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Short Discoloration Poems

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


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: discoloration, lost love
Form: Verse



Flatlining
Shockwave of affectively laden numbness

Functioning trait through the plumes of dysfunction

Tempestuous fever in hibernation

Enclosed coffin emotions decomposing

Discoloration life's defibrillation

(Work in progress)





(Work in progress)...

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Categories: discoloration, depression, grief,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member What Was the Color Purple
What was the color purple?

was it the purple flowers 
abundant in the field
or the royal robes of Celie’s child
when the miracle is revealed

what could the color purple be
as Alice Walker’s muse
a dark discoloration, you see 
commonly called abuse

1/15/19

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Alice Walker  author of “The Color Purple”...

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Categories: discoloration, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
Misfit
Wrappings long have been trashed 
A few nics encompass some character 
Sunlight drenched a deteriorated discoloration 
But still bravely I'm standing tall

Dark eyes forlorn for affection
As time's quickly winding down
A misfit struggling for acceptance
Watching others merrily marching on

Basement bottom feelings placate
Another piece of lead has broken off
Retired metal wheels of destruction 
Soon to be lying in a cloud of dust...

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© Tim Smith  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: discoloration, fear, sorrow,
Form: Personification
What We Need
How many times should I need to lose you,
before I learn the rules of your equipoise -  I wonder.
And how many times should you need to cast me out,
before you learn to bear my unmasked sight - You may not know.
I have already figured out this discoloration, 
and, darling - it is going to kill us soon.
What we need now is to have those blades of ours again,
what we need now is to be delivered by our own Caesarean -
from this womb of pretense-fate 
and see the light of our true day....

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© Diana Bosa  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: discoloration, birth, day, fate, fear, light, love, true
Form: Free verse




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