Bloodletting Poems - Poems about Bloodletting

Real poets don’t make lasting friends they shun fraternity Their truth like gritty sandpaper abrasive when intoned The reader may be gratified with what the words uncover More likely though the pain involved — will cut them to the bone (Dreamsleep: February, 2024) ...

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Denying us a reply Does many faults imply: That you do wrong routes ply And don’t knowledge supply… Is it about bundles He lazily trundles: Appointments he had missed But remorselessly hissed? Was it that he had fought And more Bloodletting sought Or the way he chuckles While watching Who Suckles? Starve me you do response And self in chair ensconce; On words playing for puns… Like Gone Simon...

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Who believe to be alive, on this earth after death. Who crave fame, Rial or crown, hard to be a savior of mankind. Decisive fatwa from best findings, Grand Ayatollah blackclothed. Mourning in the morning, a lot of verses are amusing....

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What he did to simple Mark With a sword Left him with a complex mark In a ward … Endless cries of “Oh! My lord “ “I’ve broken somebody’s spinal cord.” Before then, parading a rifle4 But from his Dad getting eyeful, Who would a begged laughter stifle As blood-letting isn’t a trifle....

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She is cutting again... The stainless steel razor is hope pressed against her skin She wants to stop but the pain eludes the truth. she will try to stray from the mutilation but the disease will call again until she reaches for the reflective bliss She digs it into her skin focusing on the discolored flesh reality begins to slip away and she is...

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