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"wringed" poems
Wailing walls, howling fences Encaged and blocked by barriers All smashed, sorted in security fence Miles of humanity and flesh torn apart Why is it that we can’t live together? We bleed the same coagulating blood Lined up and humiliated in alleyways Paths of iron bars and imprisonment My veins wringed, intensive torment Mentally distracted, strained by grief Settlement, conflicts and border struggles Governance, religious trickles of disunion The biblical birthright verses human rights The unsighted straining peace settlement Shadows of the peace blueprint screams Ongoing reconciliation, milked in small doses Whose home is whose? Subdivided in areas Controls of disillusionment undisclosed Unmanned checkpoints evokes fears Revolving cameras tossed and turned Bansky slogan “make hummus not war” Smashes freedom to uproot  and merge Constitute and construct peaceful resorts All horns blowing to collapse duality
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
Bawling West-Bank Barrier
My band-aid falls off In heavy rain Alone, My soul is drenched Wringed out in sun's embrace As storms gather I place a new band-aid If it doesn't fall In the tumult I'll rip it off And toss it away~
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
Band Aid
Sing to me like one of your girls I'll find your beat even if they can't be heard Into your rhythm, I can be wringed I'll take it all up to the ones I can I'll dance and dance until I lose my feet I'll just look at you until I lose my sight I'll let the fire burning until it loses its heat I'll keep you in my heart until it loses its beat
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 3:10 AM UTC
Untitled
I This is what I do when I can’t sleep. Write my hate notes while others dream deep. I draw shapes of plight with my pen And I’m dysfunction and I’m all dark. II I can’t watch my rind wringed anymore. Between bone and skin Is a hole where my soul once flowed. Now floored. III Beat back: broken back: The stain of us. The vacuum of us. The timely death of us. I draw shapes of plight with my pen dreaming dysfunctions and all dark.
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Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
Untitled
The kingdom I believe is within him The night before last was the wind and it's sensations I couldn't touch the grandness but I felt its nose peck at me with rays of swift fire I didn't think the sand would bleed through my fists and the gold melted into my nails (He was beautiful) I was awake in another dimension asleep in a beautiful enigma of reality's hammock The trees swiftly took me into the pyramids and strolled me into it's heaven and I couldn't laugh I couldn't lift, but in awe My heart was thumping and my jaw was a quiver Until, my lips were stale as he lounged on satin wire (my love is dyeing) As he dove into his right fist his arms were wide Until, the joy was unpleasing and I couldn't lie around before I decided that I was to leave The Nile was swift and fruitful The lagoon was my midnight sensation Dreams were further he was to close I couldn't say the truth The desert embers on my teeth And every bite I bleed a lie I don't think I care anymore (I should go) He left with cracked diamonds and their flesh sparkling and my name was on either ring I wringed for anything in us but drops were nothing The sizzle dissipates into air Our burn was to simmer sometime ( I will leave now)
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
Desert Walk (Vast Love)
My heart is wringed within your grasp. Now it’s beating fast for you and my breathing becomes labored. But you take no notice. Just apply more pressure.
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 12:06 AM UTC
Ache
It was what she had It was what she needed It was what she did To bleed for a living It wasn't what she thought That she would go through It's where she's used to Die to live today It wasn't her fault It was the fault in her heart The cracks on her cheeks Brought upon by loving you bad She's dry and wringed Wrinkled and broken Though what she ever did Was to pick up each of her piece
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Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 6:20 AM UTC
Aftermath
arms wringed around my torso as i trudged through the hustle and bustle the sights and sounds only but muffle panic clawing away at these muscles
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
choke