Wounds Poems - Poems about Wounds

Like birds flying high over the world, Words of love never unheard. Loud voices echo through different phases, No mistakes.., Just choices in these mazes. Walking threads, edge tight like a judge, Told me, “Be strong. Don’t budge.” They speak of light at tunnel's end, But what about the road we defend? The morals we bend, The lives we...

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This poem speaks for voices smothered by silence and those who returned home to find safety was another room for disbelief. They were climbing stairs—she and her brother, bags rustling with homework and hunger. A man on first floor leaned on the rail, with stinky eyes and a grin too stale. He said something foreign—they did not reply, just quickened their...

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In Ankara and Moscow, the ground is crimson red ~ a carpet spread on fields once green. Life’s fluid, like red gold, flows as scarlet runoffs into Ottoman rivers – lifestreams of Rossiyane and Turks spilled from their inner oceans. Their bones ~ lifeless as strings of dead fish, litter seas once full of life. The tears of fatherless children fill the Black Sea, their futures...

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Wounds, like windows, when opened, let in light and the breath of something new. But it takes courage to unlatch what pain has sealed shut. We board them up, plaster the cracks, pretend the draft isn't there— but silence has a smell, and you can only hold your breath for so long. Sometimes, healing sounds like wind whistling through what broke— a quiet reminder that damage doesn’t mean...

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I do not know if I fear you, thank you, or hate you for hanging round. I fear I'd been somebody else who stands on solid ground. I thank you, cause you made me this, but I hate the reasons why. I fear it might just free my soul when you finally say goodbye. I hate you...

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My darkest needs never beg forgiveness— they crave a mirror. One that fogs with your touch, not your abandon. ...

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Pain refines, but grace restores. This is the whisper of strength. There are days when the world feels heavy, when the echoes of yesterday press against the walls of today. You walk forward, yet the past lingers like a shadow . . . a silent presence reminding you where you’ve been. But hear this: You are not bound by...

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Wounds once buried beneath soft steps, now echo through me, stone by stone undone. Contest: Crystalline Poetry Contest Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Date: June 14, 2025...

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I sort the silence and the sighs, The dreams lost in old goodbyes, They fill the drawers of my days, And leave wind blowing through my haze. I keep the pain I never voiced, The hopes that died without a choice, Pages linger in my spellbound book, But it’s all the same, since you never looked. Just a museum of wounds, Of loves that...

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I have moved on all the continents Continents, heaven and hell to experience Experience of happiness and sadness Sadness of all colors because of leaders’ carelessness Carelessness breeds evils because of lies Lies breaking peace to prompt armed conflicts Armed conflicts causing wounds to people People are wounded in hearts as women endure rape Rape sending children, men and women into...

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Doubt is like duct tape so rip it off, never mind paper cuts and red welts. You toppled off your bike as a kid, always stood up again and rode on. Never mind paper cuts and red welts, wounds heal slowly as time passes by. Always stood up again and rode on. Why would you quit? You are...

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Naked are the bones so hallow crowned around my soul Give heed unto the wounds Ive sewn I'll mend me back to whole Though broken I'll remain to pave the path that is my sound My roots undone thine will be one hallowed by thy ground Victory unspoken I'm forever bound to never Bones bare and shown yet never known My chaos is forever...

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I didn’t see the blast-- just felt it after, in the hush of your retreat. No scars to stitch, just words lodged in soft tissue. They ache when it rains. You said, "It's not like I hit you,” but silence detonates too. It tears in quiet, spreads slow as bruising thoughts. Now I walk crooked, smile with hesitation, and check every room for the pieces I’ve left behind....

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Fifty years burned into the marrow of my bones, A life stitched together with fire and fate. Mi Vida Loca, a symphony of scars and rebellion, I have walked through storms that swallowed souls, Witnessed horrors I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy, Yet here I stand, whole—unbroken, unbeaten, ...

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Wednesday, 2024.05.01 By May, 3 months passed, We enjoyed three day trips to the nature. We respected and polite towards each other. Somehow I started developing feelings for you. I knew from the beginning, Our relationship could not be further than this. I came up with an idea, By not going to your 2nd home. I stayed away to create some spaces, Like "Out of...

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