Best Bloodies Poems

January freezes my blood
Crack the ice and split my skin
February bloodies my romance 
Let go and watch the rose pedals spin
March colors my envy
I never discovered a four leaf clover
April drenches my eyes
Suicide fog begins to haze over
May plants my flowers
White daisies for upward pushin'
June...

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suddenly the beauty fades
and the masquerade becomes a crimson deluge
somewhere out of nowhere, incoherence reveals her uglier side
the stone soup of badly timed revelation is pure poison
the rocks thrown at my routine dream bloodies the strength of the center and blockades the solidity of my...

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With bone dry eyes she studies

The shattered crystal at her feet

Seeing each tiny fragment

As a lost day in her wasted life.

She never meant to be here,

Expected implosion rather than explosion,

But sometimes things don't go as planned

and tripping through broken glass

is all there is.

 

A broom...

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fear breeds greed, and loves good grace is locked away as ignorance bloodies 
little ones, they say 'oh dear god we are the rightful ones and death to those 
who don't have our face', all the while trembling hands grasp for reason where 
there is none;...

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(Post war in Sri Lanka, connecting the North and South of Batticaloa  road, the bridge was constructed to replace the old Kalladi Bridge that was built by the British 70 years ago.)

In sounds of heavy weapons 
And shot notices vibrated
Gods and Brahmas 
Gradually praised
Heart...

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Trip to the movies to see ship submerged,
Teasing and torment has been Friday's fare.
First an argument o’er who's to go first,
and not-so-nice nephew pulls brother’s hair.

In revenge, the other bloodies an arm;
loud wailing ensues from crocodile eyes.
It’s time to go home now, they’ve lost their...

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Rolling the punches
Using my hunches
Duck and dive
Trying to survive
Bombardment of blows
Bloodies my nose
Waiting for the bell
10 seconds from hell
Hit the mat
No more combat
There goes the bell
Saved from hell...

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To be read in the voice of Thurston Howell, III
from "Gilligan's Island"

At the club
we drop Poetrysoup
premium memberships
like names
on a social calendar
Binky and Nadine
drink more Bloodies
than I have had tees
on the fairway
Their mansion
rages rococo
For minimalists
they really
are too much



6/1/17...

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What will happen when the moon blocks the sun?
Will humanity come as one
Or will nature take it’s course?
Will we all stand as equals,
Or will one nation triumph under God?
What will happen after the hour strikes?
Maybe the world will witness and
be a part of war, sickness,...

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Myth of the peculiar pelican
Whose bill bloodies its feathery breast
Feeding blood to the chicks in its nest
Ancient acts ever evangelic
Sole sacrifice for the pelican
Whose beak speaks more than a relic can






36 Words  6 Lines  Light Verse
Pelicans appear in Christian iconography
as symbols to verify...

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*SECOND AND THIRD POSTED SEPARATELY* This is not quite a poem but is 100% truthful. i frantically wrote all of this on my phone hidden behind closed doors. It does not rhyme, but it certainly comes from the soul, which might indeed make it count...

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bruises & cigarette burns
a world full of violence
seen with youthful eyes
near the beginning of a life
learning the ropes &
watching how the abuser
gets away with the abuse
learning how the abuser
bent on self-destruction &
the destruction of others
finds their way around a life of
subtle self-hatred, where finding any...

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everyday bloodies the banks 
washing away the good soil
fewer flowers and shoots of grass
pushing everything
decades back...
trapped on a shrinking cay  
everything loved or lusted has died or blown away,,,

remember the picnics,
plaid sleeves covering bloated arms
a blitz of children
cheap drink
burnt meat(nobody complained)
quiet crushing music
drunks nibbling...

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Come post presidential election 2024... 

heil to the Wharton chief firebrand -
more worrisome than an ovarian cyst
every race, religion, nationality, 
gender, creed, et cetera with impunity dissed
brigand able, eager, ready and willing
to punch contenders throwing his fist
against rival – one nasty and brutish soul
after reading,...

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Steps on mud, a stalking thread,
Red strings wind through dying groves
Where life needs time, to find footing,
Red strings halt hands in greed which hold
The axe of ignorance, the axe which bleeds
A people in flight from homes bulldozed
For one brute mine more, to feed empire
Which jangles...

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