Thorns Poems - Poems about Thorns

How much spit do you have to wipe off your face? How many thorns do you have to remove after every curse we attach to your name? How many times do we have to bury you, and you come back with more grace and love? Every praise we give you feels like a blade piercing...

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Date: June 17, 2025 I wandered through a bleeding dusk, the wind forgot my name. A rose was growing from the dust— I reached, and it became the fog that hums like swallowed screams. My lungs forget to breathe. I taste old blood beneath my tongue. Each petal cuts me in my sleep— what did I dare believe? Each step I took was stitched with...

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I saw a Man today as he walked the hill Tears and drops of blood did equal spill From brutally torn flesh and eyes of pain I saw a Man today my inadequate refrain I saw a Man today unjustly convicted His trial was short and clearly scripted The verdict assured without any proof I saw a Man today who spoke only...

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Tanka our love like a rose the fresh scent is in the air I want to pluck it I may get scratched doing so off the stem the rose will die Haiku red roses in bloom alive and fresh on the stem sharp thorns for defense ...

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Skulls And Thorns The darkness is cold. Hold your hand and be bold. Take me with you. Sense of touch wherever you go. From the grave to the sky. Together, I feel alive. You are beyond elegant. Stand with you in darkness. Watch the candle lights dance. You are my match. Light the sky on fire. You're the one I desire. You are mesmerizing. Fly past the horizon. A place...

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Spinning a Warrior`s Soul ...

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While walking with intrusion upon the light of morn I stumbled across a field of thorns The ghastly things were everywhere Standing erect and poised without a care The field was devoid of other weeds It seemed to go on endlessly Each bush was trimmed with precision so fine I wondered what gardener had wasted his time A path had been hewn in...

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To understand me is to walk on a path of thorns hidden beneath velvet, where the scent of roses deceives the lungs with sweet illusions, while blood silently drips into the earth that swallows untold stories. I do not wish to be deciphered; I am merely an enigma mercilessly absorbing your fragile understanding, leaving only shadows to dance on...

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A rose bush possesses the same amount of beauty as a rose. The thorns compliment its shape and give it character | | | | /\ /\ ...

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To understand me means to walk on a path of thorns in velvet, where the perfume of roses deceives the lungs with its sweetness, while blood silently flows and waters the earth beneath. I do not wish to be understood, I exist as an enigma that cannot be grasped, I am a mystery too deep for anyone's fragile understanding. I...

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Due depart and so, desire The rose does not befit the choir...

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THAT OLD CROWN OF THORNS HE WORE for ME That crown of thorns Set upon His head Needled poke, pricked, bloodshed Though the crown of thorn Was mocked Replace His Kingdom Crown Evil Humanity thought Instilled with my God So yet He's lives for me He His grace, substituted Heart and Head space O' The Crown of Thorns my...

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So you wear these thorns with pride, accepting the hand that invites you to dance, and you spin alongside your reflection, to the music of voids that sing to your tears. Because you know, this pain looks better on no one else but you, you know you have always been the perfect mannequin to display it to the...

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“there are thorns in the glass” the baby exclaims as she points, points, points to the mirror of life, yet no one listens, and she is ignored. “there are thorns in the glass” the child cries, tugging at men’s jackets, grabbing women’s hands, yet she’s pushed away and she is ignored. “there are thorns in the glass” the teen announces, protesting and marching, yelling and telling, and there is no...

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I'm afraid of these apparitions, Getting in the way of my aspirations. I know I need them here, But staying here talking is my biggest fear. What if I go nowhere? Like a flower that never blooms, Hiding and talking to the moon.. What if I never come out, Of this hole I dug for myself? But I just can't enough.. You know that I...

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