Blood Poems

Blood poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of blood poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on blood are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Flesh and Blood and Feelings

Flesh and Blood and Feelings long poem

I am flesh and blood and feelings Amongst other things.. But I am first and most importantly flesh.. skin, bones, muscles, blemishes, pimples, scars freckles, moles, and dry skin and blood – running through my veins, gushing out of scraped

Blood Moons

Blood Moons short poem

Thought that love was Sunshine and laughter Songs, blood moons and abrading stones Half-whispered words In the dusk of the Jacaranda tree. Thought that love was A magic mushroom of tenderness The daydream of a touch and The aberrancy of

It’s Not Blood That Matters

Its Not Blood That Matters sonnet poems

You are tall, intelligent, one of a kind woman I know. A caring, humble, straightforward kind of girl, befriended by all. Never did I realize that time introduced me to your world. And that’s how our friendship started without lies,

Blood On The Floor

Blood On The Floor short poem

Well my mother might be almost sixty But she’s still one damn good-looking Woman, inside and out she’s has such A kind heart and her feelings run deeper Than any ocean can and such a beautiful Beautiful woman who could

Roses, The Beauty And The Blood

Roses, The Beauty And The Blood prose poem

Nearly four years ago, we sold our home where we had lived for nearly fifteens years. That was long enough to grow a nice garden of all kinds of flowers, including roses. Unfortunately, I was saddened that we could not

Blood Brothers

Blood Brothers long poem

We were the best of friends All summer long and through the fall and winter Cruising through the worlds we knew On beat-up bikes in faded jeans and sneakers Weaving in and out of high adventure Knee deep in grassy

Blood Moon

Blood Moon short poem

Blood moon, O, sun-halogenated bulb! Sublunary loons swear and swoon Your red blushes flood The late twilit noon In hot menstrual flushes of blood! But blood moon! In your earth-orbited race I think you run out of skied space Much

Blood Red

Blood Red short poem

Betrayals from long-ago, Resurfaced when I saw you. Though time had past, The wounds still bleed. As if the damage, Was done yesterday! No apologies ever flowed, From your evil lips. Sympathy was never implied, All I could see was

Blood Rain An Impoverished Flame

Blood Rain An Impoverished Flame sonnet poems

Instant in second thought would we peer morely impoverished flame would we adhere lonely would we let love persevere or love in lost love in those disappear into a pleasance our one love so near an impoverished flame of our heart so sincere pleasance from love we once sought in

Rivers Of Blood

Rivers Of Blood short poem

The more times passes The more things remain unchanged The worse the hurt festers More miserable the loneliness I stand alone A bare tree in a ravaged desert plain Fleeting images of rain raising hope But in the end only

Wish In The Blood

Wish In The Blood short poem

For the precious ones pride in the head flesh in a skull wish in the blood a curly swag a diamond scud a cunning smile I wish and will to compromise my recon time plan perceptional introversy mental controversy united

Blood Line

Blood Line short poem

Lack of knowledge the way he was born. Raised in hell before falling the well. He met a girl oh, she was his world. But, he let her go through the low Unintentionally threw- away he goes Sad to think

Blue Blood Moutain

Blue Blood Moutain prose poem

The warning had been written centuries before Hearts had not listened nor the story fully heeded. since members of my family decided from one generation to the next passed this vision. Yellow streams of blood red lighting flew down like

Blood Was On Sheet

Blood Was On Sheet short poem

Was it necessary to see, what you wanted me to see, when I was keeping open my wound to hear the unheard scream? What was that which was getting in air? A little disjointed time, asking peace for the land,

Red Blood Love

Red Blood Love short poem

Her heart was all putty beating against his Red Blood Love. The coming and going of his visits were only at night His heart really did love her but just could not show it. His emotions had been fractured and

Blood

Blood short poem

I am aware Blood is Red I am knowledgeable that Blood flows through the veins in side the body I know the colour of the blood in all living species is Red Oxygen purifies Blood Pure Blood is Good for

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A Legacy Of Love

A Legacy Of Love short poem

A black rose blossomed in the snow forlorn it stood freezing in bitter cold alone and pining for a loving touch.. love went to pluck it and take it home to adorn a crystal flower vase the sly thorn pricked

Racism

Racism long poem

Why should the black be discriminated ? whether your blood be high land or low, whether your skin be black or white as the snow, Of reason there’s none, and why should there be As long as there’s fire in

War Or Homicide?

War Or Homicide? short poem

Why? we kill, without mercy or regret yet we are still somehow human with every strike of the blade, every pull of the trigger every scream uttered every drop of blood spilled soldiers thought of as heroes but nothing more

Memento Mori

Memento Mori long poem

Here rests an anonymous Memory, In the pall of shadows of a wintery night, Half-cold and slither Lone keys jingled in my jacket pocket, And black caps to disguise my fear streaked silhouette, In the pall of shadows of a

Blast

Blast short poem

In a pool of blood a face swims. Under the boulders there is a muffled scream. Your private god was not there. The space is littered with death-snacks. Births a bloom of limbs, stained shirts, twisted wheels. Dam of tears

Another Stroke

Another Stroke short poem

On the hay stack lies my body brought from the shooting range. Brain dead, I exit, to watch the blood drenched earth. Foot prints of eternity. Window is shut. No light enters. In tiers, the cadavers are lying in a

No More Carnage -manchester Bomb Blast

No More Carnage  manchester Bomb Blast short poem

An attack with hatred and ferocity killed many people, how disdainful blind eyes with no sign of fraternity killed outright teenagers, how painful Parents who lost their children shed tears of blood in mournful an act against the faith of

Outsider

Outsider short poem

Nothing to look forward I return my gifts today. Completely denuded I will spread out in emptiness. I was nowhere in the circle of untruths, the pain was slipping inside and self-denial took its toll. Nomad in exile for the

Poems containing references to : Blood

Ego

Ego short poem

I was on top of the ‘world’, When I was promoted to the rank of the ‘director’. I got a very hefty salary hike, Which was such a ‘delight I felt I am the ‘greatest’, Whom I thought none can

Innocence Of Those Eyes

Innocence Of Those Eyes short poem

Innocence of those eyes Innocence of those eyes, will never disguise , their dreams will fill their blood, with joyous thoughts, and gifts that love has brought innocence of a child is a blessing, which makes him see the beauty

Farmer’s Tale

Farmers Tale long poem

Tilling the Piece of land of his own had a Telling effect on his family as the life they lived was full of happiness and Peace Day and night of sweat and blood that he toiled seemed to him like

Love is a strange thing

Love is a strange thing short poem

Love is a strange thing, lies coiled up like a snake, its fangs to sink, it’s a beast that lies dormant, benign in its demeanor, first blood to draw, for years I have wandered, with just the feel of its

On Cowards And The ‘ice’

On Cowards And The ice short poem

I was happy communicating with them I was happy unknowingly indulging in their own game Happy on being appreciated Happy on being accoladed Felt each of them close to my heart Sharing things mutually though being miles apart In for

In Love With Pain

In Love With Pain short poem

Pain intrigues a mystery The endurance of perseverance Tingling through every cell With a vengeance to conquer The mind and heart. Sweet is the pain That makes you feel alive Crimson red with scars Like a zipped pouch Oozing with

For, I Will Hate You To Death

For, I Will Hate You To Death short poem

I have this strong dislike towards you For the reasons known to me You do not fall in my like list For, I hate you to death Whatever you do, I am not convinced My dislike and hatred stands above

Truly Yours

Truly Yours short poem

This is the day that I lost you that date Seasons keep repeating, years keep rolling But your memory ceases to erase even to this day When every drop of my blood is mingled in your thoughts When your memory

The Colour Red

The Colour Red short poem

Bright, mesmerizing, enchanting, Be it a bride’s dress,a lover’s heart or a lonely flower. Blazing beautifully everywhere, the color red you are. The day I was born Swapping down the uterus wall of my mother’s womb. You were the one

Night

Night short poem

Darkness.. my cigarette end glows like a blood shot eye the mud wasp chirps the house rat scuttle by the shrill “Ge-ecko” of Geckos… a dog perched on its hind limbs sends out unpleasant vibrations picked up by its mate

A Tale Of Forgiveness

A Tale Of Forgiveness long poem

She judged her every step Her crumbled wrinkles and grey hair A story of a granddaughter and grandmother Her parents always sent her to her house The old shadowy house with a glittering stream grass to the knees and smell

From a woman’s heart

From a womans heart short poem

You don’t know how she misses you Thinks of you and feels you You are a man, you would not understand A woman’s heart, her pain and agony You know to woo, to wean away her heart Away from her,

Black Lives Matter – A Four Part Tragedy

Black Lives Matter   A Four Part Tragedy short poem

I. If all lives mattered, then Black lives would matter. And blood on a street in Ferguson, MO would not have been splattered; And a body would not have lay there unattended for four and a half hours after. II.

To Be Lost

To Be Lost ballad

To be lost in a world of crying confusion; bewilderment, fear and drug induced delusion. The world around you just comes and goes, drifting through fog and dense falling snow. Every beat of your heart sends a dizzying pulse of

Soul Star

Soul Star short poem

Why would I not sing to you in tears of vermillion fire? Sing the fires of blue flame, sing the rage of form. For these words no location in the blood-red depths of an apple-green paradise. Yes, yes your azure

My Guitar Weeps

My Guitar Weeps short poem

My Guitar Weeps My tired Fingers Strum The strings…. Crazy twangs Wild jingle… A sad song My guitar weeps The heaviness Of my lonely Heart…. The heart is wounded It bleeds The blood clots Into touching Words… A song is

Red Tears

Red Tears short poem

Eyes filled with tears of blood, Slow stream flows down my warm cheek, When I drag the blade across my wrist, A moment of bliss where my soul’s reborn, Lots of rushing blood burns my eyes, My fingers alone console

When I Was A Raven

When I Was A Raven long poem

When I was a raven, I flew out of the night, My ebon wings flashed and glistened in the light. The wind it held me high and carried me away, But not a soul would listen to the words I

Crimson Shore

Crimson Shore short poem

I sail towards the melting horizon. The boat hugs a rock, yet only cracks. I don’t drown, but there is a frozen mass, Stone heavy, pulling me down; my heart. Worried, I dive and swim to the edge. I see

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Freedom, you are the autumn leaf drifting to the call of the season. Freedom, you are the tune forming in a dreamers mind. Freedom, you are the paint on a wet canvas seeking it’s own path to redemption. Freedom you

Beyond The Wish

Beyond The Wish short poem

I want to sit in the lap of nature, And hear the murmurs of its bosom, Unravel the secrets of the here after, The idle hours, they depart and they come. I want to lie in dark crevices, Within the

Why I Write?

Why I Write? ode

Ask Van Gogh why he painted; A lunatic left at his own devices His grey mind sucking colors from the world into a canvas. Each rub leading to liberation from the known world The thick paste transforming a canvas; Into

Pura Vida 2012 For Michaela And The Peace Corps

Pura Vida 2012 For Michaela And The Peace Corps prose poem

Running, running through the crowded San Isidro de El General town square, awash in punishing heat and light, and you just miss your bus, the only bus home, now 55 Kilometers stare you in the face. You buy a torta,

Cancer In My Veins

Cancer In My Veins long poem

An earthquake in my hearts’ kingdom Peaks and troughs,patterns were random Nurses making the fastest moves Trying to fill my cancerian grooves Blackening my last scarlet blood drop Weakening my smooth breaths’ rope I felt the cracks in closed,transparent, glass

Wanderlust

Wanderlust short poem

Rocky terrain of high mountains, The snow capped peaks ignite, The wanderlust in me; To break away from the drudgery, From the petty human loss; A caricature of intelligent race, Victim of different definitions of God, Blind to the color

Legacy

Legacy short poem

This dawn, the legacy of nights before, Breaks from horizons of the distant past, In land so faraway, on stranger shore, Now gone, but not mementos that still last; Find no memorials proudly hewn in stones, Nor citadels to champion

Welcome to Hell

Welcome to Hell short poem

Welcome, welcome I’ve waited for you. Now pray tell, what did you do? Walk passed the hungry, ignoring you knew? Or was it more sinister thought through and well planned? I see you have blood smeared on your hands. You

In love with self

In love with self short poem

A lonely piece of night on my palm Restlessness maturing to blissful calm Shapes of life moulding in me Fencing the fields of destiny Solitary thoughts rooted in self Refusing support, rejecting help Unwinding the core, reaching within To bones,

Murder

Murder short poem

You told me lot of stories….. on the field, in the moonlit night. stars above and the moon alone listened to your words, far away, someone is singing a song, song of desire and despair song of departure……. a story