Short Wounds Poems
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Hollow eyes
Sagging skin
Wounds undressed
Ashes strewn about
his feet
A tremor
sunders his lips
that beauty of her
heal the wounds of my words
every time when the silence
is bleeding inside of me
as a unspoken poetry
wounds inflicted by unjust tongues go as deep as we allow them to!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 January 2018
My blood have no rhymes to trace,
while my wounds are on a race
when these scars have found its place
I lay without grace.
Winds cause the damage.
They say time will heal all wounds.
Rejoice in the thought!
By: Misty Leccese
© June 19, 2009
Let the murmuring rain
slice through the withering leaves,
like slender silver needles
and stitch the Earth's quiet wounds.
In the flashes, the acts...
continuous skein of days
the needle sews the tears,
love heals wounds...!
Sutures of connection,
words tightly sewn
Seaming together
—closing the unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Mere specks of dust
in this wide universe,
we will heal our wounds
if we just learn to love.
Love is the answer!
My mother’s hands
never told me they love me.
But when they touched me,
all my wounds
understood that love
needs no words.
if time heals all wounds, I have no scab and it’s been over twenty ~years
12/13/2021
Alexis Y.
Sun in green rope swing
Warms up Jasmines in the nest
Wounds of love in air
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15/12/2016
(2)
stitching open wounds with just pebbles of salt
tears hit the piece of crumbled paper
that she plans to re-write on...
Let me lick your wounds
To convey my gratitude
Your generous act,
An inimitable gift
To rescue me and my pups
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during winter
the old oak
no longer
hides
its wounds
and
scars
One red candle
burning in a lonely heart
powered by hope...
love...
can cauterize
many open wounds.
Is there a higher art
than Martial Art
To live or to die
—all wounds bleeding free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Silent flames,
scars speak through the night,
broken breath,
wild and torn—
rain and snake coil wounds unseen,
I bleed to heal me
I am quotes cut short;
Express thoughts different from
Scars of paperbacks.
I am ignored, unspoken—
Leave my wounds open for thoughts.
The wounds of life
when amended,
are patches of experiences...
that for life we contribute
enjoying or suffering
its consequences... !
Wounds are closing yet words are empty
Tears are dry but vision's blurry
Am i happy or sad? just existing.
Alive or not? just breathing!
If time heals wounds,
someone, please tell me;
Why hasn't my heart healed yet?
Alexis Y.
01/13/2021
That freedom is a fine goddess
Is a keepsake to which we Americans are wise.
Her toga conceals timeless wounds
That once perhaps were lies.
Broken promise wounds
Sting with ease of negligence
Weak and frail I plead
From the ground where you left me
Forsaking cranes fly above
howling northern winds
break bare tree limbs and branches
leaving open wounds
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Written 1-26-2016