The world is bleeding badly as we know
This haemorrhage started many years ago.
A band aid will not fix its gaping wound
So, to be frank I fear we may be doomed.
This bleeding seems to seep across earth’s land
From many causes we can’t understand.
And now this wound is such a festered sore
If not stopped soon, we’ll bleed to death for sure.
.
Our world is such a truly treasured prize
But man can’t see what is before their eyes.
The wars, the hate, the politics, the greed,
Just many causes making our world bleed.
Perhaps there is a doctor here today
A specialist who may show us the way.
On how to seal our wounds and make them right
Fix up our world, with knowledge and insight.
To teach us all how we must stem the flow
If in the future bleeding starts to show.
A pressure bandage soon must be applied
And only when the blood stops then untied.
Categories:
haemorrhage, world,
Form: Rhyme
Imagine,
I heard her loud painful fading groans
I looked at her swollen face
And saw the blood gushing out of her body
She was slowly fading
And I was only fourteen
Her heartbeat had stopped
But still I could not tell
She stretched her last
And on my arms she passed
Few days later I read
"Suffered severe internal bleeding,
Brain haemorrhage
Broken spine and limps"
The post mortem result
Imagine,
I called her name
But she was already gone
She was mourning her own death
A sudden tragic end
With so much misplaced bones
Categories:
haemorrhage, abuse, death, loss, pain,
Form: Free verse
Stolen from story book disbelief
Leather cape swoop, hooks my veins
Fork prong fangs drink, blood drains
Bubble in ruby bead eyed thief
Gurgle as furry gargoyle fills
Helicopter hurricane flurry vanishes
Clutching my haemorrhage damages
Explosive throat, dizzying thrills
Attack on this dreaded day, theorise
Opened as old time, musty pages
Terror in an unexpected text message
Dirty diseased creature in disguise
Heroic helper - no - unobscured horror
Giving me a role in rancid plot
Grave digging past reveals rot
Historic vampiric bombastic bother
Haunted Taunted
Spooks Peek
Last of October
Categories:
haemorrhage, absence, animal, day, fun,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Harken! blasts of thunder
pressurised magma sears
Pyroclastic hearts collapse
a spanner jams the gears
Distended fiery fissures
augur unquantified fears
Cataclysms bring rupture
down path’s not very clear
Aneurysms bursting veins
popped drums burning ears
Brain function touch and go
haemorrhage out red tears
Earth ripping itself asunder
black raw ground appears
Man plugs his inner wounds
holding on to love so dear
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
haemorrhage, allusion, love, power,
Form: Monorhyme
As a molten drop of wax,
running down,
from a dying candle,
a single drop of tear,
left her eye’s boundary,
making its way down,
falling down without a sound,
and crashed!
The denouement of a sad life!
Like pulverized shards of glass,
it tore into the flesh,
causing deep haemorrhage,
somewhere inside the brain!
August.6.2022
Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Categories:
haemorrhage, angst, depression, feelings, pain,
Form: Free verse
I am hooked deep inside my cavern-hanging host
replicating in cosy subterranean cell
night-time radar feeding my needful innermost
viral reservoirs overflow with gruesome gel
I slurp onto scaly creature, grimly scuttling
fissures unfold, revealing gory condominium
caged meal within a meal, proximity shuttling
re-absorbed, disturbed, unsettling equilibrium
I emerge, swimming 'Trojan' in moisture flowing
aqueous channel opening, internal organ-treat
indulged, engorged, rapacious appetite growing
coughed-up bipedal phlegm, damp cold air to greet
I am scooped again, adjacent cloth, nearby skin
bodies pressing, heavy breath, compulsive sneeze
defences haemorrhage, weakened corpses grin
death is killing me, wretched repulsive wheeze
I seep through porous mask and sweating gland
my time is spent, havoc wrought, no place to go
anti-bodies gathering, hostile hordes at hand
I am oblivion but still have many names to know
Categories:
haemorrhage, body, dark, death, imagery,
Form: Verse
However we came into being,
Commenting on anything and everything,
I am sure was not factored in,
When it came time to give us a brain.
When it became obvious that our brains were about to implode,
Computers appeared on the scene,
And one would have thought the need, to comment on everything,
We know nothing about would be reduced,
And our brains would resume normal service,
But no, we seem to have ramped up the comments,
Which now, carry hate, which is another monkey on our back,
Which in turn gets more Knee jerk reactions from those,
We attempt to destroy with words as sharp as any knife.
For those without the urge to be the fastest on the draw,
To shoot off comments til their brain starts to haemorrhage,
It is your duty to send out messages of Love and Hope,
Before any more brains start imploding.
Categories:
haemorrhage, analogy, anxiety, blue, care,
Form: Didactic
It in now dark.
Talking of exposed genitalia
I go into a terrible shock.
A compulsive deceit
takes hold of the attention.
The candle burns me inside.
Between eyes
a *chakra uncoils, like a Naja.
Strikes ! You are stricken-
with a bulbar palsy.
No haemorrhage. A purple venom
spreads in the whole nativism.
Voices move in half-lit corridor.
The doors do not lead to rooms.
All exits disappear.
A chandelier crashes. You
are awakened from a deep slumber.
A poem is born.
*In Indian thought a chakra is the center of spiritual power in the
human body. They are seven in numbers.
Satish Verma
Categories:
haemorrhage, art,
Form: ABC
In one quick flash, while humankind rests
poisoned rain devours, seething like burnt fume...
that all the world like raged Babylon screams
when Fourth Horseman, on a knifed eve, descends
shrouded by darkness, rider now earthbound
collapsing stars and trees on ghastly stead,
lungs haemorrhage in terror of night’s tide
found in Revelations once prophesized...
hoofs trample burnt flesh , spiked by death’s revenge
a time destined...a quest for greedy blood
that in roar of voices, church bells freeze tolls.
Divine One looks at His creatures, pleas from souls;
Mad horseman gallops away as Light spins
unto earth, promise of fresh beginnings.
Apocalypse Rising Contest of Poetess Darkly
Categories:
haemorrhage, holocaust, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
Blasted through the arteries of great wide open spaces
like fuel-injected bullets from some laser-sighted gun,
over-priced and deathtrap built, nothing cars to nowhere places,
trailing prisms of bleeding sump oil underneath the cooling sun.
From the money-grubbing fingers of a travel agent slaughter trip,
thrown a pitch in shadows of a power station pleasure park,
where sheep are glowing green at night with radiation flavoured dip,
the very soul of Mother Earth succumbs unto the leeching dark.
Rabble rousing bodies spill their flesh upon the mosaic floors,
a crunch of black sand sticky feet through hotel foyer abattoirs,
these patrons clutch at local maps, get lost inside revolving doors,
then dance around the nuclear core in plastic palm-tree disco bars.
A haemorrhage of bleeding skies damped down with streaks of sulphur grey
is fused onto the dark horizon by a deeper shade of red,
yellow bikini beachwear melts leukaemic on the judgement day,
the swallow cardiac arrests, the last of summer drops down dead.
Categories:
haemorrhage, allegory, death, history, life,
Form: Verse
Midnight chimed day assassination,
sudden as a brain haemorrhage,
star-stabbed by psychotic pins;
issues aborted of carbonised wombs
blacked streets, tar-slithered.
Recovering drunk, cold sobered,
imaged upon liquid plate glass,
appliances dormant and flower-pressed
beyond his ghost,
whiskey tears wept prior sins.
Crying within for little or nothing,
the once embryo of the thing he became,
or that reflections now seem
more tangible of look than
he would ever feel again.
Invisible sackcloth mantled the bones,
he wore it well,
his future path paved ashes
to some place in the dark,
the equation lacked love.
So the dead can walk, he observed,
approximating signs of life;
and so well he knew the dead,
they whispered catechisms in his head,
for he only ever talked to himself.
Categories:
haemorrhage, life, lost love, sad,
Form: Blank verse
Midnight chimed day assassination,
sudden as a brain haemorrhage,
star-stabbed by psychotic pins;
issues aborted of carbonised wombs
blacked streets, tar-slithered.
Recovering drunk, cold sobered,
imaged upon liquid plate glass,
appliances dormant and flower-pressed
beyond his ghost,
whiskey tears wept prior sins.
Crying within for little or nothing,
the once embryo of the thing he became,
or that reflections now seem
more tangible of look than
he would ever feel again.
Invisible sackcloth mantled the bones,
he wore it well,
his future path paved ashes
to some place in the dark,
the equation lacked love.
So the dead can walk, he observed,
approximating signs of life;
and so well he knew the dead,
they whispered catechisms in his head,
for he only ever talked to himself.
Categories:
haemorrhage, introspection, life, sad, social,
Form: Blank verse