Short Wound Poems
Short Wound Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Wound by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Wound by length and keyword.
Angels wove her dresses
pirouetting 'cross the moon
Cherubs curled her tresses
wound 'round a golden spoon
Broken love
open flesh wound
across my heart
aching love
wax heart dripping
burning across
my flesh
smoldering love
Form:
Writing loosens screws of tightly wound neurosis
into a plethora filled emporium of creatively flowing
psychosis
The words a magic salve….
for the unspoken wound
—of a thought once denied
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
Eternal wisdom
wound into the very threads
of Life's tapestry.
No human flame can burn a-
way this underlying truth.
There once was a man named Dan
Who sat with a paper fan.
He sat in the sun
and had such fun
and wound up with quite a tan.
My brain is wound,
my thinker is down,
and I am bedroom bound.
My day is done,
gone is the sun,
and I am bedroom bound.
the wound can be deep
healing you seek
make you won't die
to be told a lie
your boby
wil be reeling
to have
HURT FEELING
Jaded love, deepened wound weeps
Theater dark, actors vanish
No encore no ovation
Flowers lay dying...
wound around himself
purring to her heart's rhythm
the gray cat sleeps on
mom doesn't need a sweater
as the wind rattles the panes
Both strings
Soul wings
A strum
A hum
Both wound
Sweet sound
A pick
In sync.
18.12.2020
‘FOOTLE-me Poetry Contest’
Living is an opened wound,
paths collide,
beating beings
exterminate themselves
immolate...
Once in a while love...!
hunt doesn't know
who is tracker
always hunter thinks
however,they wants to dress of its wound
fears are zoom out from friends
If language a bullet,
the pen is my gun
Its wound self inflicted,
—the verse zero-sum
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)
If language a bullet,
the pen is my gun
Its wound self inflicted,
the verse zero-sum
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)
The wound bleeds free
—that kills the angry heart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
From My Novel ‘Falling Into The Darkness’
Grief is not a wound.
It is a door...
Hidden behind the tapestry
We spent a life weaving.
It opens...
When we can no longer lie.
The wound bleeds free
—that kills the angry heart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
From My Novel ‘Jumping Into The Darkness’
I INHALED
I inhaled
Your divine love
Oh, LORD
And every wound in
My soul
Was instantly
Healed!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
20 January 2013
I release the safety
on the grip
then take aim
and let 'er rip
when will I learn
it won't be too soon
like a bullet
words can wound
Fighting wwith just a pin,
You got wound on the skin
Rushing for a doctor
To you looks an important factor
For small ruin your din!!!!
The sharper the point,
the deeper the wound
The shorter the verse,
—the truth at high-noon
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Mother Goose and Father Time
All together had children nine.
Love ruled hers,
His were let free.
All wound up productive, happy and fine.
Despair not,
The wound is superficial
The arrow only grazing
Your death mask delayed
The pain is real
But the end,
far from us
Few lived upon that field by end of day;
they lay, with sword and shield,
sacral ground, they would not yield
lost to a wound, never healed.