Best Scarred Poems

Born-torn, scorned and scarred.
Baby's thrown like a bone, choked and charred.
Raised by a mother shackled to Meth,
Dismissed by a father, deserted and left.

Itching for a fix, Mom hunted a high.
Twisting white truth, entangled in lies.
Selling sob stories with emotional pleas,
She abandoned her kin with relative...

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Feigned love cut you deep,
left your heart bleeding profusely
Blood red, rose-colored stains,
drip, drip, dripping trail leading out the door ...
time to mop up this mess of a relationship
Wring all the tears into the bucket,
flush it out of the system ... get clean again
Can't let hate...

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Scarred and Blackened

In Tasmania’s rugged but scenic South West
Lies an ancient land of pristine wilderness
Protected by a World Heritage Listing
An eco-system a thousand years nesting

A land of Aboriginal spiritual dreamtime
Where rare native flora survives, like Pencil Pine
And fauna abound on the Button Grass plains
With rugged...

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The window to my soul's barred ~
I had left it open once,
but you did not tread lightly,
you stepped all over my heart 
and crushed my belief in love;
my tears made me stronger, strong 
enough to bar it again ~
now all that is left are scars.



10.20.2020

Visual...

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There she was, sad and bereft,
  weeping hard with troubled signs,
    lone, desolate she was left,
walking midst overgrown vines,

Love memories she did hold,
    reminiscing them, she’d soar,
  but that day, gloom did enfold,
as tears continued to pour,

The...

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Mirrored memories, glaring shards,
beam countless points of light, glass hard,
about my mind. I did not know,
you still could reach my soul. Love glow--
thought dead--moons, reflecting off my heart, sun scarred.


Copyright, September 1, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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Condemned to fifty lashes.
Skin split...blood flowed
from the quivering flesh.
Helpless, she suffered the pain.
Time healed the deep wounds  
leavings ugly scars on her back
a stark reminder of injustice,
shouldering the blame for being
an innocent victim of male rape.
Permanently, she carries the scars,
ugly, yet beautiful....
when compared to...

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Grief that constricts my heart,
Cages its screaming walls,
Grinding its bars roughly into its flesh…
Where they meet, blood oozes, 
Life does what it chooses,
Heart shies away from the pain of its mesh.


[unsure as to whether to continue]...

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Two tragedies made a man bitter and hard.
Life became intolerable after he was scarred.
On Christmas Day his granddaughter fell in his pool and drowned.
Because of that terrible accident, that poor girl is no longer around.

When he found her dead body, he was horrified by what...

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Hush child, wipe those tears
The demons are away
They're not after you, I promise
It's just the cold weather.

Hush child, I hear you sob
The monsters are gone
They're not after you, I promise
It's just shadows in the dark.

Hush child, I know, you're hurting
These demons and monsters are mine
It's...

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One day a Mother saved her new born daughter from a raging flame.
Holding her to her bosom,calling out Jesus name.
A Mother love is something only God understands.
The Mother wore gloves to cover her Scarred Hands.

One day when the little girl was older,
She asked her Mother...

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Beautiful Scars
At Nancy’s birthday party,
Before her friends came in,
She reminded her mom
Of the shape her hands were in.

“They’re so scarred and ugly
I don’t want my friends to see.
Cover your hands with gloves,
They’re as awful as can be.”

The girls were very happy,
It was such a joyful...

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(The Poem is about young love which ends after a one night stand. 
The villain Rain seduces and makes love to the Protagonist, Young Earth, and leaves 
her with a cold stare without even a word of Love) 


It rained that night,
the summer respite.
"Dry days...

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the streets are scarred for good and we know it
after the hits of untamed hearts
after this abstract damage of cyclic returnings

there's a window in my chest
a sight of iron garden and crystal steam
where colour of poplars recalls
moss in the living room 
and her veins in...

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CH.    His nail scarred hands shows me the way.  His nail scarred hands holds my hand.  
When I'm lost when I'm afraid.  His nail scarred hands shows me the way.

VI.     I heard Thomas didn't believe...

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