Scabbed Poems - Poems about Scabbed

...I wish I could untie my tongue -- find courage, strength to shine light upon those least illumined recesses still hidden from public view, shielded and scabbed over like festering raw wounds...m......

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... {"I anguish myself with the presence of a loved one to keep me alive inside of my head. Call me crazy, insane, a moron in all depths of despair, but my reluctance for somebody to love me as a who......

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...Silence be bright. Do not be like a dull pine needle that cannot pierce the heart. Nor like the calmness of the river before a storm. Be full of rage at the deafness and blindness of Mankind. The qu......

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... Be My Guardian, My Fearless Guide Lend Me An Ear for My Beckoning Cries Prodigal Pilgrim Prevailing Where Grace and Mercy Abide Grace Sufficiently Abstracting Fears Throughout The Changing ......

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...Love’s scars, such exquisite markings; Branded with a faded fine line stain, you’ve taken me taken my heart; Handle it gingerly this fragile heart it has become tender with markings; Such emo......

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...I have conversed with the common man in warm and well-worn pubs. I have been a ribald, and a leery lout, a seducer of barmaids. I have been common, the way a city pidgin is common, its scabbed ......

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...The bark was almost the color of charcoal and too rough for a boy to grip and hold on to climb without bare skin being grazed and scraped back to bloodied welts. The trunk was scabbed in gum ......

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...It’s hard to describe the feeling of capturing that spark; The zing there are no words for that thing that makes you write; I get inspired by creating, I’m awestruck by a new definition; T......

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...Bones jagged, scabbed up skin; But oh that fire; Diamond in the rough; Faded tattoos bloody smile simply shine.......

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...It still stands, old wounds scabbed in gum, the moreton bay fig that I climbed as a child and stabbed to harvest the white bleed of its hurt. High in its branches I cut my initials in t......

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...63. If Dullness Be Your Plunder Speech be silence gone amiss But if speech be ne'er to be. Choose words with some conviction Lest you dare to weary me. Tell a story ......

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...Ripples of vibrant streams stagnate Songs of flapping birds relocate Forest rustles hibernate Skeletal trees shake, underdressed Mushy, scabbed apples numbly rest Brisk, harsh breezes pierce l......

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...My heart is depleting, it is becoming thin and fragile. I can feel it slowly crumbling. The pieces have started falling to the floor. They instantly shatter. I try to pick them up, yet my fing......

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...Purgatory I Perhaps it's where I sit right now With sins just conjured from the past, Decisions made, though not in haste, Ideals I thought would maybe last. The deeds of others took t......

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... Shattered glass around my feet Fog against sliding glass doors Murky shapes moving all around Like half formed thoughts Congregating outside Peering inside With glowing scarlet eyes Scab......

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