Scarring Poems - Poems about Scarring

...The very abridged version recounting untold tragicomic storied life of Matthew Scott Harris I led a boring life. The end. All joking aside, now the epilogue. As a bookish fellow born Januar......

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...The old sorcerer was teaching his apprentice a lesson about the moon, but as usual the subject drifted, this time, to witches. “How would I know a witch if I saw one?” The apprentice asked. “It’s ......

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...My Father’s Hand! My father left me when I was a baby and all that remained of him… was his hand! The hand that edged its way into the last photo he took of me! As I grew, I used to study tha......

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...It hits fast with no trace No warning…no face Slips in slick and sips blood quick Steals breath and whispers death It chokes and grinds Claws deep and rewires minds No mercy…no pause Just r......

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... I call out your name from hilltops and lofty mounts. But I get no response, not even an echo return. Once our laughter pulsated through crannies and crevices And along seastrands wi......

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...Enraged raw and spitting Love warped beyond identity Ten fingers ready to in-dulge Sick offerings real men can't abide Scarring rosette flesh once, always Memories etched eternal Blasp......

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... Nothing is like water, when water's alone — Memories go out to sea, swam there unglued; The seashells on beach cease not spend away home. When the sky's kiss on water beneath us skews, The scar......

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...Shãnta On th' night that I saw her... Darkness had been shunned into day She turn'd 'round eyes bright enlighten'd... "Oh, my gosh...Randall, you're here! I can hardly believe it! How are you o......

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... Written: January 22, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann Quote: “In the dynamic world society which is the objective of the United Nations, all peoples must have eq......

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...all is well, all is well we are in ineffable peace in tranquil, time stretched stillness then an ego ripple surreptitiously arises scarring the very fabric of our soul watch all thoughts oh her......

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... is indigo the color of the monsoon in the fiery chill of winter that burns melting your resolve in viole(n)t lightning surging like veins in a cloud bleeding the land and scarring the ......

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...Consciousness evolves as it flows along the cycle of existence feeling lost, looking for a place where it does belong but in this search heart pays a heavy cost. Fleeting is joy and lingering ......

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...How still is our stillness, if thoughts forms yet intrude, such ripples scarring soul, so little wonder then, our presence feels not whole? How still is our stillness, if as yet we don’t know......

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...Petals Of Pain For the rose who once stood tall, bright colourful with petals in her prime. The attachment of the thorn that settled itself upon her, its true ugliness to be revealed through time. ......

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...How still is our stillness if thoughts yet intrude, scarring the sanctity of heart’s sacred space, where crude ego cravings are considered rude, since they interfere with outpouring of grace? The......

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