Short Hemorrhage Poems
Short Hemorrhage Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hemorrhage by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hemorrhage by length and keyword.
ebola
condemned, invisible
frightening, menacing, terrifying
hope is seeing light in the darkness
hemorrhage
This Poetry bleeds from my brain
('Tis only a scratch; no more the worse)
And I write, just to ease the pain
(My Mind: it aches; it burns; it hurts)
Ten million people
killed by machete
The Congo a hemorrhage
of human despair
Ten million people
whose carcasses rotting
In jungles of torment
— and life’s disrepair
(The New Room: September, 2025)
Blood upon the keyboards
harmonicas in flight
Chasing notes across the score
horns that greet the night
Eighty eight’s to hemorrhage
reeds that bend and break
Music dying then reborn
—trumpeting our fate
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
Rapier
slender,
steely, swiftly
plunged deeply
where no one had touched, to its hilt you thrust,
embedded...
and then,
silently,
without a whisper,
finishing the deed,
withdrew the dripping blade
And left me to hemorrhage
our tourniquet friends to mend
Battling the page,
Writers block at the brink.
Assassinated words,
Hemorrhage colored ink.
Rivers of ink flow,
From a massacre of words.
Stanzas of pain, grace the page,
Like of flock of olden birds.
Ballpoint swords strike:
In written catastrophe.
A stained battlefield resides,
With bloody poetry.
Falsehood masks your brittle pride
from sight, distant yet once
the dust is settled anew
upon your shoes and empty heart,
as sunset bleeds away to follow me,
you will wonder if
the crimson streaks
across the sky are mine
and those black intentions
grip a male's vein to hemorrhage
on your double-face.
Raping the sky of its luster,
a new darkness began to imbue
Draining the ocean—taking its salt,
a pillar for Edith renewed
Shearing the top off the mountain,
its crater to hemorrhage and bleed
Stealing the promise from every hope
all faith left to weather—unfreed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)
VIOLENCE
Eye wrinkle it began
To begat disparage
And yet Tysoning
Shoot again begotten
Hemorrhage is brings
Shelling and uphill
We export oil
Yet importing mortars
Listen to the melancholy
Of motherless mothers
That of fatherless children
And of groaning men
If we must mêlée
Let’s fight for peace
A sword slices through empty space,
the air bleeding as sutures trace
To pierce not once but pierce again,
your breath scarlet, its stain portends
A breeze sharpens—all time erupts,
seasons hemorrhage and flow corrupt
The wind incited—torn by pain,
truth the loser, impaled again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
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Break the chains you fiend, the beast who intoxicates,
Drain my luscious blood with your violent excoriation,
Find utmost drunkenness killing my acute psyche,
Hemorrhage my destituted soul into fornication,
My savage brut, devour me for your consecration.
Written: October 31, 2015
Laura Urbaniak
Fraud and deception of the affluent eyes
Toss my purpose aside and let me hemorrhage humiliation
Drops of unappreciative pain plaster and soil black
Cackles to hide my mammoth of hurt
Echo through a maze of sovereigns and numeric cipher
I’m a non-significant member of manuscript
An unknown, a recluse, a bother
Gauche trials of loss and fray
Matter to none who play the game
Yet in our tightly packed world
The Joker is always included.
Tangled in a dance almost tribal,
knotted and weaved within you, my rival.
Convinced and contrived I hold my stature,
pushing me further, my soul you fracture.
Drawing me close, your hatred barbaric,
our syllable sonnet-song remains forever generic.
Pushing you away, my words an explosion,
any hope of reconciliation, melts away like erosion.
Memories of you, a brain hemorrhage of reminisce,
until all that I am left is your empty black abyss.
Above bleak pastures,
A cobalt coliseum:
Warriors are unleashed.
·
Aggressive brave clouds,
Battle for the dominance:
Vanquishment is vague.
·
Conquest of power,
Clash of divine elements:
Battle in the sky.
·
Sun and clouds collide,
On a battlefield landscape:
The land prays for reign.
·
The golden swords pierce,
As injured clouds hemorrhage:
Pelting the pastures.
·
With sharp swords of light.
The golden gladiator:
Obtains victory.