Short Gash Poems
Short Gash Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Gash by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Gash by length and keyword.
Car crash train wreck tragedy
far has pain trekked after me
scar gash stain trick catastrophe
discard mash drain reject strategy
a searing gash
the world still lives through
Sep.11~
as phoenix proudly rises
from ashes, life resurrects.
The Squirrel climbed a tree in a dash
While climbing he got a big gash
He went to the store
In through the door
But soon found he forgot his cash
Trump Called Them Trash
Trump has always been very brash,
Calling the poor a bunch of trash;
Realized,
Criticized;
Cutting deep and creating big gash.
Jim Horn
In slip of night
In life
Who made this money of fake
This paper fraud
In hand of greedy
Shining gold
When i grab it
Ash in gown
And gold is gone
Oh gash
A groan
Form:
Cut the cancer,
Lance the boil,
Oil the rash,
Gash the unnatural growths
Inside your soul.
And splash on sentiment, afterward:
Cheap antiseptic, but it won’t sting.
Like a spear
Perambulating through flesh
Leaving a tear
Incessantly so fresh
Is fear
Like a macrophage
Nursing your gash
Pouncing bacteria in a phage
Rigorously in a flash
Is hope
A bruise.
A drop of blood.
Fallen as a child.
Beaten as a woman.
A mind so darkened.
A broken emotional state.
Molested as a child.
Raped as a woman.
A gash.
A scar.
Cutting as a mere child.
Screaming now as a woman.
Form:
Here words dash
In swift flash
Where odd gash
Frames quick clash
In sure spot
Mind moves lot
As fond thought
Treks like dots
Buoyant feel
Now greets thrill
As set will
Binds rare grill
Leon Enriquez
31 July 2017
Singapore
How I feel
Can time heal?
No one knows
How hurts grow
Sad tear drops
Will pain stop?
From deep down
Gall frames frown
Feel blunt cuts
In vain rut
A deep gash
On sore flesh
Pain cuts deep
Hurts now weep
Leon Enriquez
24 July 2017
Singapore
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Wrapped in woe
Here is a gash to sow
Pierced by bow
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Struck in woe
Here is a boat to row
Sunk by blow
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Scorched in woe
Here's a soul to mend
Seared by woe
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Slashed by woe
Here is a wound to sow
Bruised by woe...
Tears
All there is, is tears
The pain claws at my insides
Ripping out my hope with each gash
Each wracking breath
Brings another wave of sickness
And the blood
The pools and pools of blood
And then I know it is done
My child is gone
I am once again barren
Left with nothing
All there is, is tears
Tears
If like a sponge she acquired the ability
To ingest the amour that I have for her
The possibilities of establishing a new religion
Lie concrete and sound as the images
Of her body and mine as one
If ever a chance arose to fix a woman
She’d be just the gash to mend
And the scriptures would be her satin skin
In a race
There I ride
I took a turn
And cost a life
With a gash in my head
I ran to the other car
Inside were two men
One I recognized
I pressed my face on the shattered glass
And found my father, whose life just passed
A rush of guilt
Killed my mind
But not as much
As I ended my father's life.
Through a lightning's gash
By a war-like clash
Nigh blinded! Oh the bedlam!
Then the expulsion
Of something, yond the realms of
Washed up repulsion!
With its dragon's wings
And its bellowings
What flew down our street; over
Rooftops; yours, mine.
Great fear, formed a storm from out.
Greatest accursed sign.
My face is sunburned crimson, the skin
on my forearms is peeling off, bruises
appear on my biceps, a red gash
gashes across the front of my shoulder, my calves
tighten, my thumb joint
makes it painful to write, I can’t really explain
what’s wrong with the side of my neck
but my heart feels good
for the first time
in twelve days.
As I walk this long road of
regret.
My heart shakes, I seek to surly
Forget.
Your evil words offend,they
Kill my soul.
Hateful, you bring real
bitterness and flecks of cold.
While I struggle with your
abuse,I I sometimes wonder
what is the use?
Your words gash and swim inside
My heart.
I must face my reality, we need
to part.
Fleeting bright orbs appear on camera phone
Gasps of surprise within party zone
Prompted one more photo flash
Scared few made a dash
Hearing vase
Smash!
Lampshade sways
Apparent loud crash
Discover on arm, red gash
Seeming from ceiling an object thrown
Fleeting bright orbs appear on camera phone
Suggested type: numero uno
. for public domain
Let Love flow as freely as the lash.
As Justice calls measure for measure,
thus we salt the wound we gash.
Love practiced often, gains in measure,
as all the fine skills within our grasp
enrich e'vry soul's treasure.
So shackle the thief as so we must,
but lovingly, for without such skill
we are just lifeless dust.
I’m fine!!
No really…
Just fine!
No worries…
Go ahead
Just walk away…
See, I’m smiling
Sorry,
What’s that you said?
There is a pooling of red
Underneath my blouse?
Oh this?
It's nothing
It’s just
The blood trickling down
From the gash in my heart
That your words just made
A minute ago
Nothing really…
I’m fine!
Just walk on by!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I love a man who’s rash
and who carries lots of cash.
If he has a little flash
that only adds to his panache.
I dug into my stash
to provide a birthday bash
for my caballero with his sash
who really made a splash.
My dreams have turned to ash
when my lover made a dash
and took off with my antique Nash.
My heart can’t survive the gash.
A twist of fate with slashing blade
In this my heart's deep gash...
Watching her from across the way
Making love, to another girl; passion
Then ripped these dreams apart
Their beauty as hers, melting amid
Scorching flames she cried I wept
While cold the blood, did turn red...
Marble marked but now its gone; tears
Wiped away this love; aside a flower bed.
So this our time
Our time to know the unknowable
But time stopped
with this dagger to the heart
delivered from a stranger's lips
How long knowing takes
with numbed minds
and shattered thoughts
You tore a gash in time
stranding us in pain
you exchanged for your own
Future unreachable
Past unchangeable
when
on the breath of a balloon
you gave your life away
The auspicious death
in moonless night.
Anxiety meets the ultimate.
What was left now
to cultivate the kiss
of unknown. Everything
has been spread on the bed.
The knife, the heart and
the parting lips.
The purity was at stake.
Spiteful and maligned, you
tear off the tender drape.
The black silence
descends in the gash of the
memory. A white marble bleeds.
Satish Verma
Oh, if the Heavens were to gash open,
And the angels therein fall out trumpeting,
And if the hells were to exude out to the earth
Its foul breathe and evil sneeze,
And if Man were to be exposed to the very heart of Heavens
And to the iniquity of hell-
And if it was trumpeted Judgment Day,
Man will then defect and by his wit
That heart of the former will he pluck
And fortify the latter with the lock.