Love Scar Poems | Examples
These Love Scar poems are examples of Scar poems about Love. These are the best examples of Scar Love poems written by international poets.
I forgot you.
Or, did I?!
We passed through millions of
human sufferings and sea of love
and secret bleeding,
As if hundreds of years have passed in between
through oblivion.
In the meantime, I forgot about you,
like an old scar, without pain,
on my hand or foot.
All day, sometimes eyes catch a glimpse of it and I remmeber,
And sometimes forget to.
I kissed the fall.
Ran barefoot through glass and silence.
Told him I loved him—
even when it undid me.
It was raw.
It was ruin.
But it stayed,
like a scar
worth naming
Image : 3
In water dark, I learn to drown
A silence colder than the sea
The ghosts I fled still pull me up
In water dark
He haunts the edge where I should be
A memory I never chose
Still carves his name inside of me
He finds me gasping, cold, stripped bare
Each time I hide, he leaves a mark
I bleed unseen in wounded air
In water dark
If I were that scar above your rose tinted lips,
of whom you keep picking and removing dead cellular dust,
out of hatred that rises from your porous subcutaneous layer
of insecurity,
I probably would have bled more than you think.
I couldn't have shed tears, possibly.
But I've heard every little wound needs love to heal,
And so will I-
your dearest hideous scar.
Most of my life I’ve tried to hide scars because they were ugly reminders of things I didn’t want to think about. And a lot of those scars were invisible to the naked eye. A human couldn’t see these are scars, similar to deep open wounds within me. I learned they are not damaged eye sores but trophies for the trials and tribulations I have overcome thus far. Your scars can be the medals you attain, having given yourself the opportunity to lean deep into your faith. We'll learn we have been healed and forgiven for any wrong we did, any sins we committed. Reminders, we were already forgiven. Those scars are something to remember when we feel like quitting a reminder for when we are too weak to want to feel. We need to remember that someone already died for the terrible things we ruminate on that have already been crucified and healed . Try not to focus on how deep the wound is, keep in mind his are for eternity, that he endured for believers in his word. How can we complain when someone was murdered for you and me. To be able to live a life of love and abundance sin free. I challenge you to use your scars as badges of honor for the rest of your breaths eternity
In the rush of living my heart stops
between each beat
and for a moment
or maybe just half a moment
she is there.
Not once, but always;
Waiting for me
between those beats,
in every one of my remaining days.
“ I miss you.”
Written as if the sun’s passing mattered more.
As if being uttered with muttered words,
heard only in the hollow of a poets’ dream,
could bring the past to life
or resurrect a love.
Stitches
A wound, deep and wide
Gaping, Ragged, Bleeding
Cover with the cloth of
False Smiles
Cover with the cobweb gauze of
Empty Sympathy
Clamp it shut with fingers of
Chemical Laughter
Hold it together with shaky hands of
Liquid pain relief
A wound, deep and wide
Remains.
A wound,deep and wide
Gaping, Ragged, Bleeding
Clean with Love
Stitch together with Truth
Soothe with the
Balm of Gilead
Anoint with Oil
Healed reminder of grace
Scars are ugly
Scars are beautiful
Like death
Like life
They are the same
Scars are you
Stories of you
It is here and there
Hidden and shown
They whisper to you
A story they show
Yesterday I used a plaster
For a small cut
Now I use a plaster
For light muscle pains
Suddenly I feel that I want to use a plaster
For an ugly scar
That cannot be erased
Or fade easily
And tomorrow maybe I'll use a plaster
For sorrow and grief
Maybe a plaster from the Almighty God
Maybe a magical plaster of love
To cure pain caused by sorrow and grief
That come my way
That cannot be avoided
That are brought along by fate
NIGHT SCAR
Before thee have I bow
With a loyal heart in thy castle of love
Lower thy shoulder that I may lay behold
Curve in, thy palm around my waist
Teach thy subject how to plant emotions
In a desert where genuine vegetated love was lost
I beseech thee oh my goddess
Queen de mon mot (Queen of my world)
I thirst for thy presence day by day
That I may taste weariness no more
Thou art my reflection
For mirror-ly have I seen my love in thy pupil
Brightly, brightly as the moon increases
Such is thy love above the sky of mine heart
When I close my eyes in the nights
All I hear are silent voices from a far
Did whispers to my sleepy ear
Anonymous! anonymous!! anonymous!!! Queen
Thou art my muse.
©Gideon I Tukuna
HAPPY NEW YEAR
30/12/2021
I wanna be able to show everyone the scar on my left wrist
Without being judged, or mocked or laughed upon
I wanna be able to tell the story behind the scar
To everyone who asks
I wanna be able to tell everyone that my life
Isn’t perfect
That however much I may pretend
I too am broken
I don’t really care about the world
But I wanna be able to tell you
How I feel
Without fearing
That you too will leave
I don’t think I will be able to hide the scar anymore
For I no longer have any strength left
I just wanna be me
And sometimes I feel its too much to ask for
I wanna be able to tell you
How I cut my wrist
With no gist
Not using a blade
But a soft graze
And how much it hurt
After the blood spurt
I wanna tell you
How I feel when I lose control
And how much better you make me feel
I just wanna be me
A girl with a scar on her left wrist..
Take it easy now,
if all you have is yourself,
hold your hand and breathe
Take it easy now,
this is for your mastery,
alone, roads get clear
This is all for now,
tomorrow can be tougher,
yet you'll be wiser
This is you right now,
born a star and raised a scar,
who's meant to move far
-Nicola An
Nowhere the disease
No rose on butterfly lips
Heart fails to know life
12.07.2020 Chattogram
Each Color a Scar
by Michael R. Burch
What she left here,
upon my cheek,
is a tear.
She did not speak,
but her intention
was clear,
and I was meek,
far too meek, and, I fear,
too sincere.
What she can never take
from my heart
is its ache;
for now we, apart,
are like leaves
without weight,
scattered afar
by love, or by hate,
each color a scar.
Keywords/Tags: love, parting, separation, farewell, leaving, lonely, loneliness, longing, marriage, divorce, absence, relationships, loss, pain, seclusion, break up, argument, color, colors, scar, scars, desire, passion
Monthly Pop Ins
Tear off the almost healed scabs
Cutting new wounds
Deep into my being
Does love need to hurt
Has distance helped
You tell me no
Inadequate
Unnecessary
Unfullfilled
All words used to describe your situation
He came with bells and whistles
I came with only love
A love of who you are
Not who you might become
He came with visions of grandeur
I came with a job that would never have made us rich
Poor and Happy
Better than a life filled with things
Occupy your time
To quiet the things in your head
Think of me so often
I'm like your make-believe friend
I'm flesh and bone
Beating heart
Soul
You'll wake up
and be 50 years old
wondering where all your time went
You filled it with trivialities
Trying to forget
But your deepest parts will not let you forget
They bellow out
To feel as we once did
I have grown calloused to the pain of these scars
If I knew then what I now know
Would I change my future
NO
I would love you just as hard
For as long as you'd let me
We've agreed we are soul-mates
That was true
Can you say you've really lived
If you die without scars