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Pool Of Blood Poems - Poems about Pool Of Blood


A pool of blood
A pool of blood drying on the floor A broken vase that was once full of love Lillys dying on the ground Its sober, living that's sometimes perplexing. Even more on nights like this the depression always wins again and again this time by slit wrists....

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Categories: pool of blood, addiction, anger, betrayal, break
Form: Free verse
A Pool of Blood
Blood spilling in the east running all the way to the west Forming rivers of doubt in the north and South An army of men converge along the river bank With long guns strapped to their sides And big army bags parachuting from their backs They are waiting for the sun to go down, Before they complete the second round Tall...

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Categories: pool of blood, change, city, conflict, courage,
Form: Free verse



In This Pool of Blood
In this pool of blood...I lie the same pool of blood that was once running thru my veins- causin' me so much suffering...so much pain ...with this tainted blood, my life was strained ...in this pool of blood, I soak ...this pool of blood...troubles in my life evoked in this pool of blood...I wish I'd drink and choke this pool of blood...that...

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Categories: pool of blood, death, depression, life, sad,
Form: Verse
Pool of Blood
Frantic, cleanliness, cleanliness Blood is thicker than water The blood is thicker, clotting, clotting The bandages and duct tape Plaster of Paris, a perfect cast Without a script, no stage left No stage right, the operating theatre The scalpel caught a glimpse of light Asleep, breathing, breathing The magic milk, intravenously The milk medication, choking, choking The bed is stained with crimson paint Like a miscarriage, waking...

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Categories: pool of blood, health
Form: Free verse
Pool of Blood
Feeling self averted in this silence I’ll take hold of anything that helps me deny Dreaming that I’m free of this I’ll smile as I’m reaching bliss But something still inside me tells me why I’m seeing death as I am thrown upon it Down and out I stare as I return People with their bloody eyes Dying hearts that only lie Just give...

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Categories: pool of blood, confusion, introspection, life, sad,
Form: I do not know?




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