Scars Poems - Poems about Scars

despite pains and scars whether normal or bizarre ‘tis human we are...

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You wrote me in scars. You’ve made me like this. You tell me I’m not the same as my old self— That I am something you pay for. Am I something to be paid for? I am torn apart by the way you treat me. I am crushed by the comments you pass. Am I not good enough? I’m weighed down By your words. You’ve...

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"People expect all stories of abuse to be loud and angry but they're not. Sometimes they're quiet and cruel and swept under the rug." ~ Trista Mateer When the sky sips wild thyme, and the sun savors swells of zenith, like the sakura essence of spring, I feel beyond the blushing blues, the...

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Love is long gone, Happiness is nowhere in sight, The world knocked me down, And I gave up the fight. Hope has been lost, My life has fallen apart, All I’m left with, Are the scars on my heart. Things are not getting better, I lose faith with every passing day, The world used me, And then threw me away. My life turned upside down, And I’m barely...

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Admist the twilight, she dares to creep, Her scars tell silent stories, buried deep, Each line, a testament, a thread of her past, Woven with resilience, they hold her steadfast. They’re not marks of weakness, but pathways of grace, A roadmap of heartaches, each curve has its place, In the magnificence...

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I always feel a twinge of anger, a truck load of guilt, and a dash of sorrow whenever I think of her But mostly nothing at all My guess is all those year of cuts to the bone ingrown toenails and broken bones weren't quite stitched up, fixed up and set - right She used to hit a racquetball against those grungy, white walls until she felt like...

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Galaxy, heart erase, gaze tender, cold How do I love thee -- I cannot count the ways, for there are none. Not because the sun doesn't grace thy face with its brilliance, leaving the rays reflected back in a trance and even the shadows dancing as they trace thy golden reflection, guiding thoughts through galaxies tenderly gloved within thy gallant gaze no imagination can erase. Nor because the...

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Don't play the victim, don't wear the frown You're the one causing harm, spinning others down Bullying, harassing, spreading fear and pain You're the problem, not the one to claim Don't shift the blame, don't point the finger high You're the one acting out, passing by Think before you speak, think before you act Your words and actions leave a lasting fact You're...

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Can our eyes see their scars, Which we claim that they made for us, Have we thought of those scars we made, Yes- we made in their hearts permanently? They cannot step out with dignity, Maybe just for an act unknowingly done or filled with stupidity, Nobody will look unto them or their family, Will their grief also come down gradually? Forgiving is...

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See’s clouds are beautiful, Rolling, unique, and soft, Her rain is toxic, Poison leaving a dark matter on your forehead. See’s mouth is sharp, Destructive and kills the clouds, Kills what once was beautiful. Hope lives in the cracked mirror, The one her father hadn’t loved, Fill the cracks, let it scar, But the clouds will roll beautifully again. ...

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Black and grey— half-dead, half-forgotten, etched in silence, waiting. Thou to draw, thou to withdraw, tracing echoes, tracing the traces, cursed yet, blessed. Now, I sit, tracing the scars of the ruby, fingers brushing against old omens in the reflection’s cold embrace. (I know the echoes all too well— for I am the one who breathes life into the melancholies in my head.) ...

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Why did he had to break my heart and left the scars inside my soul. Already knew, he have been hurt before but why did he had to hurt my heart cuz the scar his ex left in his heart. I know he already heard all the lies and...

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The pool becomes a canvas, whitening all the scars that hurt, Allowing you to escape from the shadows that hide easily beneath the foam, As if the stains of being touched, wounded, and haunted, Had melted into the silent water that embraced you. As the heavy weight fills your lungs with silent water, A strange clarity emerges, drowning out lost...

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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...

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Wounds that have healed in time I have plenty would you like to see mine?...

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