Scabbing Poems - Poems about Scabbing

...Bloodthirsty blades; I thought I knew a deep cut before, then I found your voice; Whispering over and over not scabbing, you didn’t mean to but you killed me anyway.......Read the rest...

...Bruises from screams to calm shaped like words scabbing memories Healing.......Read the rest...

...Animal Liv Van De Walker The consciousness of hate, bubbling and boiling; so hot and vicious Like warm blood oozing from splitting wounds Licking and clawing, Licking and clawing Attempting t......Read the rest...

...Turnabout is fair play Resentments push Anger inspired Emotional wounds bleeding Emotional scars scabbing Hurt feelings avenged So we try and make Ourselves believe......Read the rest...

...Time Why is time so precious to my mother? I sit here Here on this old rickety porch White paint scabbing Looking at the dark clouds Dark clouds pouring their sadness Out onto the land I wond......Read the rest...

...LONESOME SOUND Old man said he could hear that whistle blow a hundred miles and they could write a song about that. Said he could tell how many cars a train freighted just by how sad wa......Read the rest...

...hello, i am ready to be seen now the bush shield is scabbing over hello, i am ready to explore now the implantation fever is breaking hello, i am ready for all roads now the butterflies w......Read the rest...

...Besides you Nothing ever heals Never this Bleeding heart will rejuvenate New girls bandage me But these sores still fester Never scabbing over Jaded th......Read the rest...

...as the PROPHETS of profits, WE lead and WE’re fair while WE’re living the life of the poor BILLIONAIRE – silver yachts, pearly castles, cash (plenty to spare) – with the world on OUR backs... ah! ......Read the rest...

...She isn’t dormant, she moves through the dark in this new phase, as exact as a silver snowflake. Despite her voicelessness, she speaks to me. Her swollen body is idolized in the black that she unst......Read the rest...

...Rising tall in the thicket, cresting with force nestled behind matted fur and eight fresh gashes scabbing firm, the elder intimidates with rattling force only guttural pronouncements d......Read the rest...

...Skeletal treetops rake a Wagnerian sky. like fingertips, chasing Valkyrie’s, through cirrus clouds; conducting the winter wind, across the cerulean blue tarp of early evening. Bare beds, a mass of f......Read the rest...

...Set on the cracked up streets and roads, I took the long way home that night Past the strings of shuttered glass With steel blinds padlocked good and tight Beyond the walls of scabbing brick, ......Read the rest...