Wounding Poems - Poems about Wounding

...In my foolish young adult years, three good men came along, but their eyes brimmed with tears. God must of sent them, offering me love's redemption. Not realizing they were gifts to me, like my......Read the rest...

...This brisk, sunny March morning, I return from delivering my son to his adult daycare van. Upon opening The Norwich Times, I delight to read the new Center for Safe Futures "will be taking a hug......Read the rest...

...“A famous work dating from 1885 by Russian realist painter Ilya Repin, Ivan the Terrible and his son Ivan. The painting depicts Ivan the Terrible mortally wounding his son Ivan in a fit of rage, and ......Read the rest...

...In the fabric of the world, "hate" is a heavy word, and "love" – equally laden, When you lose yourself in the arc of unconditional affection, you know it's a beginning or an unexpectedly sudden end.......Read the rest...

...On my knees, I fall With raised head, I humbly call The power of the divine To help relieve my worry-laden mind And my aching, unforgiving, bleeding heart That's been pelted with sordid-woun......Read the rest...

...A poison casted in the wind leaves a scar in your heart, hard of healing, but keeping it deep inside you for long makes the air that you breath suffocating. A wounding blow on your skin lea......Read the rest...

...All day the sun hibernated in the gray clouds. In its absence, a winter wind had woven the corners of the kitchen window with tiny patterns of ice—four small frost spider webs. I stared at them, rec......Read the rest...

...Aftermath of war: onerous task... to salvage flotsam and jetsam of human wreckage amidst a sea where triage witnessed courtesy scattered corpses populating the Gaza strip more'n pound of cold......Read the rest...

...She searched for Paradise, instead, the road led her to a land of demise. A plague of pain had rolled out on this land, it had spread across, through the evil tongue. She looked around, mainl......Read the rest...

...The cut bashed from a hike in the woods , and the roll down the Hill and the wound if not washed and dressed with the proper ointment will fester and have a malodorous odor. The wounded ......Read the rest...

...Wacko mind born confused With grotesque ugly face Web of deceit her game Worshipping evil eyes Wicked soul casting spells Wordless wrathful weaver Wounding beautiful hearts......Read the rest...

...past passions passed parting present pains pleasured prolonging love's longings lowered lingering world's weight winded waiting sadness's solo silenced singing freedom forgotten feared freezing ......Read the rest...

...Why do they cry, daddy? Soldiers march – a lugubrious lullaby of detonation as their melodic grim reaper Why can’t you hear them? A myriad of white swoops through the blast wave, hidden bet......Read the rest...

...past passions passed parting present pains pleasured prolonging love's longings lowered lingering world's weight winded waiting sadness's solo silenced singing freedom forgotten feared freezing ......Read the rest...

...Aftermath Living through the deprivation of the silence and solitude of former injuries afflicted, we come to a new conception of scars in battle, they serve a purpose, reminding us that ......Read the rest...