She has bite marks on her lips,
All the things she never said-
censored words never given breath
She has bruises on her lips,
difficult decisions
imprinting their protest
Her Lips are split and busted,
silently arguing
the senselessness of it all
She implores him to kiss her.
Love them,
She sighs.
Tend to these aching lips of mine.
Author notes
Written June 14th, 2006
A contest entry
- Poems for my wall by Lauren Noir.
650 points, ended August 31, 2007, 83 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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I enjoyed this, words were used to great effect
The words were flawless, they just moulded together well nad made such a beautiful image and a beautiful poem
I loved how it all just went to the big image but little ones all along made it so beautiful and so interesting
I loved it
You really explored words, lips and things like that which was intreuging
Well done, I loved this
Good luck and thanks for entering -
Whoa, I love this. There's a sense of intelligence about it that I just can't put my finger on. You really have a way with words; this poem is no exception. I'm especially like the first two stanzas; they're so articulate..basically, this is amazing.
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You have done a excellent job with this rewrite! Good luck to you in the contest!
Hugs & Kisses - Cayla -
=]. sweet. and beautifully done. Loved it.
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