Bruises Poems

Survivor Mode

bruises scars and stretch marks
the sum total of diverse past experiences
~ I am strength and stamina


Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025

No Bruises

Growing up,
you dream of Prince Charming—
the one who’ll set your heart free.
Spinning in hope,
you wait for the one
who’ll love you right.

And then he comes.
He’s charming, alright—
with soft words,
a warm smile,
and eyes that learn your every crack.

But not every crown shines.
Not every prince saves.
Some just learn
where to press
so it hurts without bruises.

He never raised his voice—
at

Bruises of Unknown Origin

It was the first time
I heard the dove’s low call—
three minor notes 
stretched thin across
a motionless prairie 
on a shimmering hot afternoon,
the kind where even shadows
try not to move.

I felt like I should be
in mourning too—
but for what, I didn’t know
or had forgotten.
Black Cats and Roman candles
found no customers that day,
just heat, and a solitary

Silent 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

Black and blue boo boo bruises courtesy hurled Bobo box

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

bruises

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

Woven

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

Hidden Bruises

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.

Bruises and Broken Bones

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

Many Bruises Paint Love

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

Bruises of Amour

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

Mind Bruises

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

I Want To Write

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..

Bruises

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

Cracks and Bruises

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

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