Best Scissor Poems
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raven, lush, sleek skein
three-inched lengthy mane
spawned fluke - halcyon shimmer
in months sweet relish
crave to embellish
vanished bubbles - I wither.
gripping the scissor
I am in dither
LOVE gave me the axe - slayed me
chose to cut this crown
to erase this frown
"NEW ME" nestling ... no glee.
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*-* jun-jun villanueva
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Need to do something constructive so I don't fall to my doom.
Rock, paper, scissor (before I go a howlin' at the moon)
Rock for the times when life's really on a roll
Emotion into rhythm, stabbing, bleeding from a soul
Paper holding the weight of what I'm throwing out from my pen
I carry words around until they escape from me again
Scissor sharp skills can cut the f#ck out of a rug
But life's not a dance unless addicted like a drug.
If you go to the sea...
please throw in a stone for me...
for then the ripples that follow travel to where the earth bleeds...
They wash over the pain...
travel back around again...
coming back as the tide with lost souls of the slain...
I’ll carry them with me...
until the day that I die...
and that alone old friend explains the look in my eyes...
When you start to cry...
and your tears come like a flood...
let them fall into an ocean that pays for all the blood...
Sea paper scissor stones...
a game we all know...
but they’re playing with a hand that makes us all miss a go...
We are all to blame...
when the wild cannons roar...
if we really wanted peace then we’d open up that door...
We could one day stay in bed...
fill the money men with dread...
for if we weren’t turning the cogs the machine would lay dead...
Oh we won’t hear your lies...
we won’t care what you say...
leave you bloody in your sorrow praying for yesterday...
Now are you done making martyrs...
for a news paper fix...
as you twist the words of one who writhes on your crucifix...
No you couldn’t just hear him...
as one speaking of love...
no you had to write a book that rains down fire from above...
Yes you kill all our prophets..
and corrupt all their seeds...
no not a lot has changed since old Gethsemane...
But I know what you fear...
you can’t keep the soul down...
and one day in our voices your dark souls will drown...
I hope we’ll come to see...
that we we're all born free...
and all you’ve got to do to get it back is throw away your greed...
So when you’re standing on the shore...
watching the sun go down...
sing this song and throw your stone and watch the waves come back around...
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©David Nickle Read 2015
The scissor-
Twins like cup and saucer
Eyed,but no vission
Waiting for commands like a soldier
Tells,"single hand can't clap, come together"
Cuts like politicians
Wounds won't bleed
A house hold like a wife
CUTE WENDS SCISSOR HANDS
It’s lock down in Jozi, a state of emergency
As you know,
Wends my hair dresser sent me a what’s app,
Haven’t seen her for Three weeks or so,
She’s bored, so started to cut her front and back
Lawn with her scissors,
As for now has no customers, so does not use
Her salon’s mirrors!
A surgical scissor cuts
To heal a man out of sorts
The surgeon operates the malignance
To remove the cancer of belligerence
Scissor Sharpener
The scissor sharpener in the
kitchen drinks blood plasma and
medieval words.