Cutting Poems - Poems about Cutting

What of pride and presentation When time is short in duration? An octagon out of a square... Proverbial scissors used there. It is what it is - this, I hear Constantly in and out each ear. A triangle meets hexagon In repetition,...Read the rest...

The duck has great features others lack - Like water runs right off his back. But for this hack, it’s too much work To address that green-headed jerk....Read the rest...

Our final night in Montreal, To take a break from fries, We saw a nice Italian place We thought we’d patronize. We ordered salad, beer and wine And, perfect for our sharing, An interesting pizza Which they took their time preparing. When it...Read the rest...

In the back floorboard empty Boones Farm bottles, rattled to the rhythm of lust without love. Fourteen and her world was a different backseat, staring at another gray rooftop above. He’d abandoned them so many years ago, it was hard...Read the rest...

Tear by on a Friday Doing 75 down Sharon Road Short cut up north through the federal woods Back here No one knows from US-127 About the clear-cutting as far as the eye can see Or the heads of hills chopped...Read the rest...

Sky filters through scant woods printing a cold sunlight on shadowed tree trunks. Only December has this light, it both scours and forages, it scythes away all heaped-up flotsam. A December wind, sings its own death song. Ice hangs unseen upon the...Read the rest...

Broken glass Shattered mirrors Telling lies Backward fears Searching not seeking What is wrong Chaos of pain Printed ink Weathered not stained Blood in the sink Crying I find peace when the blade leaves my hand....Read the rest...

The porch-potted have attenuated into stick insects. Geraniums are hallowed be dark moons, Fragility turns to desiccation. The red tin watering can is iced over by a fallen sun. Of a sudden, a yawning dawn freezes, is pinned to a fixed grimace. Unlock the...Read the rest...

Glass is such a clear material keep it clean for you to see nothing can be hidden from it especially when you're up a tree Take a look in that mirror it makes no mistake about you shows every wrinkle and...Read the rest...

It hurts for a bit, But after awhile I just got used to it I feel like a joke So this is my way to cope I stopped cutting My wrists And started cutting My thighs Now it's easier to hide...Read the rest...

It’s satisfying Red drops spilling onto white tile Ruining the beautiful innocence of happiness I once had, stains on the pristine floor of an expensive bathroom in an expensive house It’s satisfying because it’s damage I did...Read the rest...

In shadows deep, where anguish thrives, A poem dances, with cutting knives. Its verses etched in wounds so raw, Unveiling pain, our deepest flaw. Oh, melancholy, cruel and vast, Embrace my words, and hold them fast. Let them bleed upon this...Read the rest...

In shadows deep, where sorrows lie, A tale unfolds, of pain and I. Within the realm of cutting's art, A haunting journey, tearing hearts. Oh, wretched blade, so cold and keen, Unveiling scars, a hidden scene. Upon the flesh, it dances...Read the rest...

The mirrored door of our medicine cabinet came off its hinges today. You were searching for the waterproof band-aids you made me buy because every time you have a cut you wash your hands thrice...Read the rest...

Tiny hairs on the porcelain sink– Ants on honeydew...Read the rest...