Best Cuts Like A Knife Poems
Oh, she was my best friend,
who was she in the end?
So much time filled with strife...
she chose to take her life.
All her days filled with woe,
the shame she couldn’t let go.
All her ways seemed so wrong,
the blame she felt was strong.
I saw her last bleak smile,
as a child, broke and vile.
She used to laugh with charm,
why did she choose self harm?
Free of love in her youth,
no one could see the truth.
Too much wine for one girl,
too much grief in her world.
A sad, lone and blue soul,
when will death make her whole?
My loss cuts like a knife…
she chose to take her life.
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February 6, 2018
LOOSELY BASED ON THE MICHAEL JACKSON SONG SHE’S OUT OF MY LIFE
He’s out of my life
Because he’s got a wife
And I don’t know whether to laugh or cry
If I see him now I’d whack him in the eye
But if I had a knife
I’d pass it on to his wife
He would hold my hands
We’d make love on the sands
To think for two years he was here
He had the best of both worlds now he lives in fear
So I better not expand
Or I’ll soon be on remand!
So I’ve learned that I’m not his possession
And I’ve learned that this guy I hate
Now he’s gone and I’ve got depression
But I’ve learned too late
He's out of my life
Gone back to his wife
Guess I loved him but found out he lied
If I get my hands on him I’ll end up inside
And it cuts like a knife
But the rat is out of my life
Jan Allison
10th August 2014
The day fast fades
the end draws near
our time is fleeting
so brief and so dear
Over and over
I longed for you so
the longing unanswered
and so I must go
I gave you my life
you gave me my death
in very small portions
between every breath
You ravaged my heart
and invaded my mind
an addiction so sweet
a torment unkind
The truth is masked
where your comforts abound
and rigor sets in
when your pleasures are found
So now I must flee
for my very life
lest you kill me with kindness
that cuts like a knife
I pray for the darkness
for fear I'll be trapped
in the lingering glimmer
of your charms enrapt
My sudden departure
is not without tears
our dysfunctional union
did last many years
I'm leaving your world
I shall not be back
I head for the brightness
as you fade to black
You once used me
and now I'll use you
as a hard stepping stone
to a life brand new
Standing at the church awaiting his bride,
‘twas meant to be the best day of his life;
When she arrives, she is not by his side.
His bitter tears he can no longer hide,
grieving for the one due to be his wife.
Standing at the church awaiting his bride
The coffin appears; her body inside,
She couldn’t be saved; the cancer was rife.
When she arrives, she is not by his side.
Looking to heaven, he prays God will guide,
giving him succour, at this time of strife.
Standing at the church awaiting his bride,
If she could see him she’d be full of pride;
they will meet again in the afterlife.
When she arrives, she is not by his side,
In his memory she’ll always reside.
his heart is broken; pain cuts like a knife.
Standing at the church awaiting his bride;
when she arrives, she is not by his side.
Contest - Shadow Hamilton – Villanelle’s and Terzanelle’s Only
My first attempt at Villanelle form
11th June 2105
I wrote this in memory of my uncle.
Flowers die and pictures fade,attempting
to erase every memory ever made.
Letters are lost while the clouds roll in,
letting the rain pour and the sadness begin.
Feelings are lost and people pass on,showing
us we're the one's who have to be strong.
GOD gives us strength to keep our head held high,
not letting the wonders of the world pass by.
Love everyday and you will see,miracles
happen when you believe.
Nothing can stop you from living your life,
even when the pain cuts like a knife.
Some family we've lost and some still remain,
leaving only love and happiness to be gained.
Some memories fade while the best never die,
leaving you with feelings of wanting to laugh and cry.
People make the biggest impact without even trying,
then everything changes when they are dying.
Ton's of faces get lost in the crowd,
to your surprise certain one's stand out.
GOD gives you love and never leaves you alone,
providing a loving family along with a good home.
Life will bear obstacles and put you to the test,
but you have to be strong and always try your best.
Never back down from any hardship thrown your way,
it will make you stronger until your last day.
Say what you feel in your heart and never back down, even
when your taking your last breath take one last look around.
Angels are singing a song only you can hear,
complete the last part with an open heart,
and absolutely no fear.
Flowers will die and pictures will fade,
but your memory is one that will always stay.
In Loving Memory of my Uncle
You will be missed dearly.
MAY 28th 2012
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She's had enough of my clever lines
Thinking back on all those times
When my dreams were just a story
She... wonders if anything's real
Does he just write or can he feel
And care for anything more than glory
Oh.. Time and time again
You bought in to what felt like lies
But girl, I was honest with you
I didn't even try to disguise
You needed more than lyrics
I understand you wanted a man
A true love and not a writer who
Would hold a pen but not your hand
So you said, Goodbye..
The saddest words I've ever read
Cuts like a knife I'm running red
No yellow brick road for me to tread
And now it's so plain for me to see
You felt this is how it had to be..
The end
She.. Felt like another in the crowd
Echoes abounding seemed so loud
Couldn't see they were simply songs
She.. Had enough and let me know
She wasn't up for my kind of show
There'd just been one too many wrongs
Oh.. Time and time again
You bought in to what felt like lies
But girl, I was honest with you
I didn't even try to disguise
You needed more than lyrics
I understand you wanted a man
A love true and not a writer who
Would hold a pen but not your hand
So it's, Goodbye..
The saddest words I've ever read
Cuts like a knife I'm running red
No yellow brick road for me to tread
And now it's plain for me to see
You felt this is how it had to be..
The End
Goodbye,
This hurt inside me is very real
If you only knew how much I feel
You needed more than I could deal
And now it's plain for me to see
God, I wish it didn't have to be..
The End
Tonight, I don't see one star in the sky
Tears trickle down.. I begin to cry
I don't have to ask the reasons why
I sadly understand it's.. Goodbye
Oh, Goodbye..
The saddest words I've ever read
Cuts like a knife I'm running red
No yellow brick road for me to tread
And now it's plain for me to see
You felt this is how it had to be..
The End
Goodbye,
This hurt inside me is very real
If you only knew how much I feel
You needed more than I could deal
And now it's plain for me to see
God, I wish it didn't have to be..
The End..
Goodbye
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
For so long you’ve been hiding from me in seclusion
Wise Muse, I must gasp as I make an intrusion
I know your plan was to lead me to such splendor
Now I inhale a spiritual transfusion
While struggling in a world of carnal illusion
I needed to accept grace for absolution
Stone mountains, yellow flowers and a cool, clear lake
Have led me to ponder thoughts of adoration
There are times when the world’s harshness cuts like a knife
We lose too many moments focusing on strife
Above those azure skies, our Savior smiles down
And leads us to an Eden of eternal life
Inspiration now flows through my pen thanks to You
In this serene outpost, my spirits will renew
Natural beauty is one of Your greatest gifts
The dawn of a blessed new age may now ensue
*Entry for John Freeman's "Rubaiyat Form" contest
We struggle through life, through the stress, through the strife, it cuts like a knife but onward we travel crawling through the dirt, through the gravel while watching our lives unravel.
As we go on the prowl, on our faces there's a scowl and a feeling of throwing in the towel.
While a breakthrough seems out of sight, thinking, how can I make things right, suddenly it comes piercing through the night, a beacon of light, it continues to get bright
It was a heck of a scare, you got an answer to your secret prayer, knowing you were delivered out of your despair, even a nightmare.
So let's stop poking out our chests boasting, I'm the best when we know, we've been Blessed. Instead of flapping our chops. Give Him, His Props.
Then the next time your life is on cruise control and you fall into a manhole or find yourself up a pole, just slow your roll.
Wether you're on a mountain top or in a sweatshop, before you call the cops or start flapping your chops, remember, He can remove all the stops.
It's Just Proper, To Give Him, His Props.
Like a dandelion seed slowly drifting by
I watch as they make their way to the sky
Lifting upward as life’s race is run
Leaving the earth and heading toward the sun.
Fading away as their candle burns out
Leaves me wondering what life is about.
When we were young we never gave it a thought;
Now as we ponder we do so with fraught.
As I approach the winter of my life
Watching friends leave cuts like a knife.
I wonder if I have been a good friend,
And hopefully I have done nothing to offend.
And what about me when my time is here;
Can I look in the mirror with my conscience clear?
Or will my friends’ memory of me decry
As they watch my dandelion seed drift by.
Baroness of grace with a rose in your hair
you walked in beauty like the light of day
your delicate perfume was springtime air
it scented every corner, of your sway
The newborn flowers strewn across your stare
hungered for the spade of a gardeners way
back in the day when you lived with the Baron
you bloomed each August like the Rose of Sharon
But now he has gone to a far away place
where angels are holding him close to their wing
As violets bloom where once he did trace,
his lips to the touch of your gold signet ring
you hunger for kisses to cover your face
but your young youthful lover no longer sings
He's flown up in heaven where angel's adore
and spring lasts forever beyond heaven's door
Springtime is here and it carries no strife
perhaps you can find a new love of your own
He's gone to the angels it cuts like a knife,
adolescent love blown away from your home
The roses are blooming again bringing life
to a young Baroness with no need to atone
Baroness of grace with that rose in your heart,
spring is calling, now you must do your part.
Feb. 18, 2021
You promised me anticipation
Of a fantasy future upon introduction
Happily ever after, you offered
But don't ask questions until info conferred.
Tentative and with inward questions afire
But with soft love in my heart for what I admire
I turn aside others' attacks and doubts
Until I can find out what you're about.
Slowly, you begin to unravel as I share
Myself, my heart, my sensitivities I bare
Wrapped up in you and your story
Though the tales are scary, I'm not wary.
Over time, I see the warning signs
And often times would run and hide
Knowing what I see cannot succumb
To what you had promised our life to become.
Flipping back and forth, as fear abounds
Like I'd come face to face with bloodsucking hounds
I retreat and attack and cry to myself
Knowing without you my life will be put on a shelf.
So, I learn that my lesson to be learned
Is to face the pain that my actions have earned
Not to bring on needless sorrow or strife
Because for you it only cuts like a knife.
Learning to love another beside me
Has been the elusive mystery
That I've never been brought to
Until sensitivity showed blossoming in you.
Many months of sharing laughter
And lifting each others' spirits after
Pain is inflicted on one or another
Which our strength we've developed endures together.
Being apart now hurts sometimes
But always now I realize
That our hearts are one as one can be
Reaching through the distance happily.
For when I see you, I know
You will always continue to grow
As long as you are shown love
And remain open to gifts from above.
Never let your feet get stuck
Where negativity is all amuck
For you are meant to blossom full
A rose that the sun does upwardly pull.
Goodbye to Sunday, Today is Monday
So I switch to auto-drive.
It’s a cold, grey steel-edged dawn
And I curse the fates that I was ever born
As I head off to work with my face down-drawn
And shout a goodbye to my wife.
It’s a cold grey, spitting day.
So I stay on auto-drive
I check my watch at the factory gate.
It tells me I’m ten minutes late.
There’s no time to even contemplate
That someone’s having the time of my life.
Every day goes this way
So I stay on auto-drive
I clock in and clock out. I’m left in no doubt
Someone’s having the time of my life.
I work through the days in a robotic daze.
How else am I supposed to survive
When from Monday to Friday, no day is my day?
I’m just the boss’ from nine-to-five.
Then at night the television shows me a vision
Of a world that’s been so contrived
That I know when I own all the things I’ve been shown
I finally will have arrived.
I live for the weekends when being with my friends
Is the only time I feel alive.
I’ll give up one day but it’s once again Monday
So I’m back on to auto-drive.
There’s no use moaning; It’s just Monday morning
And the cold dawn cuts like a knife.
© Barry Freeman - January 2003
"You are the sun in my day, the wind in my sky,
the waves in my ocean, and the beat of my heart. "
_Anonymous
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There are many different kinds of love in life,
its a force of nature out of our control;
and we all know that sometimes it cuts like a knife,
beautiful, magical it fills up our soul.
When I met my true love I fell into his eyes,
and love hit us like lightning and there was a bond;
it can never be turned off and it never dies,
bigger than the wind, rain, the stars, moon and beyond.
The love of family is deep and forever,
my mother and father were my anchor and rock;
the love for my siblings I can never sever,
grandma, grandpa I miss with each tick of the clock.
And love of a pet is the cruelest love of all,
their time on earth is short but their love has no end;
pets teach unconditional love and the downfall,
of this love is for the grief that will never mend.
__________________
January 30, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Love is Unconditional
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1324-885-30
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, What is Love
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 02/08/2021
Second Place
Sometimes I watch the rhythm of the stars
to foretell things not present yet to come
like weather men predict rain, sleet, or snow
the skies send futurity through my thoughts
Im just a man; no more...
yawning dreams of yesterday...
before yesterday occurred
I sleep with time that tease thoughts of tomorrow
a pinch of fate sometimes is all it takes
to witness how the world will wield and break
with humble breath my heart conforms puzzles I preach
believe or not I write to you a theme
that came to me while yawning dreams of yesterday
before yesterday occurred
ill animals plague man to man
the floors of earth will shake beds as they sleep
our moon will tell the sun to low the fire
a scorching heat upon the heads of most...
to top it off the waters will devour souls that weep
without an arc the mystery cuts like a knife
untamed and innocent life
Doth thou light speakth more?
free countries greed with war!
believe or not I write to you a theme
with ink purchased in 1896.
Inside a shallow space I said hello
to me, myself and I and loneliness
secluded see the day does not exist
without a social kiss
with isolation my shape forms a shadow
that darkness only see..
Hibernating inside walls I hide my hands
friends of none my life a shelf of books that bend
I speak again with silent echoes
inside of walls that hide my hands
my ears hear sounds of company
as even birds place feathers of concern atop my released roof
sincerely, Herald Hermit
Cuts like a knife
Destroyed my life
Now i’ll never
Be your wife
You played your games
For 20 years
Whilst i grew old
And felt the fears
A lonely life
Brim full of tears.
A cruel encapsulation.
You are free
And i am not
So now you’ve gone
What have i got -
Absolutely nothing.
I waited like you told me to
Believed in you through and through
But then what did you go and do?
Total annihilation,
Rejection i can handle
Even hatred too
But it’s such a bitter pill
When it comes from you.
I did not like the drama
Of your last goodbye
You chose humiliation
In the public eye
You know the real truth
Of who and what i am
And i always thought
That you'd come up with a plan
All I've ever wanted
Is to be respected
It seems to me that all you’ve done
is make sure i’m rejected.
I just pray that somewhere
There’s still someone who cares
For worthless i am not
Despite your fanfares.