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I know that silence you hold in your chest,
The scream behind smiles, the ache in your rest.
Where love means walking a thin wire line,
And his “I’m sorry” feels like a red warning sign.
I know all the lies and the secrets you hide—
what would they say if the truth got outside?
You map every bruise like it’s something you earned,
Like pain is a lesson you somehow deserved.
Wiped your own blood off the floor with numbness and pain.
Convinced you’re at fault for his anger, his reign.
You trace every bruise like a map of your blame,
While he walks unbothered, untouched by the shame.
But I’ve been there too—with concussions and shame,
Convincing myself I was somehow to blame.
If I’d only been quieter… better… more kind,
Maybe the monster would leave me behind.
But he never left — he just shifted his role,
Love became silence that swallowed me whole.
I defended the hands that left bruises behind,
Told doctors and friends, “It’s nothing — I’m fine.”
He broke more than bones—he rewrote my name,
even taught my children I should carry the blame.
He shattered my voice with each cruel word,
Until I no longer trusted what I even heard.
Threats, control, and all my things smashed,
Every piece of my dignity he slowly trashed.
He twisted my thoughts, erased who I was,
Still I stayed, claiming he had a cause.
But I finally broke free though I bled, crawled and ran.
Now I rise not as his—but as my own woman.
And to every woman still caught up in that storm—
a whole world awaits where it’s safe and it’s warm.
I know you feel broken. You’re not too far gone.
it doesn’t mean you were weak just because you held on.
You believed his words you’ve heard many times
Felt your wings break, felt your worth decline.
I’ve been there dear girl, right where you are-
It cuts like a knife and it will leave a scar.
You’ve done nothing wrong, please understand-
He’s the one with the problem, only yours to withstand.
Stand strong girl, be brave have courage to cope-
Get your thoughts together and grab on to hope.
There’s laughter, there’s love, sunlight awaits your face,
A future that’s yours—your truth, your own space.
He is not your destiny. I’m sorry, He never was.
You are a miracle, not born to his laws.
You’re still breathing, still standing, still strong.
And one day, you’ll prove he was so damn wrong.
I'm now in the 3rd chapter of the Relationship Epidemic as I focus on the role of the female
They say one man's trash is another man's treasure, so my girl is my seashell
Since before time, women were loyal before a man is
The backbone of a family, hello, they give birth to the kids
They rarely get lazy
Unlike men who complain about labor pains, but can't show you the baby
Being deprived of attention is what a woman can't stand
If you can't keep up, they grab another dude by the hand
Females left and right can be lovable
As well as gullible
Giving, receiving, and at times also
Deceiving
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" saying is so true
Bite her first she'll bite back twice as hard shame on you
If there's one thing they hate
Is never being on a date
Never comfortable with a nice night in the house
Because they feel trapped like a mouse
That's what I see with girls that are younger
More likely to look for love in the wrong places to satisfy that hunger
When they get cheated on
Or beaten on
They can't trust a male so they turn lesbian or bisexual
Love/sex life is more perpetual
That vision can be perplexible
However it makes life more flexible
It's easy to understand why they want the finer things in life
After all who doesn't, it cuts like a knife
They value commitment, its extensive
We all know women are sensitive
All of that serotonin in the brain
Mistrust on her heart, what soap will wipe off that stain
Mothers, sisters, wives bring some of the pain
Aunts, girlfriends, grandmothers turn snow into rain
A female will never love you in vain
They crave attention, if they don't get it they feel shame
Cheat on a guy and say they're the one to blame
Messed up right?
Do the Right Thing like Spike Lee
No, that's ok girls rather be sneaky
Coretta Scott King, she's so royal
Even after Dr. King got shot, she stayed loyal
Asked my girl if I died, will she get over me
She said not so quick
Replace me? Who will?
That's a different pick
But that's neither here nor there
Good and bad females everywhere
Love attracts girls like plants and meat attracts bears
They can be a man's best friend
To the end
As well as nightmare
Break a woman's heart if you dare
The Age of Innocence
The age of innocence now far behind
The levels of love pass slowly by
The elusive joyous one to find
The drive diminishing to even try
Then a voice within cries out
This is not your time to despair
This is what it is all about
The love that teaches you to care
I do not understand this voice
I want, I need, I must receive!
In this there is no choice
I cannot accept this and believe
I am different from the rest
I have special needs to be fulfilled
I must be the one caressed
I must not give in or yield
To any voice that would demand
That I have not the love I desire
To have not these flames fanned
The flesh is what I strongly require
The flesh that will be my addiction
That comforts and elates
The constant need without restriction
To loyalty with mates
I must have these loving creatures
I cannot concern myself with lesser matters
I am not concerned with features
I am not concerned with a heart that shatters
This went on, such a frenzied life
Until the hearts that become the stone
That sharpens the love that cuts like a knife
Left me in pain, bleeding and all alone
The love I was addicted to
So fleeting and unfulfilling
Was not doing what it should do
And slowly I lost all feeling
I now began to look around
Suspended in time and space
Listening to life without a sound
With only myself to face
Then, as I trembled, a light revealed
The way to find love sublime
The many wounds can now be healed
As love flows outward time after time
There is a source to be found
The river of perfect love
That cannot by flesh be bound
The one that can only come from above
This is not my time to despair
This is what it is all about
The love that teaches me to care
And turn my life inside out
I still want the touch of a gentle hand
I desire the love but know
That love given without demand
Is the true direction of the flow
Now I have love without reservation
As the river washes away the fear
As it passes through me, in observation
I see the Age of Innocence very near.
As I sit with pen in hand, a canvas of white
A void that begs to be filled with the whispers of my heart
Each word a brushstroke, a color that takes flight
A symphony of emotions, a dance that sets us apart
The weight of ink is crushing, a burden I bear
With every line, a piece of me is laid bare
The vulnerability stings, like a winter's chill air
But still I write, for in the words, I find solace there
In the silence, I hear the echoes of my past
A chorus of memories, a melody that will forever last
Each note a thread, weaving a tapestry so vast
A story of love, of loss, of joy, of sorrow, forever cast
With every phrase, a piece of my soul takes flight
A fragment of my heart, a shard of my inner light
It's a risk, a gamble, to bare my emotions so bright
But in the words, I find a truth, a beauty that ignites
The words flow like a river, a current that's hard to tame
A force that's driven by the emotions that I cannot claim
They swirl and eddy, a whirlpool that's deep and wide
A reflection of my soul, a mirror that won't subside
In the darkness, I find the light, a spark that guides
A beacon that illuminates the path, where my heart resides
The words are a solace, a comfort that abides
A reminder that I'm not alone, that my heart is not divided
The poet's craft is a mystery, a magic that's hard to define
A alchemy of emotions, a transmutation of the heart's design
It's a dance with the unknown, a leap of faith in the dark
A trust that the words will come, and the emotions will embark
With every poem, a piece of me is left behind
A fragment of my soul, a thread of my heart's design
It's a legacy of love, a testament to the human mind
A reminder that we're not alone, that our hearts are intertwined
In the end, it's not just words, but a piece of my life
A reflection of my soul, a mirror that cuts like a knife
It's a risk, a gamble, to bare my emotions so bright
But in the words, I find a truth, a beauty that ignites.
I wrote this in memory of my uncle.
Flowers die and pictures fade,attempting
to erase every memory ever made.
Letters are lost while the clouds roll in,
letting the rain pour and the sadness begin.
Feelings are lost and people pass on,showing
us we're the one's who have to be strong.
GOD gives us strength to keep our head held high,
not letting the wonders of the world pass by.
Love everyday and you will see,miracles
happen when you believe.
Nothing can stop you from living your life,
even when the pain cuts like a knife.
Some family we've lost and some still remain,
leaving only love and happiness to be gained.
Some memories fade while the best never die,
leaving you with feelings of wanting to laugh and cry.
People make the biggest impact without even trying,
then everything changes when they are dying.
Ton's of faces get lost in the crowd,
to your surprise certain one's stand out.
GOD gives you love and never leaves you alone,
providing a loving family along with a good home.
Life will bear obstacles and put you to the test,
but you have to be strong and always try your best.
Never back down from any hardship thrown your way,
it will make you stronger until your last day.
Say what you feel in your heart and never back down, even
when your taking your last breath take one last look around.
Angels are singing a song only you can hear,
complete the last part with an open heart,
and absolutely no fear.
Flowers will die and pictures will fade,
but your memory is one that will always stay.
In Loving Memory of my Uncle
You will be missed dearly.
MAY 28th 2012
Standing strong there on your sacred ground
As the wind, so wild, blows through your inherent warrior being
It breaks all the silence without a sound
But your ancestors are calling you to defend or defeat all you are seeing
Then out of the bightest moon comes the telling of all your life
Which races faster than any immortal's power
And right there, in the shuffling of your dreams it cuts like a knife
Remembering who you are at this hour
With thoughts rushing, you give words to the wind
Which is now all that's left of this winters sound
Employing its power and consuming its strengths
Knowing that fear destroys,you hold your battleground
Head held high you are seen, you have come a long way
Temptation may find you, but your vision shall not stray
For this celtic queen will fight all, come what may
Budika's blood inside you, will not be spilled this day
Now branches are swaying breaking out their sound
As nature now answers to ease your inner fears
Across this lonely forest's trembling ground
You listen for sounds that no-one else hears
So at one with the devine you embrace all its hunger
Sharing your emotions with a force so much younger
This natural energy has accepted you blind
In spirit, in soul, in body and mind
In an instant you ask for the knowledge to see
The secrets in life which can help set you free
From a world thats so wartorn with famine and strife
To a world full of hope love and peace throughout life
So this knowledge is given and you now understand
These spirits will guide you as they take your hand
With your thoughts of doubt and fear now gone
The future is clear your new life has just begun.......
Pove!..
You promised me anticipation
Of a fantasy future upon introduction
Happily ever after, you offered
But don't ask questions until info conferred.
Tentative and with inward questions afire
But with soft love in my heart for what I admire
I turn aside others' attacks and doubts
Until I can find out what you're about.
Slowly, you begin to unravel as I share
Myself, my heart, my sensitivities I bare
Wrapped up in you and your story
Though the tales are scary, I'm not wary.
Over time, I see the warning signs
And often times would run and hide
Knowing what I see cannot succumb
To what you had promised our life to become.
Flipping back and forth, as fear abounds
Like I'd come face to face with bloodsucking hounds
I retreat and attack and cry to myself
Knowing without you my life will be put on a shelf.
So, I learn that my lesson to be learned
Is to face the pain that my actions have earned
Not to bring on needless sorrow or strife
Because for you it only cuts like a knife.
Learning to love another beside me
Has been the elusive mystery
That I've never been brought to
Until sensitivity showed blossoming in you.
Many months of sharing laughter
And lifting each others' spirits after
Pain is inflicted on one or another
Which our strength we've developed endures together.
Being apart now hurts sometimes
But always now I realize
That our hearts are one as one can be
Reaching through the distance happily.
For when I see you, I know
You will always continue to grow
As long as you are shown love
And remain open to gifts from above.
Never let your feet get stuck
Where negativity is all amuck
For you are meant to blossom full
A rose that the sun does upwardly pull.
Once, When Darkness Invaded Peaceful Sleep
There are moon shadows, moving out tonight,
More numerous than sad dreams in my head-
I call for wild horses to race from bed,
Into calmer realms of vast silent dead!
Within that place, silence cuts like a knife,
And too soon I taste that old dragon's smell-
Shocked to find myself in this ghostly hell
Where lost souls live a muted afterlife!
Now nightmare takes another darker twist,
Doors appear labeled, fair, yes, no, and foul-
Praying to escape but not knowing how
Fear grips, for through each door evil exists!
Aghast, at the decision which to choose,
Emerging fire forces me to leap quick-
Through first door marked fair, suddenly struck sick
Confirmed, hell's choices one will always lose!
Sick and fallen, I rise to find at my feet,
Huge serpents with long fangs and evil hiss-
In deep anger, I cry- "Enough of this!"
Come on out so one us can meet defeat!
Thunderous boom and wicked voice screams back
You are not the first to dare challenge me-
Each weak soul thought only of victory
I've one loss, my many wins I've lost track!
Now recovered and in defiant voice
Righteous anger surging in angry heart-
I vowed to tear that devil all apart
Decision made, I leaped, his throat my first choice!
On contact great power flew into me
Herculean strength surging in each arm-
In that monster's eyes, showed newfound alarm
It soon whimpering, begged to set me free!
Dawn's bright light streaming through windowpane
I laughed at such a long and most foolish dream-
But then, voice boomed out- "We won as a team"
You know me, I need not further explain!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-18-2017
Rhyme, ( Nightmare Tales And Other Odd Things)
A single tear-drop trickles from her eyes…
as she looks for answers from the skies,
in the twinkling of an eye her baby girl dies,
without a chance to say goodbye.
A cry of pain, a wail of plea…
gave way to trembling knees.
Angry bullets faster than lightning,
from emotionless men who are so frightening!
Yesterday she was her bundle of joy…
now today she is no longer there to enjoy.
Her tears fall like rain…
as she moves motionless through the crowd,
her body numb to every touch.
Clutching onto anything to ease the pain,
she froze in the park and thought, this is the town
where the seed of my beloved child lies cold in the ground.
Her fragile heart protests with rage,
with flaring temper like a volcano…
she struggles as if trapped in a cage,
the pain is more than she can bear,
as she wipes away dried-up tears.
A beautiful rainbow…a symbol of hope…
colors her world in a magical way,
unveils sad joy, memories for her to cope.
A wild strand of hair creeps beneath sunburn hat,
she paused…If I could only turn back the hands of time
before they could commit such a heinous crime...
sadness shines inside her like the sun,
bearing grief as heavy as a ton.
Familiar laughter echoes in the night...
hurts so deep, it cuts like a knife.
October morning as the leaves turn and fall,
every nerve begins to crawl…
her child’s blood cries out from the ground,
as she holds her belly before falling down.
Her cry roars like a thunderstorm…
shattering windshields from a mile away,
rain red as blood under a masked sun
gave way to wounds that were crushed by the gun,
stirring up vast, deep pain, like a mild wild flame,
of kicks in the womb… which are now silent in the tomb.
Form:
What am I thankful for?
As I lay here my mind searches
Afraid of waking up
it lurches
Vacilating within
the folds of my covers and brain
Trying to return
to my slumber again
Attempting to hang on
to my infinite creativity
That partial sleepiness
and rapid eye activity
Wiping my eyes
I'm partially awake
Giving heavy hands and legs a shake
Thankful for the hard decisions
I've been forced to make
The people in my space
who are real and not fake
So I ponder the breadth of my life
Sharing it with the love of my life
My sweeties tongue never cuts like a knife
She's my best friend
lover confidant and wife
The gift of family without the pretend
A life and future
Not a desolate dead end
I never expected
To find myself here
I used to loath
what I seen in the mirror
Now in God's Grace
I have nothing to fear
Now I am older
Feeling more content
My thoughts flow freely
I'm not bogged down in cement
Thinking the things I think
Now I can say what I meant
No longer linear
My thoughts can be bent
So I thank God
for an open mind
Knowing what it mean's
to open the blinds
If a man searches
he'll be surprised by what he finds
Love health and time
Should never be wasted
Food, touch and moments
are gifted to be tasted
Give more then you take
Your heart will be sated
Forget about comparisons
They are way over rated
Ambition and stuff
A poor substitute for living
Those who are take take taking
Have forgotten about the giving
Blessings change to curses
Not the place to go
Instead I want thankful
It helps my heart to grow
Richard Lamoureux
Written October 12th 2015
Contest Judged October 25th 2015
Trashed # 3 sponsor Broken Wings