Scab Over Poems - Poems about Scab Over

...Love how can I describe you? Poets endlessly found a piece of you I’m one of a million blind mice You are a colossal elephant I feel you but do not know you Let me measure every inch of you ......Read the rest...

..."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 for......Read the rest...

...Brother, I relive the night we lost you, it feels so foreign and far away, but then I realize all of this is real and you're no longer here, then my heart breaks all over again. My heart that is a......Read the rest...

...Travel once on a haunted train, a taste may make you lose your mind; Railroad tracks leave the world behind dismantled boxcars keep rolling; Phantom mouths continue screaming, they show you tic......Read the rest...

...We look at the clean, perfect face, feel that smoothness against the backs of our fingers, long to stroke it with our fingertips, place our lips against it, sniff, rub gently. That was yesterday......Read the rest...

... Clenched teeth harbor a growl; The sound is mine not yours; Dominant except around me; Love bites; Incisors that leave puncture marks ......Read the rest...

... Written: November 24, 2023 ____________________________________________ Close-up screening will show the flaws. Under microscope, watch the draws. With fresh style—mi......Read the rest...

...On Writing in Rhyme Write a rhyme, oh write a rhyme, As if provoking thought is a crime. I’ll tell you now, I’ve heard this line, Always from those, who like to whine. As if your rhyme ma......Read the rest...

... "PreOccupation" spiced cut up poetry divides numbers intentional drivel moved to the side on a blank page into neat lines sucked up a much loved addic......Read the rest...

...An unfilled room, a plot line that ends Becoming redundant whilst no one defends Chaos created in an unoccupied space Dread that meanders but cannot be traced E......Read the rest...

...Life ain't no bed of roses We're not destined to drown in a pit of despair Aguish is unknown until flesh grazes a blade of barbed brair A prickle that pricks A nettle that nicks and stings ......Read the rest...

...My crimson scribbles; there is no meaning, there is no feeling, and there will be no healing, not today at least… Horizontal, never vertical for some reason. I cannot explain, though reasoning is ......Read the rest...

...Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin ofttimes triggering babbling brook to swell after deluge becoming stream of consciousne......Read the rest...

...Stranded, half awake on the exhausted ends of an evening, the minds graveyard keeper sometimes lets occupants loose. You can feel their cold feet walk the corridors inside your head, pic......Read the rest...

...My overthinking mind means I need to express the first verse is just metaphor The poems that I write I hope will heal like wounds Scratching out the hurt And letting the air get to it ......Read the rest...