#battlescars - Hello Poetry

*** A warrior returned from the fight, With scars earned in struggle and might. Though wounded and worn, New strength had been born— Each mark was a badge of his right. For victories polished and clean, Are rarely as strong as they seem. The trials we bear, Are honours we wear— Proof courage endured in the dream.

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Mar 28

Mar 28, 2026 at 4:13 AM UTC

ThePoppiesStillBloom

Medals of the Battle

*** A warrior returned from the fight, With scars earned in struggle and might. Though wounded and worn, New strength had been born— Each mark was a badge of his right. For victories polished and clean, Are rarely as strong as they seem. The trials we bear, Are honours we wear— Proof courage endured in the dream.

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BEAUTIFUL SCARS are IMPERFECTIONS, REFLECTING FIGHT and HURTS, showing a STORY OF HEALING. When you look at your BATTLE SCARS, where you been, and who you are, You find your UNIQUE and SPECIAL, a BEAUTIFUL SHOOTING STAR, Your SCARS DEPICTS, Your JOURNEY, For, you have COME VERY FAR. You may have SCARS, From the HURTS of the PAST, but You CONQUERED THEM ALL NO, THEY DID NOT LAST, Your SCARS SHOWS BEAUTY DESPITE the TRAUMA, of ALL that you WENT THROUGH, INCLUDING the DRAMA. It's all BEHIND you NO, TURNING BACK NOW, move FORWARD with your LIFE, STAND OUT and BE PROUD!!!! JUST GIVE GOD THE GLORY, For, your BATTLE SCARS tell your STORY!!!! B.R. Date: 11/10/2024

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Nov 11, 2024

Nov 11, 2024 at 10:45 AM UTC

msbellepoetry44

Beautiful Scars

BEAUTIFUL SCARS are IMPERFECTIONS, REFLECTING FIGHT and HURTS, showing a STORY OF HEALING. When you look at your BATTLE SCARS, where you been, and who you are, You find your UNIQUE and SPECIAL, a BEAUTIFUL SHOOTING STAR, Your SCARS DEPICTS, Your JOURNEY, For, you have COME VERY FAR. You may have SCARS, From the HURTS of the PAST, but You CONQUERED THEM ALL NO, THEY DID NOT LAST, Your SCARS SHOWS BEAUTY DESPITE the TRAUMA, of ALL that you WENT THROUGH, INCLUDING the DRAMA. It's all BEHIND you NO, TURNING BACK NOW, move FORWARD with your LIFE, STAND OUT and BE PROUD!!!! JUST GIVE GOD THE GLORY, For, your BATTLE SCARS tell your STORY!!!! B.R. Date: 11/10/2024

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And she kept descending in the dark void Excruciating pain tearing her soul apart Silently crashing all lamps of hopes That once laid dimly lit in her crumbled heart A world completely swallowed by darkness Bulid on her own sorrows and horrors Where she either felt heart numbing silence Or earsplitting screeches of her inner monsters She is so fed up of soaking her pillow in tears That even angels cry watching over her soul But when she screamed out loud calling for help She realised, it somehow drained her even more Darkness stabs hard right inside her heart She tries to fall asleep before her world falls apart She's recollecting and adding up her broken pieces But how will she ever get rid of her battle scars? -Charu

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Apr 29, 2021

Apr 29, 2021 at 11:21 PM UTC

Stardust01

Battle Scars

And she kept descending in the dark void Excruciating pain tearing her soul apart Silently crashing all lamps of hopes That once laid dimly lit in her crumbled heart A world completely swallowed by darkness Bulid on her own sorrows and horrors Where she either felt heart numbing silence Or earsplitting screeches of her inner monsters She is so fed up of soaking her pillow in tears That even angels cry watching over her soul But when she screamed out loud calling for help She realised, it somehow drained her even more Darkness stabs hard right inside her heart She tries to fall asleep before her world falls apart She's recollecting and adding up her broken pieces But how will she ever get rid of her battle scars? -Charu

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I'm sick of pretending like everything's okay, with the war going on inside my head. I'm tired of trying, to be normal. While things are falling apart. I'm tired of hoping, you see behind my smiles and laughter. And just once see my broken spirit and lost soul. I'm tired of coping, with something I can't. When every thought and every breath is a war, a war I'm not winning anymore. I'm tired of existing, can't I just disappear. Take a break from the loneliness and pain. I'm tired of breathing, when actually I'm drowning. While everyone else around me isn't. I'm tired of living, when I'm already dead on the inside. Maybe life isn't for everyone.

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May 25, 2017

May 25, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC

jasmine-scented-grungeling

Tired

I'm sick of pretending like everything's okay, with the war going on inside my head. I'm tired of trying, to be normal. While things are falling apart. I'm tired of hoping, you see behind my smiles and laughter. And just once see my broken spirit and lost soul. I'm tired of coping, with something I can't. When every thought and every breath is a war, a war I'm not winning anymore. I'm tired of existing, can't I just disappear. Take a break from the loneliness and pain. I'm tired of breathing, when actually I'm drowning. While everyone else around me isn't. I'm tired of living, when I'm already dead on the inside. Maybe life isn't for everyone.

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i've been through the toughest the darkest times of my lives i saw myself putting blades on my wrist medicating myself with pills inhaling and exhaling those cigarettes to **** my soul slowly, bit by bit but i didn't stop standing up for myself ever since day one i tried again and again no matter how much i fall never thought that i'm still here living healthily happily. . . . my story, my battle scars

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Aug 28, 2016

Aug 28, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC

shxrminx

battle scars

i've been through the toughest the darkest times of my lives i saw myself putting blades on my wrist medicating myself with pills inhaling and exhaling those cigarettes to **** my soul slowly, bit by bit but i didn't stop standing up for myself ever since day one i tried again and again no matter how much i fall never thought that i'm still here living healthily happily. . . . my story, my battle scars

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And the scars on her wrist only faded Never leaving her skin Always shining through the tan A tint of remembrance A tint of strength To wear forever Her own personal Battle scars Between existence and Extinction

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Apr 23, 2016

Apr 23, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC

Quills-is-best

Personal Battles

And the scars on her wrist only faded Never leaving her skin Always shining through the tan A tint of remembrance A tint of strength To wear forever Her own personal Battle scars Between existence and Extinction

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#6 | 31 Poems for August Dark and cold inside. I need a warm place to reside. These battle scars will gradually inflict pain when they heal too. I’ve embraced how deep my wounds are. My confidence proves that I’ve embraced each scar. I yearn for the type of love that leaves no room for doubt. I yearn for a reality worth dreaming about. Maybe one day happiness will be more than just words on a page. I have lost love. But I haven’t lost all the beautiful words I have to write about love. My heart produces thoughts that my mind could never understand. Maybe love is the beautiful art of enigma. Patiently waiting for pain to dissipate. Patiently waiting for love to dominate. Pain patiently tears me up inside. It haunts me wherever I choose to hide. I yearn for the type of love that leaves no room for doubt. Maybe one day happiness will be more than just words on a page. Hopefully I will be okay when blue skies fade to grey. Hopefully I will be okay when people no longer listen to what I have to say. I want to escape from the cold. I want to nestle myself deep inside your soul. Be the half that makes me whole.

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Aug 6, 2015

Aug 6, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC

kaleidoscope-prhyme

Dark and Cold Inside

#6 | 31 Poems for August Dark and cold inside. I need a warm place to reside. These battle scars will gradually inflict pain when they heal too. I’ve embraced how deep my wounds are. My confidence proves that I’ve embraced each scar. I yearn for the type of love that leaves no room for doubt. I yearn for a reality worth dreaming about. Maybe one day happiness will be more than just words on a page. I have lost love. But I haven’t lost all the beautiful words I have to write about love. My heart produces thoughts that my mind could never understand. Maybe love is the beautiful art of enigma. Patiently waiting for pain to dissipate. Patiently waiting for love to dominate. Pain patiently tears me up inside. It haunts me wherever I choose to hide. I yearn for the type of love that leaves no room for doubt. Maybe one day happiness will be more than just words on a page. Hopefully I will be okay when blue skies fade to grey. Hopefully I will be okay when people no longer listen to what I have to say. I want to escape from the cold. I want to nestle myself deep inside your soul. Be the half that makes me whole.

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