Short Bruised Poems

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


Paradise Despoiled

My lilies, bruised and holey

Their leaves a tattered mess …

Blame the lily-beetles,

Those devils in a red dress.
Form: Quatrain


The Abuse

I remember the abuse 
The black and blue that bruised
All the abuse 
I remember your excuse
I needed the key
To be free
Form: Rhyme

Decay’s Perfume

Windfalls,
bruised gold splitting,
their sweet rot perfumes the mouth
of earth. I breathe the death that feeds
new life.
Form: Cinquain

Broken

He broke her like a promise 
So casual and cruel
Had no intentions of
Caring 
Just left her heart broken
And bruised....

Premium Member Blindly Bruised Bad Brave Boys-

Bad boys bring brilliantly bruised,
 brave boys believe blindly best

10/15/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020


Bruised

Bruised
That black and blue came through
Like sun through my window
Shiny new
Yet painful
Beaten with a cause
I forgive you
Form:

Drunken Moon

**blood moon** 

Waiting for night fall 
The moment of love is made 
The moon is bruised 

~a poet destroyer collaboration~
Form: Haiku

Premium Member My Cat

Cat That paws my lap I will flap you And zap you're gone
She claws so much that I am bruised!!!
Form: Than-Bauk

Premium Member Could I Die From Pain

Could I
Die of 
Pain from 
A  bruised
Bleeding 
Tongue could 
I die 
If the
Pain is
To great 
I can 
Not bare
This bite
Form: Footle

Premium Member Bitter Harvest

pride, like fruit high upon a limb out of reach feeding none falling to ground in season is easily bruised
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Shadorma

Bruised

Pour into this bowl
Celestial Love

Hands have stained
the Veil.

Now remains nothing
to show .

Carry me away 
as ashes I remain.
Form: Verse

Bruised Skin

Bruised Skin

Bruised skin always turns
Black and blue and also it 
Soon starts swelling up.

Like Trump's head often does.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Friendship and Connection

Trying in a friendship needs to be used, Or the connection will be bruised. Fight for one another, and heal each other. Thats what friends do.
Form: Limerick

Bottoms Up

I just hit rock bottom I fear
The landing sure tore up my rear
A BADLY bruised butt
But hey, ya know what?
I'm starting to LIKE it down here
Form: Limerick

Battered Atmosphere

The atmosphere is being
Battered and bruised
From the constant use of
Space satellites and ships
With their rocket fuel
That’s being release
© Daisy Ward  Create an image from this poem.

Battered Atmosphere

The atmosphere is being
Battered and bruised
From the constant use of
Space satellites and ships
With their rocket fuel
That’s being release
© Daisy Ward  Create an image from this poem.

Sculpture

a monolithic rock,
the patience of a sculptor,
belief of people,
battered & bruised,
with time, sand & wind,
nonetheless captured for a lifetime..
© Rahul C S  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Bruised Minds

of some deranged brains. I'm searching for pretty souls. find out who earns you!
Written: July 16, 2021
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Her Foibles


chill arrives
 twirling like bruised spine , 
with each huff 
          her skin coils 
     on decaying trellises--
ripped by old foibles
Form: Shadorma

Words - Tanka Poem

Those words bruised my soul
strummed my mysterious heart 
with needled fingers 
scrubbed my deluded mind
stranded me, in a deep mire
.
-Saeeda©
Form: Tanka

Bound

though many times
I feel the ribbons
Of Pain and distrust
flowing through My
bruised life ~
I am, by my Infinate 
Love, forever to you 
Bound!

Pain

I bite you for a second
your bruised for a lifetime
i give you a quick slap
the hurt in your arm never ceases

you say I'm brutal
i wont deny it
© Jessica K  Create an image from this poem.

Summer's Dark Rot

sweet gold masks decay
bruised fruit turns to black in frost
sunlight dies to ash
we clutch at the fading heat
dreading what the dark will strip
Form: Tanka

Ribbon

A
Curelean
Sapphire
Acetylene
Sky
A
Lapis
Tourmaline
Ultramarine
Sea
A 
Bruised
Metallic
Periwinkle
Sigh
A
Pale
Cobalt
Velvet
Monday

No Second Chances

We could ride the storm 
Get banged, bruised  and survive
But we may never get a second chance
To rectify damages we've cause through
Trickery and lies

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