Scratches Poem by Rini Shibu

Scratches

Rating: 5.0


Some unspoken words hit softly
Leave a scratch without any pain
Cause the tiny blood vessels to break
Droplets of blood ooz to the surface
Then you realize that small cuts can bleed
May press and cover, not to be seen
For days you may keep concealed
Tiny unerasable scars starts to form
Now you wish for the spoken words
Which gives little pain but no scratches

Saturday, October 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: silence,words
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lamar Cole 07 October 2017

This is a very thought invoking poem about scratches.

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Raul G. Miranda 09 October 2017

very nice poem Rini...like it so much! ! ! Thanks for sharing...

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Rini Shibu 09 October 2017

Thanks for the comments Raul.. Rini

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Raul G. Miranda 09 October 2017

very nice poem Rini...like it so much! ! ! well done...

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 08 October 2017

Thanks Rini dear, it's a poem worth reading million times. Unspoken words go deeper. Thanks for the sharing of this lovely poem. Subhas

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Rini Shibu 08 October 2017

Thanks Subhas, you got it

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Kumarmani Mahakul 07 October 2017

Droplets of blood ooz to the surface and this incidence provokes thought bringing sadness. Little pain sketches and scratches through unspoken words. An amazing poem is wisely presented.10

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Rini Shibu 07 October 2017

Thanks for your good remarks Kumar

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Akhtar Jawad 07 October 2017

It's Now Too Late (A Contrast to Rini Shibu's Poem Scratches) Some unspoken words touch softly titliate the heart without any pleasure cause the tiny nerves carry a message to be stored in in the unconscious parts of the brain and the brain drafts a reply saves it but doesn't send it to the heart. A smile raises its first step to dance on the lips but stops, for a moment more beautiful, more lovely. Season goes on changing after harvesting many crops of emotions after facing many failres and deceptions the drafted message is sent to the subconscious parts of the brain in a lonely moon lit night it's converted in a dream she finds herself enchanted in the arms of the unspoken words. Alas! She was messmerized in the magic of spoken words and ignored the unspoken words. And when she saw him she thought to tell something to him but before she could tell anything she listened again some unspoken words, A reply of the message she could not send, It's now too late. An affair that gave only little pain but no scratches. Dear friend, Sometimes I am inspired by such beautiful poems and I instantly react, you wrote a wonderful inspiring poem.

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Rini Shibu 07 October 2017

Thanks Akhtar, I am glad that this poem inspired you to write this wonderful poem.

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