Poetheart Morgan

Rookie - 442 Points (05/23/1960 / Rio de Janeiro)

Bruise(R) - Poem by Poetheart Morgan

A slam of door
and one bruise was formed

it is round, not totally
purple with some color of blood
just on center
a contusion, say the experts

I can't say ~nothing~
They always know more than me

But i suffer and i see
the hemorrhagic tissue
and it is bigger and bigger
as much the time pass


time pass by for heal
so time is friend of my bruise
enemy of my reaction

i squeeze the soft purple flesh

more dead than alive

and is like it said to me
I am giving the pain,
I am more alive than you


I cant do anything

the time, the bruise, the blood

They always know more than me

Topic(s) of this poem: myself

Comments about Bruise(R) by Poetheart Morgan

  • Bri Edwards (10/27/2014 12:38:00 AM)

    although i have heard americans speak the same way (a few americans; i always thought 'they don't know how to speak properly') as you have in the following line and another in this poem and another in another poem, i feel you MIGHT want to check on your english usage here.

    I can't say nothing.....To me, Poetheart, ....can't.... nothing is a double negative and is not the proper way to express what i THINK you want to say. i THINK you want to say I can't say anything. am i correct? ?

    i especially enjoyed this line: so time is friend of my bruise. thanks for sharing. bri :)
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    Poetheart Morgan (10/27/2014 9:58:00 AM)

    Dear Poet....  If you read me literally, you will not understand me... the grammar is important to me.... English sounds different to me and beats wildly in my heart and i can't do anything.... English is sweet and brings me freedom more than Portuguese... even I do not understand that or myself.... please be more lenient with me....

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  • Heather Wilkins (8/2/2013 5:11:00 PM)

    a good write enjoyed the read (Report) Reply

  • Nader Baheri (5/19/2013 12:07:00 PM)

    the poem itself has its own revelation.time...!
    time is the only healer of our pains, passions, even time wont wait for our bruise
    wonderful and fabulous ~nb
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  • Unwritten Soul (5/18/2013 11:15:00 PM)

    Wherever you get bruises...whenever it get bruised, it will be healed again..but your heart even more, stronger than ever...and no more same bruises will get any chance! _Soul (Report) Reply

  • Kanav Justa (5/18/2013 10:48:00 AM)

    hahaha, , kudos, , , , nice write, , , (Report) Reply

  • Poetheart Morgan (5/17/2013 4:29:00 PM)

    Dear Altair, in english you have bruise and bruiseR that means one who knocks or hurts (is the theme of the poem) . So, i think is about the door thumping on the poet, that triggered all.
    When i said they always know more than me is like say: they always win, with their violence.
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  • Sayeed Abubakar (5/17/2013 10:58:00 AM)

    time pass by for heal
    so time is friend of my bruise
    enemy of my reaction- - - -
    OMG! So marvelous a poem! Your Bruise has made me fall in love with you and your poem again. Excellent thought. I loke it.
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  • Poetheart Morgan (5/17/2013 10:22:00 AM)

    Dear Thomas, its about violence but is not phisical only. Perhaps an association between the body and the mind. Thanks Poet and kisses. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, October 27, 2014

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