldom heard. The meter...

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Poked just once and you left a hole stole what was in my arsenal; Wounded with a laceration now closer to no emotion; Pincushion heart takes every prick, the act can be so sadistic; A needle’s eye a gaping wound, bitterly mauled and then consumed; So much space to make a mess of thinking you fit me like a glove; Softer...

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"Please see my bruise" It tells the whole story It needs no explanation Other hurt Isn't on display to be understood instantly Other hurt Doesn't have a path and colour chart to tell me how close to healed I am Other hurt Won't pinpoint where will cause pain if pressed Other hurt Doesn't go on its own with the damage fixed without effort Other hurt Doesn't let people know to be gentle...

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I will tell you a sorrowful tale of an ancient time when the turning years carved grooves into vinyl, a time that changed everything and nothing. He was a lad, a stripling, knobble kneed and roughly handled. A youth with a common history told a thousand times in any slum-clamped town. A cultural weather mellowed him, it gave the young...

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I want to write And I cannot in the daytime I find myself confused As if my mind has been bruised I stutter in the night And I am jittery when I fight Yet I try to write When everything is bright I find myself in the night Even if it takes all my might I’m at peace in the dark Within sight of my mark.....

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Bruises Ahh (sighs).. Where to start Oh God of the heart: Perhaps in the birdsong Or the crisp morning light On this bench that is warm And where worries take flight. I pick up this pen And the words tumble out Not knowing just how to now Cry, laugh or shout.. But with ink on the page It is all making sense A return to the lightness When the...

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this heart of mine a little bruised and battered accumulated matters episodes and interludes wins and losses how they took their toll there were times we thought our hearts would turn to stone but we grew stronger and managed to keep going somehow rising above chin up, rolled with the punches we’re not who we used to be a bit less bruised and battered AP: 3rd place 2022 Submitted on...

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These shaded scars may alarm, Yet in my eyes, they are surely painted. Scorned love that which won’t harm In my sigh of relief I cry to this, tainted. Fire lustfully denies the everso carnaging fate. Torn apart by the advantage of its flaws, I am morley sewed up in these lion claws. I am surely bowed up in famen i did...

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All I see waking up is the ceiling fan, Hearing the clicking sound, Feeling pain pulsating thru, Every bone in my body. Trying to remember. Looking down bruises on my arms. Eyes are blurry trying to focus. Barely hearing "Lauren, you're awake" Looking at Cam, What Happened? I see the dread in her eyes. Cam I can't remember. Lauren he was beating you. All my feelings, emotions...

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