Quotes about bruised, page 8
Home is the wallpaper above the bed, the family dinner table, the church bells in the morning, the bruised shins of the playground, the small fears that come with dusk, the streets and squares and monuments and shops that constitute one's first universe.
quote by Henry Anatole Grunwald
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I Glean To Touch An Angel's Feather
I have not settled, on…
A song I like.
And, dear that is why - I write!
I glean to touch an angel's feather
But all I do is roll like a bolder…
Strewn-down the mountain-side
Bruised the color of purple heather
By these empty, ‘words', hell for leather.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideal which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded.
quote by W. Somerset Maugham
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Broken
Broken,
Like a thousand shards of glass,
Bloody on the floor.
Still here,
Too afraid to walk out the door.
The hands that used to caress
Now inflict pain and suppress.
No love is left.
Broken,
Tattered, torn and scarred,
What once was love
Is now battered, bruised and marred.
poem by Denice Robinson
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Partner By Accident
he just wants
to be accepted
as an equal
the other just
wants to make
sure he does
not overstep his line
they are neither
friends or foes
merely partner
by accident
some things
are best
remain unsaid
except by muses
who know the
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Old Man's Hands
the old man's hands
know the feel of the petal,
his bruised lips the taste.
his soul rising with bloom,
and laying down with finality.
his heart the earth,
that opens and devours...
his spirit the waiting,
that becomes creation...
the old man left staring,
through a window with no name!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Squeaky Wheels
The deeds and tricks of the wicked,
Will come to an end.
The wounds of those bruised,
Begin to heal and mend.
The days of hearing squeaky wheels,
Will be greased to cease annoying squeals.
And all of the noise that has been generated,
With a lulling of the ones now awakening from sleep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Payback Time Never Pays Back
Injustice plagues you,
Bruised with anger-
Disturbing it is true,
But there's the danger.
So you plan a payback
A sort of getting even,
You are seething for attack
And he will not be forgiven.
But vengeance gets you even
With the enemy it seems-
This truth is for all men:
Forgiveness puts you above him.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Tarnished Blade!
the tarnished blade,
lifted by the hand bruised
and bloodied by the night...
eyes that have seen,
the hard and the real,
no excuses, no regrets!
the man that stands,
naked to the world,
crying out in defiance...
carries the weighted path
of the choices he's made...
walking, ever forward...
to meet the fray!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Amazing Disgrace
You hurt me,
Scared me,
Bruised me,
Tried to extinguish me
And almost broke me.
Today, finally you are dead
And I feel that I have won
A brutal fight
Through natural order.
I refuse to be anything
Except free from you
And what you have done.
I will live my life
And breathe from this new dawn.
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poem by Ruby Honeytip
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