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Till then is to let go.
    Breathing from the icelake
         I spend my exile
From times to time
    Breathing from the ice lair
Inhaling memories.
Memories of flashes
Here and there
   Your hand here, now
  No where
   Memories, bruises,
A cut here
A cut there
Leaves me wandering
From ray to ray
Drowned in  seaful memory
Sad memories
Asunna Apr 23
the foundation of everything
honest to god truth
faith.
what's the use?
The darkness inside you
creeps its way in.

How does one recover,
repair broken trust?
The reaper is on his way,
your soul is no use.
Call a saviour,
pray to the lord,
Maybe he'll decide to pity you.
cause i sure as hell won't,
so good day to you.
Jenna Jan 15
i am an architect
though my hand has been guided many a time
i have etched my own path
into a tome of starlight
but it is a path i will walk alone sometimes
and that’s okay

i am a writer
though my heart has been swayed into submission many a time
i will continue to be
the main antagonist of my story
but i bleed ink from my fingertips and i will write my own chapter
and that’s okay

i am a warrior
though i’ve wielded my sword many a time
i have seen many wars
and fought many battles
but it’s still the small victories i celebrate most
and that’s okay

i am a dancer
though i’ve tripped over my two left feet many a time
i have broken many bones
and danced still with a smile
but my feet grow tired and i must rest sometimes
and that’s okay

i am an artist
though my hands have often been stained
my heart is my masterpiece
and i’ve put it at the forefront of my choices
but maybe it isn’t the kind to go in a museum
and that’s okay

i am damaged
i am battered
i am bruised
but i am trying
and i am healing
and that’s okay
Tanay Sengupta Dec 2018
Rise, oh rise brave bird!
The sky is waiting for your flight.
Long have these eyes yearned,
For a mere glimpse of your sight.

Prayers and cries can be heard,
They are with you in your fight.
The calendar marks the day as third,
In your absence, there is no joy or delight.

An old man with his vision blurred,
Waits sitting under the street light.
Without a movement or a word,
He patiently waits in this cold night.

Saddened and angered,
He refuses to believe that your future is not bright.
Though Broken, bruised and battered
He knows you won't quit, he knows you will fight.

For those old eyes that have yearned,
For a mere glimpse of your sight.
For his sake, oh brave bird.
Rise and take flight!









Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018.
All Rights Reserved.
This is my most straightforward poem till date. There is not much to explain on this poem, I hope you like it. Thank you.
stopdoopy Jan 7
Dangerous
Sticky red trickles down her stick
Another beating today

Oh how it's my fault
To dare speak of heart felt truth
Tempting you away from "justice"

Just remember
I may be battered and bruised behind bars
But it's you who broke the law
Ever since I wrote Eurydice and had the line "gone is the warden" I knew I'd do a piece based on it, personally to me it's about a hellish woman (as always), but upon rereading I could see it being about many things. What do you see?
Madelynn Nieves Sep 2018
Once upon a time...
Promised myself
Never settle
For less than
Happily ever after
I now lay
Battered
Making Excuses
For the Wolf
Swimming without assistance,
Progressing - stroke by stoke.

Gently moving along the surface,
Barely scratching the depths.

Stroke by stroke, I become stronger and more confident.
Stroke by stroke, I pound and penetrate the water.
Stroke by stroke, I overcome my previous position.

Each stroke like torture
Ripping myself out and falling back in,
Allowing the water to take a hold of me once again.

The water symbolised my struggles and insecurities.
A never-ending and already lost war,
I was battered, stroke by stroke.
Eric Fraley Feb 2018
Emotions can cause such endless commotion,
They can go from the weakest to highest waves…
Then deep deep down
They can dig the deepest of shallow graves…

Battered and scarred is what happens when you take emotions so far

The tidal waves begin to crash and sway as it falls apart and begins to wash away the remnants of a shattered heart
Nichole Aug 2017
I remember how you make me such a disgrace
Those time that you slap me in the face
My heart beat was like a race
When I saw you holding a thick lace
I'm cryin out loud
When the lace touch my body hard
You left me full of wounds
As I cry loud and hits me a broom
What did I do ?
When all I did was to love you
You didn't hear me explain
You just make me feel this pain
Debbie Brindley May 2017
There is a cravice
in my cheeks
on which a tide of tears
has flowed upon
The person who once was
is now gone
He is the stranger
before me
fragmented and torn
Lifes full of harsh lessons
we must learn
My heart has shattered
into a million pieces
Tearing through my flesh
it burns
Will this pain subside
I feel so
withered
so tired
battered
bruised
This is one fight
I shall lose
I can't fix
what is happening
So the cravice will grow
What lesson will I learn
I do not know
But one day soon
I will have to let you go
Heartbroken
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