Harm Poems - Poems about Harm

She always hated the sight of blood But now it had become her greatest comfort She felt her blood was the only one who understood What it was like to be judged Both hated on for their colour Both wanting to be hidden Both wanting to be invisible Each cut sent waves of euphoria throughout her body She wasn't a masochist...

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Scars fade but trauma doesn't She wished it was the the other way round At least then she wouldn't be haunted by the memories Maybe the cuts wouldn't hurt as much Maybe she wouldn't have done it at all Each tear was another cut Each cut made her numb She didn't want people to see her cry she thought Her...

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To be a good father You already have to be a good man But apparently he couldn't be either guess it was just easier For him to be just like his father Him being a black father Made it harder The stereotypes That followed him around That policed He probably internally agreed He felt it must've...

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Bloodlet me, my precious You can make this my willing sacrifice To cure me of impurity, of sickness. Cut gashes into my face. Discard chunks of my body. These cliffs into my mind, Scars of unhealing, they save me. Blotch my red everywhere. Nobody wants my stained mind, but you— You save all the sympathy— Iridescent, darling, could you ever understand? Can't you see, I want to...

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my dear friends, i am writing to address a memory of sorts: a lovely barbecue, evening, on the beach. you all brought ingredients to pile on my barbecue. you all brought your onions your palette knives your cutting board and one of you were cutting onions. at the beach. the juices, they pricked pricked...

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(Naani Poem). Seeing life's stuff through, Cheerings all champs, we are Surviving, thriving Thoughts, love for human race....

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(Naani Poem). Seeing life's stuff through, Cheerings all champs, we are Surviving, thriving Thoughts, love for human race....

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A gift of perpetual silence, from a deafening scornful frequency; Eternal tranquility, we chase, so is it considered victory? Victorious it must feel, for the one who departs abrupt; In the halt prior to mine, leaving a chaos in my heart....

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There’s this voice that echoes inside of me,in the pit of my soul He has long sharp nails, with which he tears down the walls of my heart,piece by piece Every time my foot steps on the grass, greener than the day before He pulls me down into the Earth And I am submerged into the sea Filled with...

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The little beads rise to the surface of her skin. The skin that seems to have 'gotten scratched by the cat' One too many times. But as she goes to erase all evidence of her deflect She feels it sting. A sting she knows all too well. Her blood feeling the tension of the gleaming blade against her skin The sting comes and...

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Heart of glass Once transparent and clear Shattered Love drained , disappeared Porcelain spirit Crumbled , crushed No longer soars Trust turned to dust Crystal soul Cracked and chipped Time needs to restore Damage from harms cruel grip ...

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I see the lines, I trace the skin, I swear this time won’t start again. The pain fades fast, but not for long, The ache remains, the pull too strong. I see the lines, I hide them well, A silent scream, A private hell. If only I could yell, Help, But if I reach, if I let go, Maybe someone else will know. Maybe,...

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If only I knew What all this would do I never meant To be broke and bent I try and try But its never enough And just like that I call their bluff Im broken and hurt Blown off like dirt But I hide away The emotions I face As if put on a hidden display And the only one who will ever see Is...

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A cold, silver knife rests on my shaking fingers. I graze the blade across my life; the slicing of it lingers. I push the metal through my skin, right to my chest, it cuts. I have to let the blade in, to remove my outer crust. I peel, I tear, I rip to reveal my blood-stained bones. I put my hand up to my ribs, and...

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Mind desparate for hope desperatley searches for something to cling onto something to quiet down the endless cycle of repeating thoughts that haunt it every early morning and every late night In a symbolic way the only way to quiet down the pain is to lose something that makes you human the humanity within you once you let...

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