Short Wounded Poems
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Shadows
Leading nowhere
Reflected in a mirror
Intricate shards in wooden frame
Splinters
02 February 2020
Sometimes you meet special people ~ an encouragement to the wounded soul
18.04.2016
A-L Andresen :)
I will wounded you
Start running because i'm here
I will take your life
You won't sense any soreness
Until you discontinue
My heart warned me
‘’I am so tired
As a slave I worked
Without rest till now
But you beat and wounded me
I will die soon’’
Form:
With gentlest care
as cool mountain air,
she heals the wounded
scars of why I am.
Mother's whisper,
soul's soothing balm.
The Moon Crestfallen
Over A Wounded Sea
Of
Every
Sorrow's
Rain.
Uncontained.
-Gray Squirrel
10-01-2025
if time heals all wounds, I have no scab and it’s been over twenty ~years
12/13/2021
Alexis Y.
Countless nights of love
She just can't understand why
Countless nights of pain
By: Misty Leccese
© June 23, 2009
Eternal figure
Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Holy Trinity
I recognize no other
As key to my forever
For Words Wounded contest
poor wounded child -
they did something bad to you
and it caused you pain
but you let them have your life
so - now - who is it you hate?
Nature the suture
that palpably stitches
the wounded souls...
P.S This is the title of my poetry book published on Amazon Kindle...
Its foundation built on sacrifice
maintained by the strength of belief
wounded by separatism
healed by patriotism
destroyed by disunion
Give and take
barbs
then retreat
to wounded silence
licking our lacerations
before picking up
where we left off
with the razor wires.
Eyes glisten heartless;
These days I think whispers fade,
In my heart wounded.
Lost memories lay down now;
A blown kiss lost in silence...
wounded knee-
take a knee-
knee to the neck-
I can't breathe
knee to the heartbeat of society
now nobody can breathe-
because of a knee.
Gunfire wounded
temple time passes by
fleeing dominance, anger,
lovers linger lost
freedom glorified, homage;
saffron incense calls prayer.
Time is a sick patient
Wounded and broken
From the battle scares of history
Sitting in this wheel chair
Unable to follow
The path of the sun
Meditate on 'Him'
helpless wounded broken hearts
only true healer
The body lies without movement.
One called police. Man might be wounded.
The cellphone rings and man wakes up.
My uncle Bob just took a nap ;-D
Of broken wishes,
like twisted, cracked twigs once green,
we speak in whispers
hoping to graft them to limbs
gently taped, repaired, to bloom.
, Sorrowful nature,
The wounded ,wise, green sun,
Wrath etched in the sky.
A soldier,
wounded in wartime,
comes back home,
no welcome,
post traumatic disorder ~
life is living hell.
wind blows dry at night,
wishing you're here by my side,
blaze this wounded heart.
pack clan were all together
preying on the wounded
red beady eyes
fangs of sharpness
a beautiful coat
helps me the most
stay warm in the winter
Tanka 8
your dark eyes... your lips
are just barely visible
despite the darkness
as veiled as they are exposed
tender... and perhaps wounded