Colours
Red,
Black,
White.
Blood,
Ash,
Flesh.
Maroon,
Crimson,
Scarlet.
Shades of,
Vampiric,
Dessert.
Charred,
Burned,
Blacken.
Shades of,
Poems on the topic: blood
Poems on the topic “blood” on Poets.by.
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Blood drop
stretched
on its way to the ground
Magic Tricks
your gloved hands tugged at my waistband while
the magic hat swept me forwards,
and with that your trick began.
you placed me in a handmade box
of splinters and jagged nails;
trapped me inside with the click of a thousand locks
and finally disappeared.
but you're a master of deception,
an illusionist with no faults,
because just behind that curtain
you watched.
my hands bled.
my words blurred into a scream.
the crowd cheered
as you emerged with another copy of me.
and at the end of your waistcoat,
Splatter Paintings
i am leaking
of my own accord
to relive every fucked up moment
a hundred lifetimes over,
and to pull them in the pit with me
so the gaping abyss isn't as lonely.
Cleaved
i carved into my skin
hoping i could take their wounds on
as mine
Frostbite
he shouted my name through the crowd
eyes dark with concern
and it jutted through the air like a shard of ice
cutting my raw skin open
so blood poured from my wounds
and dotted the ground
as i shivered
No Mas
your temper breaks the heavy silence of the air as
your feet cause an earthquake.
one step closer, two steps closer...
rolled up fists, cocked and ready.
eyes bulging red with disdain.
three steps closer, four...five...
i hear the hissing sound of your harsh breaths;
the pressure builds up until i'm not sure if i'll
vomit or implode.
you're in front of me,
close enough that blinking would make me touch you.
back up, please...back up...
a rib cracks.
a bone snaps.
the blood boiling inside me, screaming to do something,
fills up my lungs and drowns me from
Bearbaiting
for entertainment
they placed you on a chain,
tight enough you could feel the metal with every breath.
pepper
shoved up your nose until it bled
when everything took too much effort.
iron pokers
ripped gaping wounds into your flesh
as your rumbling growl died down.
they reveled in the blood you spilled
while struggling to survive and
booed once the fight came to an end.
for entertainment
they baited you with cruelty and scorn
until the chain was all you'd known,
until escape was down the barrel of a shotgun.
Validation
i'll write and create and twiddle my thumbs
until they're nothing but nubs
because just like the dancer
with bloodied feet
i crave to be told self-destruction is
beautiful
The Storm of War
Rain pools around like the blood of men
Thunder screams like the cry of death
Lightning slashes like a blade on flesh
But the storm rages on, without regret
Kingdom of Blood
They said that I'd find water
But all I found was blood
The cave, a deep dark cover
From all I thought I loved
And though my heart's a fortress
The soldiers are breaking in
The soldiers I used to call friends and family
Now know that I have sinned
And like a weakened kingdom
My walls came tumbling down
And my blood ran like a river
Pooling all around
A Day I'll Never Forget
She walks across the school campus,
She crys,
Blood drips down her arm,
She wonders how no one sees her,
The school is full of people,
She doesnt notice.....
I see her,
Others see her,
I want to help her,
They want to help her,
She walks away.....
We cry for her,
We wish we could have helped her,
But its too late...
Shes gone.
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