Coagulation Poems - Poems about Coagulation

Finally my blood began to coagulate When you stopped doing what I hate If not, expect the most unpleasant state Of things from lightest to highest skate. You should never ever be late Whenever you invited me for a date I’m a girlfriend who’s impatient to wait My boredom is always at the zenith of rate. Usual lines played like songs from Kate On...

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Coagulation Starter – 3-28-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Coagulation Finally, my blood began to coagulate, Flowing like insomnia Between the wounds of dawn and dusk When wounded memories drip pools of enigmas, Fleeting gossamers of absolutes, Drying into sticky puzzles. Bloodied dreams wander labyrinths, With no exits, Leaving spatters of millstones For ruminating relics to follow, Thin images of wispy encounters Fade In lost chords of words, Ghosts gel from gashes. Impostors of reality...

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Finally, my blood began to coagulate After a very long time of wait Wounded and lost too much blood I was drowned too long in a flood Now my vein learned to halt my bleeding And my heart and mind are pleading That though, I was injured in this fight Soon, may I see the shine...

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Finally, my blood began to coagulate, And my heart slowed down a beat. I looked back to re-evaluate, And how I ended up on the street. It was a beautiful, sunny day outside. So what could I do? The perfect day for a bike ride! First, I fixed my tire with Gorilla Glue. My bike was really fast, And soon, the wind was blowing...

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Finally, my blood began to coagulate, I really did not think this would eventuate. But now there’s hope I will not exsanguinate, because I feel my blood now hemagglutinate. Remain in my blood vessels and just circulate perfusing all my organs and accelerate my wellbeing so I’ll not deteriorate Instead, my condition will reinvigorate. So, I will live another day to celebrate the fact,...

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Finally, my blood began to coagulate, I really did not think this would eventuate. But now there’s hope I will not exsanguinate, because I feel my blood now hemagglutinate. Remain in my blood vessels and just circulate perfusing all my organs and accelerate my wellbeing so I’ll not deteriorate Instead, my condition will reinvigorate. So, I will live another day to celebrate the fact,...

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Finally my blood began to coagulate, the bleeding had stopped. Not sure how far along the tunnel I had come. All the way I hopped. Now to make my way out of this loathsome place. Cobwebs drooped from the ceiling like filigree lace. I stepped carefully over sodden earth, choking on the thick rancid air. The pain from my...

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"Finally my blood began to coagulate," the second stage of hemostasis -- how great! First I applied pressure to the bleeding spot, the platelets circulate to stop it (a "clot.") Coagulation forms a more solid wall, in other words: a scab (helps after a fall). That tough thing is just a temporary patch; could bleed again, like My Girl's "blood brothers" scratch. The...

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Finally my blood began to coagulate; crimson hues slow dance to the musical notes of healing, and the symphony scores a pattern, weaving the fabic of fibrin into a tapestry like a warrior's victory blanket. Blood again flows like a river finding its course unhindered, and I rise and live on; scars on my body a reminder of the battle fought and...

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the words coagulate, stuck in the back of my throat, I choke on the words I cannot seem to acknowledge, articulate, remember. aphasia commandeers my body as her vessel inarticulate and mute and in so much pain but she doesn't seem to care. when it matters all the soliloquies falter and stumble from my lips, lame and inadequate like everything else i touch....

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Wound those buried with the toothed crack of sky. A thread of buttercup cream tinted silver rips the alpine cottony edges. A biscupid fuse pushes the cerise stream through the veins, its navigation nourished by sweet citrus heavens; wash of Summers, green leaves, gardens. Lust flush like a silk shawl embroidered with a pearly flame. The storm lambastes sunlight colored windows that cast an embrace into our wintered dusk, beryl tones of...

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