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Heidi Franke Dec 2024
Once, you leave again
Are my wounds bigger than me
An outline contains
Poet Laureate from Colorado, Andrea Gibson, writes, I've been dancing in the end zone
Since you taught me to start breaking
Every promise I have made to my pain, taught me my wounds
Will never be bigger than I am.
Thank goodness for you
(From book, You Better Be Lightning)

My wounds still feel bigger than my self many times. If I outline them, perhaps I can contain them.
dead poet Dec 2024
a restless jitter;
skin-deep promises, unkept:
no nails left to bite.
showyoulove Dec 2024
The same hands that bear the scars
Created heaven and earth and the stars
The same brow that bore the thorns
The crown of glory now adorns
The same heart that was pierced and broken
Now beats within us, finally awoken
The same man we crucified
Has been raised and glorified
He takes us in and loves us
Gives us purpose and focus
He teaches us to learn and improve
To listen and allow the spirit to move
God can take our wounds and make it
Something holy and even sacred
So, remember the wounds and the lessons
And even broken things become blessings
boonthemoonluv Dec 2024
i did not lose, nor did i win this year.
i only made sure that i would make it.
and though i did, i would not be dancing in glee now.
for deep down in my heart,
that is not a win for me at all.
night after night, day after day,
i drowned in tears ,
but every struggle shattered,
changed me.
i am in so much more pain and rage now;
i want the state of oblivion
in my subconscious mind back.
only i would not wish that because
i have finally patched up the wounds
that my messed-up brain has inflicted
onto my torn heart.
therefore 2024,
the very definite definition of winning
is not the same as winning an Oscar or a Nobel Prize
as defined in the dictionary;
it differs when compared to fighting against
all the odds in life and/or for your life.
but, i believe that..
winning can sometimes mean losing
in the context of objectivity
in life’s entirety,
so we could find a solid footing
in the daily, weekly, and monthly moments
of struggles and challenges
that have made us weak and vulnerable this year.
...
as i wrap everything up this year,
all that i have to say is:
life is not a competition or a race;
for if it were, it would be humanity’s
most futile and mirthful one.
-boonthemoonluv
Emery Feine Dec 2024
Maybe I’ve been staring at my wounds
For far too long now
And though they are now solely scars
I cannot sit here forever.
This is my 138th poem, written on 11/30/24
Mrs Timetable Nov 2024
The perpetual state
Of heart break
Never heals
It just learns
To deal
What hand have you been dealt?
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2024
Everything kept in bittersweet silence

Lips ****** from biting back the sentences I am not courageous enough to speak aloud

Eyes shut to avoid sting of reality

Upon shelves towering above stature sit dusty expectations
Long since placed carefully with wonderment
Slathered in cobwebs and mice have moved in and taken up permanent residence in the nooks between

It's a **** miracle they stayed in position this whole time
I cannot seem to stop fidgeting and swinging wildly from distraction to distraction
Branches leading away from my plans
Some of them not even sturdy enough to tolerate my weight
Sending me spiraling spectacularly to the solidly packed earth far below

Selecting thrills instead of skills

Denying truth politely
As one turns down a piece of gum

And it doesn't help laying bare my soul
I do anyways

Although I resent pain caused by opening these ancient wounds at least then my sorrow is freed
4-20-23
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2024
My heart burns without presence

Your mouth says my name and voice still sounds the same

The inner damsel in me fights way through my flesh

Leading her by glow of all the potential I set on fire

My hot skin itches for touch while yours is soothed by a thick coat of reassurance

Is medicated by unwavering dose of devotion

My wound so raw and pain so sharp knives flee in fear of injury

My blood screaming for recognition

Like how many drops must be spilled for you to acknowledge I'm dying?

How many cuts appear before you notice I'm not well?

Hell
At this point begging for my tissue to be pulled in two directions and a massive amount of sodium chloride poured in
Would relish the agonizing
Unpredicted sting
Because at least that means I can tell you know I'm not alright

You seem to understand exactly where to rub the salt in
Not where to bandage
Written 6-19-19
Aria Oct 2024
To love is to risk
This I know well
But did I truly know
Just what struggles I’d be unable to quell?

A story of old
A warning on the precipice of uncertainty
A danger of which to warn the young
A music note too feared to be strung

How was I to know that the thorns would scratch at my throat
That the carnations dipped in crimson would scatter my floor?

My fingertips are stained
My insides are wounded
My heart has been yanked and shattered
My lungs have become torn and tattered

Blood ridden flowers litter my floor
My sheets have been stained and mangled and more

I struggle to decide
If I bear regret or compliance
My emotions flow with the tide
And my tears paint my face as I cry

If only you knew what I have endured
And yet soon I will rest though I’ve yet to be cured

An enigma of sorts my life has turned out to be
But soon, not only I, but my secrets will be free
Inspired by a character of mine
Self Oct 2024
They say time heals all wounds,
and I suppose that’s true,
But how do I heal the scars
that always remind me of you?
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