Short Bled Poems
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The mossy-green magic oysters
The magic sea
Water's
Red
With sadness
Courage
Bled
Colors changing
Nightmares
Dead
A man is dead
when he’s bled
medics say
Poets say
At last his soul is free
that day
Home Sweet Home
ran, toiled, tumbled, bled
my sacred bid to return to thee
whence i was spawned
and drawn to peace in thee.
Robbie
of Saint Claire's Heights
nose bled everyday cause
he was afraid of heights so forced
to move.
2019 September 23
~Amidst the beating hearts sparks the blood that runs red once I've bled
11/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Oh, blue, blue sky that used to be,
Before those grey lines bled,
Has evil now taken over the World,
Are all the good men dead?
between murky dreams
and seas of green
my life spins
without moonbeams
sands of red from
hopes that bled
into the ocean
instead
ROSES ARE RED,
VIOLETS ARE BLUE,
THE ROSES HAVE BLED,
THE VIOLETS ARE DEAD,
YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A PAIN,
FORGET IT YOU’LL NEVER GAIN.
Form:
how can heartless conjure magic meant to be bled by a broken heart?
A/N: For the Monoku contest Why I Abhor AI Generated Poems.
A red rose smiled,
and bled in wild.
Fourtle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
History should be written in ink, not lead;
in glorious black and white, not bloody red;
nor by some inept leader, but those who bled.
miasmic,
alighting the foul bourgeois powers that be
bounce like carrion crows
on the prone corpse
of the bled world.
So many so called gods around.
Just as many in the ground.
Yet there's one who wept and bled.
Only one rose from the dead.
Sun bled heavy eyelids
close in mid day glow
bee braises by
dogs snuffle near
cloud clumsy
wind simpers
breathing sweated air
no care
Dr. Fauci turned grouchy
Bit his lip, got an ouchie
Kept his mask on, bled to death
Socially distanced ~ had bad breath
Look at Tommy go
Watch him fall in neat khaki rows
Bravely led
Tommy bravely bled
20,000 went over the top
20,000 lay dead
She repeats
He doesn't listen
Same, different, same
The fuse was short
Time is up
The battle fought
Tears bled
Peace is sought
And found reflected
He worships Her aroma
Velocitiy of depths
Tender tembre flame
Oval orchard
He knows
She has bled Life
healing each wound
of His yearning
My polyop of despair has bitten me.
I am trapped in a hemmoragging abyss of cysts
My reaper has bled me
He has come for me
There is not way out
Six minutes until bedtime.
Another sour day of my life bled away
Sixty years until death-time,
Tomorrow is just the reincarnation of today.
Charlie Kirk shot dead
America’s soul, bled
Red, the color of conversation
~ absent communication
Red,
As if it has bled,
Thorns stuck into it,
In many places at the top it has split,
Winding it's way up a wall,
A rose,
Is beautilful to all.
The tears he never shed
Were trapped within his heart
In sorrow and pain he bled
Even when he was torn apart
His eyes remained dry from the start
Pointed like fingers
At heaven; ears twitching in
Song— rise of a voice
At dawn, torn within;
Footsteps go; clovers after—
A kiss on bled palm.
You never knew how to love me well,
Sometimes when you kissed, you cut,
Sometimes when you touched, I bled,
Sometimes when you left, you robbed me.