Best Hatchet Poems

Hannah, I haven't seen or heard you cry
not in the gray of winter day
or in the cold silence of our prisoner nights,
the others can hardly keep up with you on the marches
your face is changeless as polished steel
and you speak like thunder in the distance...
Would...

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I've never seen a baby so merry as Martha...
They say March newborns are bellwethers for blissful Springs Mary...
Hannah, Haverhill has been a hard place to call home
I'm sorry about Elizabeth's hanging, 
Thomas has honored you with every ounce of his heart, 
eight of your children...

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Hatchet in the tree
Hatchet in the snow
A snowman’s hand gripped
A snowman slashed low
Low falls the timber
Low level UV light
Light reflects white
Light will then entice
Entice by photoelectric effect
Entice by photons in cadence
In cadence with yuletide
In cadence with Christmas time
Time is itself a gift
Time and time again
Again...

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Of all the things I do resent,
Time takes most precedence;
For He's a Thief- the giver of Grief,
And a Lover of the Present...

Today he plots to plague my thoughts,
And wrought His plans for Pain!
Ideals are fraught, my Mind hath caught-
His buried hatchet in my Brain...

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The genesis of its life;
 Inadvertent step on the toe.
 The little dark seed is planted;
 A spark starts a fire.
 An enemy is born.
 The valley of the shadow 
 Of unforgiveness;
 A fiery way for hatred
 Roasts dark
 The heart borne out of...

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Nobody ever forgets where he buried the hatchet. ~ Kin Hubbard 

Riley was a control freak
barking orders at his wife
who'd scurry like a timid mouse
knowing if she didn't conform
a barrage of blows would rain down on her body

Of course, he made certain
not to mar her...

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I remember their faces, every single one.
Crying for help, but no one would come.
Short ones, fat ones, skinny and tall.
One by one, I hacked through them all.
Someone must stop me, I beg you to try.
Though it won’t matter, for you will still die.
Victims have tried,...

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I've argued and fought
But nothing's changed you
So I'll bury the hatchet
Only after it runs through you body
Cutting and hacking
Impailing your skin with vengeful force
It's been so long since my last tear
But the pain lingers back in my mind
Buried by the love of another
The shaken voices...

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Burying The Hatchet
©Ben Burton 4/7/2018

When burying the hatchet, make it deep
Thus none who travels by might ever see
That designee of senseless, squandered time
Wherein the guilt lies not in any crime
Save arrogance or stubborness gone wild
Which should have been abandoned as a child
The path that leads...

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Donald Trump promised a Flat Tax
But cuts are more "Hi!" chat than axe
As sly as a fox
The Trumps loot Fort Knox
With lies quite shy of the facts...

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lust is a silky feather to the loins - a rusty hatchet to the soul...

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Sitting on a stone my hands brushing against the cold water
I gaze upon the night sky searching my reason in the heavenly bodies 
floating up in the universe...
The secluded life which I had chosen away from all the hustle 
and noise of the humans, was...

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burst of hatchet
aroma of pine
woods in winter....

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He was a hatchet-faced guy and snaggle-toothed.
Most said he was a good guy,
but sometimes it happens 
with snaggle-toothed hatched faced guys,
in time they get itchy,
the kind of itch you can't buy a cream for.
After the first murder he felt better,
after the second, better still,
after the...

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I'd got out the hammer, the hatchet and pliers
To attack the package of plastic and wires.
     But the fix was so tricky,
     The stickum so sticky,
I'd not even scratched it when I set it on fire!...

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