Nose Bleed Poem by Lauren Coles
Nose Bleed
Paper can't really bleed,
Every one knows that,
Some people's minds are like à runaway train,
You can't get the words to stop coming,
The words are like drills punching through the paper,
All that people see is red,
The words won't stop at least for me.
Thursday, October 5, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: people,words
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A poem about suicide prevention
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/28/2026 9:25:25 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
