Scars Poems - Poems about Scars

under the shade of a cyprus my lover whispers sweet and tender nothings revealing glimpses of a splintered heart where wounds are still fresh ~ a healing process underway AP: Honorable Mention 2025 ...

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Each wound I have suffered in my life so far Has taken so long to form a battle scar But what doesn't kill me, they say, will make me stronger still And every wound I suffer will eventually heal Pre-chorus: This is the silent language of scars You can read my soul like Braille And for each sad story, for every sad...

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Scars and sunburn, with their mark a gruesome glow. You can taste that edge, as the knife stabs your throat. Cut pumpkins swallow the Sun, now this final curtain is warmed. Ostentatious heat clings, darkness waits for that first bittersweet taste of autumn....

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Three has ruled the roost for so long... Four, boxed in so, has forgotten its role. So picture five lingering outside, waiting Thinking itself only a star None seeing what keys are needed To open the legendary Time of Times. Oh... will repairs come in time for life Or will zero claim more as food once again. ...

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i showed you my scars and you licked them as if they were a wine healed my deepest wounds just to make space for new ones i showed you my scars and in desperate times became my beacon killed my ghosts chasing me at midnight just to become one in my life...

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She’s young Outshines the sun More beautiful than anyone She speaks her mind Never on time Somehow she likes my rhymes She’s so damn smart Owns this old heart And struggles with where to start She works real hard Keeps up her guard Cause she’s wounded with scars She’s not gonna quit Won’t never submit Cause my granddaughter is totally legit ...

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The scars they don't see Are the ones filled with the most painful memories The ones you don't have to touch for them to hurt Our bodies are permanent scars A reminder of what was once ours Now the use to start wars They made it our prison of skin and bones Condemning us to a life where silence...

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is it ethical if he says he hates his family? they did him wrong but then the world will say- "god help this child possessed by the spirit he's the one in the wrong". he tries to find a reason to love them, because he is in debt for raising the man he is now but then again, they reminds him- his existence...

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Shelley wove us a tale of a monster more a man A fleshy beast without, a broken heart within Created in hubris and sin Stitched together and broken Again and again. Frayed and tattered Unraveled and splintered Brittle and battered Bled out and injured Held together by needle and thread Less alive and more or less dead A patchwork man, soulless and cold Unmended scars numbers untold I...

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Form: Englyn Unodl Union I touched a shadow and called it a flame, It smiled — but was the same. My scars whispered his name. Love left, but I still came. ...

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He reflected on the life he had lived Staring out the window watching his kids with his grandkids They were his greatest gifts He also felt this quiet melancholy of putting them in a position To survive In a world filled with racists He hoped they would outlive him He hoped he would end up in a casket...

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(The rose you dropped ) Roses are beautiful, ain’t they? You see them once, and for a moment you believe in softness again. In something that won’t leave. But beauty tricks you— it draws your hands close before you notice the blood. No one tells you how much it hurts to love something that was born to wilt. He smiled like safety. Spoke like a promise. And I believed, like I...

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I loved him when I was young before I knew the ocean depths I loved him with a heart brand new no scars to mar me yet I loved him with a clean, pure soul no knowledge had I of sin I loved him with my hair in braids with such hope, how I loved him I loved him when my breasts...

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I've known of a girl, young and brave Not for long, yet it's etched clear an impression she left on. Struck like a storm, came a cacodemon, Strolling through her blood Tormenting every cell it encountered. Could never gauge the depth of her agony or extent of her cancer. Therapy too left behind nasty scars Her beauty taking a distinct cast Something...

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Silent flames, scars speak through the night, broken breath, wild and torn— rain and snake coil wounds unseen, I bleed to heal me...

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