Short Bandaid Poems

Short Bandaid Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bandaid by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bandaid by length and keyword.


Bandaid

His face is pressed into my chest 
"You need to get a bandaid"
I say. He has a cut on his finger. 
"This is a bandaid 
For a different wound"
He breathes warmly
Form:


Always

You are lost let me guide you,
you are confused
I will clear your mind.
I will heal your wounds
with my bandaid of love and compassion.
I will sing you a song with a melody of peace.
From pieces to peaces I'll never let you go.
Form: ABC

Premium Member Tlc

She fell up on the gravel road and bloodied her small knee. A trickle there and from the eyes: a sight which wounded me. Sometimes you need to make a fuss about the little things A bandaid, ointment, and a hug, and now we’re right as rain.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

bandaid

all those wounds you talked about
i will sit outside on the concrete floor
and patch each one up
till you are clean and theres no more
i can say its love now, 
it always was
but it was also just 
what should've been done
each time you hurt yourself
when i wasnt around

a rose

he gave me a rose
a beautiful red rose

i love roses
i love the scent of them
i love how beautiful they are
i love everything about them

but they had thorns
they poked me and i bled
i couldnt stop bleeding

he got me a bandaid
everything was okay again

but it still stung
© alez ja  Create an image from this poem.


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I make a list
In a brief gist


A random spread
Shop unafraid


Drop dead on dread
Watch fancy raid


Now who gets paid
A-list bandaid


Shoppe till you drop
Budget non-stop


Here and there know
My list now grows


In show of space
An odd embrace



Leon Enriquez
11 December 2017
Singapore
Form: Couplet

Premium Member The Blue Bandaid

The Blue Bandaid 

on the track to the river
the red shoe
green skirt
blood stained knickers
splatter on the trail
the hacked off hand
the offhand remark
brings you back
to where you were
the blue band aid
on the river track
was forensic evidence
of a gruesome
rape murdercase
of yet another
innocent child
© Uwe Stroh  Create an image from this poem.

Sunday, June 14 2026

Will you kiss me as deeply as you bite me?
The wave over my troubles
The bandaid over my blood
The rain over my drought
The brush over my tangled mess
And the wind running through my over-dued skin
If I wait,
And wait
And no peace comes to my soul
Was I used?
Or shall I keep waiting for the spark 
To save me from a life
Of impurity.
© Jude Twist  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member we had it all

We took it for granted
life as we knew it
our freedom our future
the concept of fairness
karma and justice

And then it was stripped
in one quick painful motion
flayed off like a bandaid
before our very eyes
revealing the ugly truth
of the worst of mankind

Now all we can do is
pray for a mighty Hail Mary ~


AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025

Premium Member Her Gaze

Is everything ok
I  d o n’ t   k n o w
I feeel p a i n 
That a bandaid won’t do
Somehow I’ll survive these days
Find my way to the other side 
I’ll make my way
I’ll make my way
Over to you

Hesitation fills my heart
From the pain that blew it apart 
The beauty she is
Heals my heart
Watching from across the room
Her gaze takes me away
From all this pain 
From all this pain
From all this pain
Her gaze takes me away

Disease

When day turns to night
 I have to pray with all my might

You tell me you love me 
This is where you want to be 

Life is good for you 
But we have yet  become two 

The past is the past 
You have to leave it for us to last 

Your bandaid is old 
I know you're tired of being told 

My heart smiles during the day 
At night I don't even know what to say

I try to learn, I try to help
You're back and forth makes me yelp
Form: List

Run

Why do you feel the need to run?
To change who you really are
I can see who you really are
The pain you try to hide
The hate you feel
for yourself
and all the you cried
You wish you were different
But you can't seem to stop
Being what others want
You end up hating yourself
And let the darkness comsume
You're through with the self-pity
And won't ever open up
a bandaid will not work
To fix your broken heart
And It seems like 
You gave up from the start
© Jane Smith  Create an image from this poem.

Within Me

You weren't there.
You aren't here.
You didn't help me,
When I needed a bandaid.
When I needed a hug.
When I needed my dad.
I came to you,
You blew me off.
You never taught me
What a man should be.
I made countless mistakes.
But with your neglect
I learned how much 
I mean to me.
I am who I am 
Not because of you,
But because of me.
Those words you lack to say,
I will tell myself proudly.
I am proud of me!
I love me!
So thank you!
Thank you for nothing!
Form: Ode

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