Best Pair Of Scissors Poems

Two swigs of tequilla
Strawberry Daiquri
A pair of scissors
Some anger
Pain
Emptiness
An arm and a leg
Meke a good time
For shedding some blood
Tears anyone?
Breaths feel cool
Taste rebelious....

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It was the first day of first grade I met her,
I used to love to pull her ponytail.
Whenever I tried to speak my words would slur,
my plan to get her attention was an utter fail.

It was the first day of first grade I met him,
he...

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I am cleaning out my junk drawer 
It's been on my list to do 
My junk is over-flowing 
It's now long past over-due 

Inside is my collection 
Of things I sometimes use 
Bits and nails and thumbtacks 
And a dozen odd-size screws 

There's a hammer...

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Mona Lisa why?
Mona Lisa loves sunshine
Rather, speechlessly cries… Why!?

See her left side’s show?
A scared girl’s face through window?!
With her straight blond hair does stroll?

Looking at the sky!?
Where darkness swivels to shine!
Strangely with enormous fright!!

Weirdly, heaven’s daze!?
Scares children as in chess mate!?
Gazing speechless and in vain!?

There’s...

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A teapot has a wonderful wingspan of over five centimetres but a button for a shirt has incredible wings measuring sixty eight point nine metres. This was sure to upset teapot who rather fancied itself as being the largest wing in the house. Blatant blaring...

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I use my hand to write poems that will convince you that my soul has been bleeding from start to end. But this may be a poem for those who think I've been writing from the heart. 
What makes it okay? 
What makes it okay...

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ROCK PAPER SCISSORS

I heard that somewhere in India they say ‘stone paper scissor’
And my bible says they stoned James to death, 
I am hoping I am not to be stoned, for what I would say
And I pray the Angels may ‘bear me up in their...

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The lives I impact are numerous
we don't see the ripples of water that rupture other peoples days
even the tiniest action can deteriorate a mountain
We wonder and whisper hypothesis but we forget about how inanimate objects feel 
Assuming they don't matter is a like a solecism
except...

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Based on something said in a Jimmy Swaggart sermon...a tale of too late

Looking for that liar who sold my soul for sin
Taking a treasure chest of Godly wisdom and casting it to the wind
Break and bend...bruise and bleed until divinity gets bled dry
Now ten thousand...

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There is nothing more gladdening
Than sorrow at parting-leaving the villege
Though my loosening mat i'll miss
No more owl or the snake hiss
In the jungle greenery resides
Thatches on our house cools the ray 
Of  the sun like a pair of scissors
Cutting the blanket of dawn from...

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You're a waste of a man
The last choice for a sane person
The weirdest weirdo amidst weirdos
You just don't fit in —
Like a pole climbing strap
Trying to be forced into a blue Jeans
What an abuse of the word, Belt...

You're not the tallest
Nor the darkest
Neither are you...

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As I approach the staunch realization that we are the poisonous creatures
Plaguing the very mother that nurtures our brittle and deplorable existence
We cross our arms seeking the unexplained comfort we think we know
Leaning back in the chair that coddles us with the rock and roll...

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The vines are taking over,
Unstoppable at their rate,
Like monsters in the graveyard,
Or something from outer space,
Green with sticky suckers,
Grabbing all insight,
Don’t venture down that pathway,
They lurk there in the night
Wrapping around your body,
Strangled is your fate,
They beckon as they call you,
To stop your circulate,
With telepathic...

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Your presence is like a thin fabric
That I wear here and now with comfort
Unveiled through each breath I take 

My eyesight like a pair of scissors,
Slices through with each blink you mirror
An ordinary day becomes a day in the life

Through the ripples of your touch
I...

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There is a feeling
There is a feeling
There is a feeling
In the air

I havent seen you in ages
I didnt know you're contageous 
Now I wake up every morning
feeling poisoned- 
So I took a pair of scissors
And I cut you out my pictures
And I know this sounds...

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