Cut Up Poems - Poems about Cut Up

... Green grass, cut once or twice weekly A CEO might shave twice a day Edges and hedges trimmed nicely too Manicure, pedicure in seven days due Rolling lawns with everyth......Read the rest...

...What we affirm now, has been said before but know dear soul, the word is not the thing and so shifting from thinking to feeling, being a melding of head with the heart, in staid silence, negating......Read the rest...

...A Mother is a person who has unconditional love Whose a protector, steadfast, like a guardian from above A guide to show you a good path in life and comfort when things cut you down like a knife ......Read the rest...

...I am becoming. I am shedding skin to Divest. I am developing. I am no longer preparing For something. I am depending on myself To know when it's time To cut the string And let the e......Read the rest...

...Killed by their blindness and narrow mindedness, revenge at such a cost. When plight abounds, trees become unsound, cut them off before the forest is lost. ......Read the rest...

...Old growth forests are a sight to behold Humans wiping them out makes me angry Politicos who support this can go to Hell Angel Oaks,giant cedars and Redwoods ......Read the rest...

...you remember that one time when ava fell off the swings and cut her knee? how everyone laughed at her for her childish hubris in thinking she could jump and land, unscathed, from that high a distan......Read the rest...

...I used to hate you, I don't anymore most of the time I wish I did, You were the kind of person I would expect to be there for me, Expectations and reality differ greatly. Early realisation, if I ......Read the rest...

...In those days we had to make do and mend. Milk bottles we would rinse out and return. Kellogg’s cartons we collect for children to cut and paste and learn creative art. Rinsed food cans collected......Read the rest...

...Sri Lal A Fire Rises A fire rises in the pit of the gut— and I forget myself. At the grey langur’s door, I give up. I cut my hair, dance bare in the Bhadra rain. Who am I? I ask myself......Read the rest...

..."Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress" - Daniel Henry Rodgers The hourglass, a skeletal jester, mocks in the tomb's chill, Each falling grain an emaciated ......Read the rest...

...The English language slapped me down. I stabbed it thrice in its flabby gut. I threw it in a pond to drown. I asked myself as I made each cut, “Is this lexical abuse?”......Read the rest...

...If tears don't run salty into the bowl of lentils of life, you don't know the seasoning of pain, It's just a breeze, a transient wind over your infinite fields of indifference. When you weep, tasti......Read the rest...

...I opened up the window, the street noise came crashing in. Pushing sadness in the hole where my heart once should have been. I see the crumpled bed sheets, where the two of us would lie. It......Read the rest...

...Come join us tonight people where the bright lights illumine. Be sure to pick up a free multi-colored balloomin While I showcase my special double self-lobotomy Performed by just me in my new la......Read the rest...