Blood Poems
Blood
by Utkarsh Gupta
Fumes of valor,
Sins weighing all the hopes lost,
Demeanor of power,
craving for success whatever's the cost,
Deftness of a prodigy,
It carries it all,
It carries everything you believe it does,
It carries nothing!
Judged, divided, shamed upon,
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The Dirty Robe
by Carl Rex
I got a clean white robe
It was all neat and pure
God bade me show it to the globe
Keep it safe n secure
I roamed all o'er the world
Most Joyous as I was
To all my precious robe unfurled
Displayed my pride and cause
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Wording Blood : verse
by Ghairo Daniels
I word the blood that freed our land
breathing opens minds which are
partly insane
popping midnight blue on cue
splattering palms moist
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Autumn
by Mattia Tarantino
For some time now the leaves have been uncertain,
the sky doesn't sink
into their dark veins, where the tangled blood
turns down and falls.
This morning a rounding sparrow sang,
announcing the catastrophe.
dead horse surgery
by Grace McDonough
You are not the one I hate.
In fact,
I loved that blue eye--
I saw it in my sleep
I see it before me.
Your hands were not the ones I wished to escape.
They were long,
Strong,
Kind sometimes.
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Poppies
by Ghairo Daniels
Poppies
I lay in your arms on a
Vacant bed of Poppies
Watching a midnight blue sky
As ancient ferns opened curtains wide
Cathedral upon cathedral
Passed before our vision
Each belled more splendid than the next
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Magenta Blaze
by Ghairo Daniels
eyes dazed by magenta blaze
skin torn by piercing thorn
blood drop tickles zinc hole in morn
she knows her season is done
a petaling head will droop under afternoon’s Sun
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Wording Blood : verse
by Ghairo Daniels
I word the blood that freed our land
breathing opens minds which are
partly insane
popping midnight blue on cue
splattering palms moist
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Of Greed and Betrayal
by Igor Vykhovanets
The Punishing Sword and the Red Banner
The punishing sword, without red flags to wave,
No chants of young zealots, no slogans to save,
No fiery madness, no cult to ignite —
Alone, it’s a blade with no reason to fight.
Brute force alone won’t make devils the kings —
But wash out the brains of the dull and the weak,
And soon they'll be wielding their own brutal things,
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haiku : hiku 12 : crescendo
by Ghairo Daniels
haiku 12 : crescendo
beloved adorn
skin rips skin, blood spurts air pure
horn hails emptiness
hiku
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b e LOVE d
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