Best Knife Poems

See the darkness that surrounds us
You are safe from all your crimes
Lift your knife
Oh and take your sweet little time my sweet

     Stab me, stab me, blood flows, are we free?
     Stab me, stab me, love glows,...

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I am a word, a simple scribble - ink arranged on empty page;
I'm voiced with passion from a preacher's pulpit, or the actor's stage.
I'm sprayed in hate on subway walls or whispered in a lover's ear.
I am the poet's knife; his lyric few will sing,...

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She said she'd make some sandwiches,
he told her he could do it better.
She said, “Here, I’ve fixed some cold cuts!”
All he said was, “nuts!”

She told him she could cook Chinese
he told her he could do it better.
She said, “Here, I made Chop Suey!”
All he said...

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I am young
I am old
I am soft
I am bold
I can laugh
I can cry
I can quit
Still, I can try
Days they pass
Turn to night
Then come dreams
Lost in flight
Can't change the world
Can't stop the rain
But if I could
I would end all of the pain
For I am one
In all...

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I have found that throughout life
You can be a needle or a knife.

Either you heal, repair, and bind
Or sever, injure, and divide.

With words and deeds we so ordain
To be arbiters of peace or pain,

To fasten tight or slash apart,
To cherish or to break a heart.

Each...

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At The Knife Edge Of That Deep, Dark Abyss

I that was born on a dark, stormy night
So gifted at young age, deeper insight,
Lead to safety of ever brighter Light
Freed from darkest of dark, began to write.

A child begging Nature to my pleas hear
Oft with whimpering...

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As I rummage through the cabbage patch of general affairs,
I’m made aware of certain signs of cultural decline.
I see it written in the talon marks of chem-trails overhead,
Confirming all my pet conspiracy theories.
It’s rooted in the topsoil of a flat earth conviction.
It’s every suburban legend’s...

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I lost my mind
somewhere 
between the seconds    ticking
God left 
and the devil punched in


Stray winds
dark and long
blew coldly on my paper sails
as 
things I thought I knew 
sank away
down into lightless fathoms


And when 
in answer to my begging letters
a bashful dawn bled...

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So what
Don't give me that look
It was just a cut
I am no crook

I feel better
To see my arm bleed
You yell, "Get Her"
But the cut is my feed

Why do you make me stop?
It doesn't hurt that bad
You are not some sort of cop
Cutting makes me glad

I...

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He whittled away
A very large branch
That in 6,000 days
Was part of his ranch

Yet not just the branch
Or a tree or two
He whittled a forest
Full, through and through

For this man and knife
Both aptly named, Jack
Had spent half their life
Constructing a shack

Jack’s knife was quite big
With hammer...

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My old friend, my "Uncle Henry" knife, has been with me most of my days.  No matter what, through thick and thin, I have had him in my pocket for sixty-four years.  I received my first knife the same day I received my...

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If you could relive one day of your life..
time lost, now retrieved for just a short while.
To thrust old scheming machinations knife,
or return healing to a lover's smile.

Such a fretted frittering those lost days,
though ones you and I will remember most.
Passions reared high in servile...

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I tried to reach out, blink in silence and say my words, but there is a lost syllable and a forgiven diction. I buried my art, my passion. 

I tried to tear my skin apart, carve in silence and swim in the blood, but there...

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Talking about life.

Not about how beautiful it is
or how blessed we are,
not about how crafty it is, 
in jamming its cruel knife.

Simply talking about life.

Not about what a masterstroke it is
or how amazingly it is decimated,
not about our love or spite.

Just talking about life.

Should i...

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In spring we come out to see life,
out from our long cold winter's nap.
Bears are so loving not wildlife.
Love can be grand.

I am your big fun bear asap,
you are my fury playful wife,
I love to see you in gift-wrap.

Tonight we need some fun nightlife,
eating fish...

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