Knife Poems - Poems about Knife

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 not from a flytrap, using my big claws not a knife, Love...

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A knife lie in her bed, her hand rests atop the hilt. The satin maple bed frame lie bare beneath her fingers, And the aliferous knife lie skin warm in the cradle of her hand. A pile of gossamer shavings grow on her sheets, Surrounded by splinters near her pillow- concealed by soft down. She awaits the conception of a fish, Sat...

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The canvas waits beneath a tempered blade. A pale silver knife, not forged for war, I wield. I paint the silence that the wounds betrayed. The sky lies torn in strokes of celeste shade, each slash more raw, no truth left unrevealed— the canvas waits beneath a tempered blade. No brush can bruise the dark the way I’ve flayed these hues loose,...

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You held the knife. All along I thought it was fine because you held the knife But apparently everything was wrong I was wrong Wrong about you and all that I thought you could be I thought I could trust you. But no. You held the knife facing me Waiting for your chance Holding the handle with all you might As it sits in...

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The heather weeps, a purple bruise, Across the glens, the chilling news. No bagpipes drone a mournful sound, But sirens wail on hallowed ground. A thistle bleeds, its prickling crown, As innocence is stricken down. Young eyes, once bright with Highland fire, Now gleam with something dark and dire. The steel they flash, a twisted boast, A stolen childhood, dearly lost. Each shadowed lane, a...

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Ollie onion had never been this mad in his life He turned all his anger on the kitchen knife How dare you try to peel me, you interloper, he said. The knife was embarrassed, his face turned red. I did not know that you were alive, he admitted. No one told me this, I am confused, he spitted. Ollie was not...

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Golly, gee willikers, gee whiz My punch lines have lost all their fizz ~ Where has that fizz gone It’s missing since dawn ~ Critics say:...

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i guess you don't know i have the butter knife and i know what's in your closet clueless fools you, my mom - your wife living in some other world you know nothing of my life the butter knife is more than fantasy it is the key to open up the closet door maybe i won't be here anymore I can not explain it, from another shore you know what's...

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Cut throat Cut knife Its double edged life Blood drips Life slips Whispers gone away Nothing to say Young lives losts Souls gone forever All because people think there clever Brainwashed into senselessness Adding to there so called cleverness Innocent angels Dirty devils The sense of all evil Big or small Should have no knives at all Bring in a license to use Up the age limit Use a...

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… You advance by the step, destined to accelerate my heartbeat; I have a tendency to feign nonchalant despite my rapid, unsteady breathing. Petrification courses through me as you stop, millimeters in front of me; shockingly, your touch is quite gentle as you tilt my chin upwards, I notice your grin. It seems as if you want me...

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A knife on the desk "To be or not to be" says The intrusive thoughts ...

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Betrayal cuts deepest when it wears a smile, a friend turned foe, a shadow turned to blade. You plotted with my enemies, unseen, waiting for the moment to strike your blow, believing trust once shattered could destroy. But know that karma stands, a silent judge, the friend who writes the ledger of our deeds. Each wound you left became a spark in...

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When I’m with you, It fills up my entire body. This isn’t love, It’s hatred. It’s despair. And It’s ugly. When you’ll finally see me, That’s what you’ll see. I know it, So please, don’t know. Someday, I’ll give you my petal, For you to feel me, See me empty and naked. I can’t help but hope you’ll see a little girl, She’s smiling. I want her to. It’s not right,...

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We found him lying on the cold Stainless table inside the morgue With only a thin piece of cloth Draped over him, still as moth. He didn’t come home the night before, So we just left an unlocked door; At noon next day a neighbor came, Who heard on the radio a name That somehow sounded much like his. Stunned, we hoped it was...

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