Knives Poems

Knives

These knives cut so deep it hurts
Please God remove these knives and heal the wounds 
The first stab come from malnourishment 
Then another jab kicked out at 15 
Before I know what I’m slashed with another knife  sh*tty ass living arrangement 
The Devil last and says I’m not still not done with you 
So

When you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off knives

A silver spoon or a knife
They are both made out of metal
One showed strife 
The other one disguise as a skettle
The edges are sharp, the wounds are real
But they don’t hurt as much as feeling unlovable 
“I’ll do anything for you “ is all i want to hear
It got me doing the unthinkable 
I would

shadows

hunger for love is the worst temptation,
a bitter, yearning persuasion.
many get it so easily, so sweet,
but i know sugar’s only for the weak.
love for me stings in aching grief,
with a metallic aftertaste beneath.
me, i taste the blood on my tongue
and not for a moment i wish it’d go numb.
so i learn, with each bite, to

Stop knives

Her wings are sharp and rusty
Her might is all a musty
Tears of rust she cries
As another soul dies
Someone minding their buisness
Not in a gang just walking the street
Going home after work to make ends meet
But they met with the angel of death
One quick stab they took their last breath
A breath that could have been saved
But

Stop knives

Her wings are sharp and rusty
Her might is all a musty
Tears of rust she cries
As another soul dies
Someone minding their buisness
Not in a gang just walking the street
Going home after work to make ends meet
But they met with the angel of death
One quick stab they took their last breath
A breath that could have been saved
But

Deeper Than Knives

My mother’s words cut deeper than knives.
They slash me and live deep inside my skin. 
Tr’velling to my heart, they eat me alive. 
Negative remarks radiate within. 

“I could just murder you right now, you witch.”
I keep telling mys’lf I don’t believe her,
But the more she talks, the less i can r’sist. 
They mult’ply and

In Memory of Pocket Knives

On those long days
when it was too hot to ride
or run, a boy would find
an island of cool beneath
a tree and sit there 
with his pocket knife
to whittle away time
and a piece of wood.
A good blade could shape 
the hull of a model boat
or thinly peel an apple
or carve a name clean
into the smooth bark

Steel Pointed Angel Made of Knives

steel pointed angel made of knives
epitome of juxtaposition
shiny, beautiful, glitzy, welcoming
also crass, sharp, frightening, dangerous
what mind thought to build her?
she shows both sides of every woman
scary really

Screaming Agony

Twinge of feelings stir in my bosom
every time your eyes meet mine
reminding me of the scars of our walk
leaving trails of bitterness within
How I wish to show you
how deep your knives cut through my soul
yet you only end up seeing 
how much can my heart bleed for yours

Spider On a Web of Knives

Demons go around the world all night,
They do their deals with humans from far away, 
This is why demons aren't scary,
It's the things at daytime that are.

A spindling spider falls down from the sky,
On it's web of mesmerising blood-stained knives,
Everyone is scared, phobias acting up,
'why go down?' it says 
'when hell is both down and

Thrust and Slash

THRUST AND SLASH

A sword in a scabbard, hung from the belt
For the Teutonic Knights, it costs much geld
Heated and tempered but it does not melt
Most blades are l straight and double sided
Easy to draw as the long blade is guided
To the old Eastern mind, such is derided
The Moorish influence is in Toledo still
With a special

Hide the Steak Knives

 I’ll make ya feel it and make ya throb it
 and I’ve been known to cut it and lob it.
   So before ya get sliced
   ya might wanna think twice
 cos no one cheats on Lorena Bobbitt!.


     Written: December 2015

Knives and Intention

Drawn with anger,
Drawn with bitterness,
To attack, hurt and possibly kill,
He doesn't want to play the second fiddle,
He wants to be at the helm of affairs,
To be unseated is to be irrelevant,
To have a rival is to be partly significant,  
All eyes must look up to him,
All obeisance must be accrued to him,
He is ready

Fears and Knives

My mind ruled the roost in my little world.
My mind is the fury below the calm water flow.
My mind is the darkness behind the blue summer sky.
My mind is revenge for all the cries in your life.

My mind is your weapon even in hindsight.
My mind is yours forever not just for today or tonight.
My mind

Here Come the Knives

There's two knights laid out before me.
I've got two knives coming up behind me.
When I stand up and belt out a warning. 
These blades will show me no mercy. 

I'm fresh out of ideas.
How can I master you?
I haven't got a clue.
How can you blame me?
There's no mercy.
No remorse.
No matter what you do.

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