Wounded
Well theres a whole lot of hurting being going on
Well Ive been wounded, wounded, wounded
This aint no way to be carrying on
You see me wounded, wounded, wounded
Im taken like a stone
That youve thrown in the deep blue sea
Giving me the scars that will never heal
Wounded, wounded, wounded
I remember the day when you came up to me
Almost breaking on your knees
Said you needed me more than anything else
You really took me in
But itd make you feel good to know
Id do anything you say
Well forget that line cause I aint gonna play
Wounded, wounded, wounded
I remember the day when you came up to me
Almost breaking on your knees
Said you needed me more than anything else
You really took me in
But itd make you feel good to know
Id do anything you say
Well forget that line cause I aint gonna play
Wounded, wounded, wounded
song performed by by Donna Summer
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The Wounded Wind
the wounded wind
spirited messages
she does send
disturb not the bark of this tree
ancient soul
it does speak to me
disturb not the pureness of this stream
trickling tears
it does haunt my dreams
the wounded wind sighs
ghostly shadows still dance before her eyes
the wounded wind cries
like the coyote who splits the silence of night howling at the moon
Warning, the wrath of the wounded wind will be upon us soon
poem by by unknown author
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Ex-Whore
I'm a miserably predictable
Broken, sticked-up doll.
My dress is torn, my hair matted
And one arm dangles at my side.
My wounded pride, my wounded pride.
I used to be pretty, you know
Before I got so old, before I became disposable.
They used to look at me and smile
I was theirs for a while.
My wounded pride, my wounded pride.
Too old for the job,
No one pays to keep a rag.
I'm a doll, a broken doll,
Wishing I didn't fall.
poem by Ana Podarevska
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Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee
Indian legislation's on the desk of the do right congressman
Now he don't know much about the issues so he picks up the phone
And asks the advice of the senator out in indian country
A darling of the energy companies their ripping off
What's left of the reservation
I learned the safety rule
I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation
And the corporate bank
They're sending federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Deep in the earth
I said cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at wounded knee
They got these energy companies
Who want to take the land
And they got churches by the dozens
Trying to guide our hands
And turn our mother earth
Over to pollution war and greed
Well
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
I said deep in the earth
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Won't you cover me with your pretty lies
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
They got the federal marshalls
We get the covert spies
We get the liars by fire
We get the fbi
They lie in court and get nailed
And still leonard peltier goes off to jail
(the bullets don't match the gun)
Bury my heart at wounded knee
An eighth of the reservation
Bury my heart at wounded knee
It was transferred in secret
Bury my heart at wounded knee
We got your murder and intimidation
Bury my heart at wounded knee
My girlfriend anna may
Talked about uranium
Her head was full of bullets
And her body dumped
The fbi cut off her hands
And told us she died of exposure
Yeah right
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Oh deep in the earth
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Won't you cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Talk about a revolution
We had the gold rush wars
Why didn't we learn to crawl?
And now our history gets written in a liar's scrawl
They tell me " honey you can still be an indian
Down at the y on saturday night''
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
I said deep in the earth
Bury my heart at wounded knee
And cover me with your pretty lies
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart
It was an eighth of the reservation
Bury my heart
It was transferred in secret
Bury my heart
Got your murder, murder, murder and intimidation
Bury me
Bury me
Bury me
Bury my heart
Bury my heart
Bury my heart
Bury my heart
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Home Is A Wounded Heart
Words and music by neil diamond
Home is a wounded heart, havent you heard the story?
Hes out for love and for glory and shes waitin home by the fire.
And wasnt it yesterday, wasnt it me who said it?
I swore that youd never regret it.
Now home is a wounded heart.
Its a complicated thing, not an ordinary thing
And my heart just breaks in two
cause I can see you standing there.
You know that I cant bear your wounded heart.
Paint me a red balloon; give me a string and baby Ill tie it,
Give me a ring and baby Ill buy it and bring it on home to you.
Home is a wounded heart.
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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to Rose, ms. wounded
Rose, do not be lonely with your wounds,
do not cry,
there are too many wounded people in this world,
and as they are too many,
they have formed indeed a one
big, happy family
and their leader if you must know
is the most wounded of them all: Jesus Christ.
Join us then
in this celebration!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It slaps your dignity just right. I loved the idea of these proud, dignified black men, and I saw the older ones wounded, and it wounded me ten times as much because I couldn't stand seeing them hurt like this.
quote by Quincy Jones
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Long Live, Wherever You are!
Long live wherever you are!
Let peace spill out of your whole heart.
Knowledge lightens your children.
Scarcity flees from your home.
They shut the door hard to me, the scared,
and kept you off in places not known.
Classes of our race somehow formed have
taken deep roots to spoil! Spoil! Spoil!
Long live wherever you are!
I have sheltered in the north end far off,
not to come back for things simple happen.
You conveyed though words of comfort
to salve my heart rudely wounded! Wounded! Wounded!
Long live wherever you are!
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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A wounded head can be treated and heals, but a wounded heart never heals.
On Two Sisters Whose Deaths Were Together
IN woods remote, hid in the mountain hollows,
Doves there are that have a gentler beauty,
Doves that are marked as by a poet's image,
And hence are called Doves of the Wounded Heart.
And such ye were, and we could never learn the
Call that would bring you to our breasts, our hands!
And such ye were, and ye were aliens in our
Barnyard-world Doves of the Wounded Heart!
You who were proud no storm had ever turned your
Flight, and you who were her cherished one
May ye have found, hid in your mountain hollows,
Your wood remote, Doves of the Wounded Heart!
poem by Padraic Colum
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Raindropp On The Eye Of The Wounded
'A dream
As a particle in eyes
Remains as tear
Wounded desire'
wounded
tears fall and
to mark the
anniversary
of pain,
dew at the
middle of
the leaf,
eyes getting
to know
another water
form,
a raindrop..
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Romeo: I have been feasting with mine enemy,
Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,
That’s by me wounded: both our remedies
Within thy help and holy physic lies:
I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,
My intercession likewise steads my foe.
line from Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare (1597)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Wounded
Tears streaming through my poems,
wounded words sailed through the oceans.
The night outside has wings
strong enough to sweep my soul away.
Wires were strung across a sunset sky,
wounded lines sailed by and by.
Darkness left as I crept to my bed,
nothing can happen
more beautiful than death.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Glorious Speech
Glory fires me up with distinction,
Desks of thought bestride me in speech.
A word has more meaning when spoken
Rather than the written variety
That swore their page and added ground
To the basic teachings of our fathers.
Mothers similarly resound on our behalf
To astound the good people into something.
Exaltation is made on us when exalted
And now we spoke regarding our generations
To be wounded by them, as we have been
Wounded eventually.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The haunting past
I was a budding star, a lovely flower,
I was sought after wherever and whenever I went.
I was loved and desired more than by my parents.
It was a credit, I felt, men’s eyes on me.
I pleasurably got wounded. They groped me
Under the pallu, beneath the blouse and the bra
And underneath the skirt. Each flesh got wounded
Erotically. I fed on the grains men scattered
On sand. Now no man is around. No flesh abounds.
I starve. They vented me out but yet haunt me.
22.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Is this the dark side of the story?
A wounded soldier walks with his gun towards the enemy area.
And he found an enemy wounded soldier with his gun
But no ammunition.
He cried in difficulty; 'Please do not shoot me adjutant as I am helpless.'
Then the other soldier said; 'We are friends now and no doubt about that
But tell me Sergeant where do we go without any hindrance? '
* Really there are no enemies among human beings, all are brother & sister soldiers against the cold war of life.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Believe Me Baby
(written by Kim Richey, Angelo, Larry Gottlieb)
If there ever was a time
That I could use your trust in me
And if there ever was a reason
For me to get down on my knees
And if there's any way (if there's any way)
That you could love me anyhow
If you ever had much faith in me
I could use a little now
When I said it would suit me fine
If you were out of sight and out of mind
That wasn't me talking
That was my wounded pride
When I said I didn't want your love
And you were no one I was thinking of
Believe me baby I lied
Well I got no good excuses
But I got plenty of regrets
And I wish this was some bad dream
I could wake up and forget
'Cause you're the only one (you're the only one)
That I could never stand to lose
You're all I've ever wanted
Baby that's the truth
When I said it would suit me fine
If you were out of sight and out of mind
That wasn't me talking
That was my wounded pride
When I said I didn't want your love
And you were no one I was thinking of
Believe me baby I lied
Hey!
When I said it would suit me fine
If you were out of sight and out of mind
That wasn't me talking
That was my wounded pride
When I said I didn't want your love
And you were no one I was thinking of
Believe me baby I lied
Believe me baby I lied
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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I am mad with Love
I am mad with love
And no one understands my plight.
Only the wounded
Understand the agonies of the wounded,
When the fire rages in the heart.
Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel,
Not the one who lets it go.
In pain I wander from door to door,
But could not find a doctor.
Says Mira: Harken, my Master,
Mira's pain will subside
When Shyam comes as the doctor.
Be angry for the truth
Anger is not always bad
Specially when it is for the truth
If truth is wounded,
Humanity is wounded
So the truth should be brought forward
Even at the cost of tranquility and non-violence
With anger or violence
When all the alternatives of peace are ceased
For the truth cannot be held so long
Else falsehood will take it over
Though it is bound to perish by nature
Yet might do a cosiderable damage
Before being uprooted.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Creative Fiction Of The Mind
Dramas from the past are in your mind-
projections brought forward this space and time
Wounded child react without a smile—
it's emotions are controlling you all the while.
For your inner child is still intertwined and in denial
You need to comfort this wounded inner child.
So how do you solve the problem from yesterday?
You have to go deep within your inner self
and get it all out, maybe with a shout.
Myabe you have to finally cry
or write the person a letter that did die.
You will feel better in a magical way,
you know it's deeper than a bad hair day.
Written on November 30,2012 by Christina Sunrise
www.suzae.com www.suzaria.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Onlytime Can Heal The Wounded
You hear a sound as shes leaving
Youll hear your heart pound so hard
Youll miss her warm touch and the way things once were
Its such a cold town when you miss her
Its not the same place no more
When its hard to mend whats broken
And you still cant let her go
Beyond the storm theres an answer
Beyond the nights you spend alone
Beyond the headlights and the highways you go
Youll take a long ride without her
Until the tears dry away
In every way you try to reason
When theres no reason left to hold
Only time can heal the wounded of love
Any day now time will tell
Only love can turn it all around again
Theres no heart that time cant heal
Whatever pieces youre missing
Whatever you leave behind
However you look at things they do change
Its not the same conversation
Its not the way that it was
Therell be one less tear tomorrow
Therell be one less night alone
Only time can heal the wounded of love
Any day now time will tell
Only love can turn it all around again
Theres no heart that time cant heal
Only time can heal the wounded of love
Theres no heart that time cant heal
song performed by by Chicago
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