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.......

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

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...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......

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

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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! ......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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, ......

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