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Short Contusions Poems

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


Premium Member People Who
People who leap to conclusions Dwell in a world of delusions Always quick to blame Throwing tarnish on your name Subjecting themselves to contusions
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Categories: contusions, character, judgement, nonsense,
Form: Verse



A Bruised Heart
will the bruises in
my heart heal
the deep contusions
black and blue
from you
when everywhere I look
songs that I hear
remind me daily
the discoloration
left on my mind
as well as my heart...

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© Jo Bien  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: contusions, lost love
Form: Verse
Premium Member On Aspirin Bottles
On aspirin bottles these words are clearly written Take two in the morning and “keep away from children” Does it mean "stay away from your kids" At least till the threat is eclipsed You could wind up with blood red contusions
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Categories: contusions, silly,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Mind Over Matter
The heart feels the resolution
From the minds illusions
Drawing adverse conclusions
Cause for contusions
A product of evolution
Searching for a solution
Matter filled with pollution
Causing anxious delusions
In need of conclusive solution....

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Categories: contusions, nature, nostalgia
Form: Monorhyme
Premium Member Contest Wieners
non notables
same is to same old
repeat offenders 
nothing new
back scratch revenues
old poets club.
canned scriptures
wasted words
post mortem phrases
casket contusions
dead dendrites.
old poet network news.
boring, blatant, bygones,
corporeal cripples....

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Categories: contusions, abuse, betrayal, confusion, death, environment,
Form: Free verse



Doctor's Orders
Physician’s convictions to poison their patients,
Procedures with Ether, cold X-Ray stations 
A thousand scans in milligrams, 
Lobotomies and Amputations…
 
Surgeries to transform me, 
Imperfections to augment 
Blood Transfusions, concussions, contusions- 
For just a small improvement!...

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Categories: contusions, sick,
Form: Light Verse
My Supple Whip
Supple, limber perfect leather
Graceful in it’s agility when I
wield it by hand. 
Supple are the contusions upon 
your back as I teach you
to tease my attack-

When I train you, bull whip in hand.
Supple is your insolence- soon it shall
No longer exist, 
after my punishment.
Darling I love you so supply and intimate....

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© Amy Green  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: contusions, body, love hurts,
Form: Verse
Is It Worth It
Is it still worth it bumping walls alone just to fight for the truth and what is right, when those that you fight for do not even understand what you are doing? How could they appreciate the depth of contusions that you need to endure and the number of broken ribs that you must suffer just fighting for them? 

May 8, 2023...

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Categories: contusions, courage,
Form: Other
Premium Member WE'RE ALL OUT
Allegory illusion Misconstrued contusions Clouded mind mental block heartbeat stops 10 inch asbestos floor tile ~ 1940's steps gone wild Making perfect sense, making it very clear Daunting doubting rainbows, Blended in the new atmosphere Atomic bombarded Warfare debonair World War 111 we're all out
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Categories: contusions, allusion, analogy, anxiety, life,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Ritual
On both sides of drunk
and on both sides of sober,
both sides of the truth
and both sides a lie 
lie the two of us.

You own the license to my pain,
I hold the leasehold to your wounds,
we hunger for the ritual       
embedded in our souls,
contusions that won't heal.

We can't breathe 
but what we're bleeding, 
leeching out the worst 
of how we feel....

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Categories: contusions, depression
Form: Verse
Clampdown
It was a dirty war 
of moat 
flaying the legs in emotional outburst.

No stings.
Only mandibles will do the job of chewing
on your dark fingers. 

Flat, the taste of milk: 
a synthetic formula to eat your entrails.
The plastic nose will smell the rose.

Unbuttoned,
message will bring the fishplates 
and birthmark of violence. 

Death has a cult of contusions. 
You bleed to bones
for illuminating the street. 



Satish Verma...

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Categories: contusions, art,
Form: ABC

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