Bruising Poems - Poems about Bruising

...Bruising my vein Can’t stay in my lane Don’t even feel any pain Acting like my arms are a pincushion A dirty needle about to push in Need that rush Want the voices to hush Never coming down ......Read the rest...

...More'n nine months on... and still I feel infuriated at myself concerning squandered funds passively, senselessly, and willingly surrendered nest egg to computer hackers (imposters, jackknifi......Read the rest...

...The bullying and bruising Went on and on for years, 'Til the time had come They'd atone for her tears Aimed at those people The cruel and the two-faced, For revenge is sweet ... And she wan......Read the rest...

...After witnessing a murder meant for me after surviving a car bomb igniting my skull crushed my face bruising my brain i received threatening calls from my husbands mistress I'd reported break ins str......Read the rest...

... In dreams, I float with hair filigree searching for him but he is sleeping, his dark eyes closed, yet, he pulls me to him bruising my lips, and whispering. I stroke his engraved nam......Read the rest...

... Precious Moments As I tread down memory lane Precious moments flow down my mind; Moments of......Read the rest...

...I could gaze upon you and lose all of my time I wouldn’t ask for much besides a simple life I could set the stage, pretend to be your wife I could pray to you as if you are divine I could sing ......Read the rest...

...Our once “everlasting love” Has come to its end There’s no more need To deny or pretend It’s difficult and painful For me to admit You weren’t fully in the Relationship and couldn’t commit......Read the rest...

...“I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.” Chuck Palahniuk Is there such a metaphor as an avalanche of time? E......Read the rest...

...In a world bejeweled with tainted trinkets, and feigned flowers, we follow the wailing waves below whirling wind, like secluded silhouettes, stranded on the cusp of chaos, unable to f......Read the rest...

...Meandering through my closet, And the shelves kept around it, Keeping its flow intact, Bruising the wooden path, Following me with force. After dark looking for solace, Unwinding-resting on m......Read the rest...

...We'd awakened to soon reaching. for respite keeping PTSD at bay while anxiety attacks bicker with my Narcolespy my focus remains. steadfast on Traumatic Brain injury allowing my cognitive......Read the rest...

...My favored Muse mysteriously asks muted kinda sexist win/lose either/or complex bilateral questions. Oppositional defiant nearly despairing quests exploring why I have yet to find Fait......Read the rest...

...sun tanned unevenly, foxed grimy fingers caress bruising pounded by day's narration churlish in onyx, was its hint over feathered combs, see, of flicked, creased pages buried, stained words w......Read the rest...

...Date: July 2049 The expanse of the sky was darkness. End of July 11 pm. Dolly Molly And Holly were keeping an all night Party pleasant pressureless delight. Dolly grabbed the remote for th......Read the rest...