Wound Poems - Poems about Wound

Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com>syllable_counter "Time is the wisest counsellor of all.” Pericles ************************************************************** Time Heals Heartbroken Souls ...

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Your words, a double-edged sword, Sometimes pierce like an arrow's chord, Other times, they surface like a wound, Leaving scars that forever resound. Every step, like shifting sands, I walked, veiled, with heart in hands, Through your streets, where complaints did turn, To hatred's form, and love did burn. The whispers of our home's demise, Scattered like leaves, with fading sighs, I doubt your words,...

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Like a storm trapped in her chest she moved in circles footsteps restless heart pounding louder than thought. She had lived inside a lie vowed to love through anything clung to promises already crumbling made peace with pain to feel something. When dawn rose, it lit the truth the smiles were masks the kisses rehearsed, and yet, she stayed not for love, but for the hope...

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I wonder what I'd be like if you had loved me As a mother myself, a friend, and spouse If your love had stretched like branches of a tree But I still keep your picture at the entrance of my house She's the Samantha before you had to take life by the handles The Samantha before you were consumed,...

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The scab is gone The scar not quite so vivid No more clawing to relive the pain No more needing to feel again The wound is nearly healed Through delicate care And careful protection And through considerations plenty The urge to reopen To feel the blood flow Has been replaced by a desire to heal Yet I can't protect it forever Rmeinders of you are everywhere They...

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The wound is fresh The pain so raw Seems like it will never heal As I cling to the thought Of what might have been As healing starts Panic replaces pain Scrambling to pick the scab To feel the blood flow The wound is fresh again It keeps trying to heal But I'm afraid to forget To let go of the hurt I need it...

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—it’s the black boil on bursting, boiling ribs— on my midleft chest, brewing bungled churns, [tighteningmybreath], again, again, it yearns, it begs*, “just one (just two) more (well-earned) rub(s)!” —giving in, it’s just picking at the scabs— first brief relief( ):the itch at once returns as soon’s the finger’s left the welt; it burns and gnaws...

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A decade wearing you like a cast And all I have to show Is that no one ever taught me to be a friend...

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I hold my heart in my hand carved out off my chest with a machete, My bleeding heart still beats! ...

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3/2/35 03:19 I glorify men Placing them high on a pedestal Where my father fell short The bar is in hell And the bare minimum are the crumbs I live off Satiated from nothing and empty promises An illusion of fullness As I see myself in half As I saw myself in half As I stand here with a...

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How many heartbreaking wounds, Though it may not be visible on the outside. one day the wound should be opened, Otherwise, the pus all over the body will spread. The “orphanage” is what the pus implies, It silently torments my heart within. Seeing the children with smiles in their eyes, ...

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Taken away at birth... Damaged to human touch... So I don't like to feel much... Me and my primordial wound. I have a hole in my chest... one that food, sex and drugs cannot sate... so please don't embrace me unless you can relate... to me and my primordial wound! You say you don't see color... but to you I'm still just another... and you...

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Sticks and stones may break bones, but words can wound much deeper words from someone you love can cut deeper than any others words like toxic and disfunctional can cut as painfully as razor wire However, love is special, in that it can also heal those wounds that are inflicted, if forgiveness is sought but until then, the wound will fester if you let it,...

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I might raise both of my eyebrows. Even though I just walked away after comments others make. We crash on each other yet again, I mean, since when have we not? But asking, if something is going on between our too, just left me ashamed with full of regrets, that I even started. Started knowing how the blood would...

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When we heal a wound, we think we have healed life... however,...

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