Short Bruises Poems
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the pain
bruises fade
cuts heal
heart ache wanes
but how do you deal with the numb
when there is nothing you can feel
My life is not so tranquil
It’s full of bumps and bruises
I know all this will remain
Pain from broken heart
Russell Sivey
19
These bruises come
Remnant of the dark age
To remind me that
Part of me is still
Caught in the game
To them be free
19
These bruises come
Remnant of the dark age
To remind me that
Part of me is still
Caught in the game
To them be free
Jostled to and fro
ruts in road take their toll
Bruises are his bane forever
No one'll claim him ~ ever
All my worries are marked with bruises
I tend to hold them tight
So text me when you get home
And I can fall asleep tonight
• Bite marks on my neck
• Bruises on my thighs
• There is no way to numb the pain
• Except to for getting high
Stale the ale
Rancid the memories
in my pail
Bruises, injections
bloody reflections
A life thrown away
no more to say
Domestic Abuse
Livid bruises fade … but the pain in your heart will remain forever
9TH January 2018
bruises scars and stretch marks
the sum total of diverse past experiences
~ I am strength and stamina
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Black,
and blue
The color of the bruises on
my heart,
my soul,
my ego,
not to be confused with a waffle
Lies
But how can I miss
what was not even mine
Slap my face,
beat me down,
hurt me so bad,
confidence gone,
feel as low as the ground.
Bruises on my side,
hurting so bad,
you don't even care that I cry!
Form:
put me in a box, and feed me nuts.
knock me about, give me bruises and cuts.
splash me with water kick me to the floor:
make me know pain, i'll ask you for more.
The Brave ones
Never die
Bruises on their hearts over-packed though
Here lies the witness
Scribbling more bruises on the hearts of men
With a pen full of honey
quite tears unnoticed
eggshells crack under my feet
purple, black bruises
nagging guilt blinders
never-ending loneliness
fantasy love bond
6/15/2016
A temptress whose first name was Ella,
Had her best snares set out for a fella,
He saw through her ruses
And not fond of bruises
Simply said, ‘You’re not my Cinderella’
striped lily starlettes -
orange-sun piques from its core,
past purple bruises.
brightness of each petal tip
like pomp's fluorescent stage lights.
the young learn of life's bruises
failed jobs, craters along the way
they forge forward
too ashamed to look back,
but too hardheaded to stop
for that next challenge to face
Builder, build me, you built me a wall
Right round my heart, can't see it at all.
Why are you scared? It's me with the bruises
My breath catches, waits, for whatever he chooses.
She puts on make up
To cover the ugly bruises
She wears a fake smile
To hide the broken ego
She still goes back home
To the abusive brute
The well of tears
Now her cup of tea
lost kitten starved kitten
cold broken bruised lost
come on in here you will
be warm broken no more
your bruises kissed away
you go from lost to found
and starved to fed always
A cool fresh breeze
is wiping off her tears,
not her bruises.
---
She is making up
her tears with
big warm smiles.
--
Unconcerned
witnesses to her woes-
luxurious furniture.
He smells my fear
lying there
fighting this
eyes shut tight
fly away
far away
escape this body
bruises, scars
hiding secrets
telling lies
feeling disgusted
just sleep please
When People Will Fight
What people will do when they fight,
After experiencing and seeing sight;
Blood and guts;
Bruises and cuts;
Never have forgotten all the freight.
Jim Horn
Every day it is the same
Hours at the mirror
Adding more and more make-up
Hiding bruises from the night before
Another abused woman no one will ever see
© Poem – XII/III/MMXXIV
LRET