Pair Of Scissors Poems | Examples

A needle more than scissors

There once was a noble man, a tailor, 
A great soul disguised in a routine role, 
In sea of humdrum life, a skilled sailor 
In search of a hallowed path of plain goal. 
A king when came to him, homage to pay, 
Gifted a pair of scissors made of gold 
That left the sage ponder, if somewhat cold, 
Declining the award, no more to say. 

What else may I O Great Sage, asked the king, 
Give if ye must, give a needle that stitch, 
Scissors tend to diminish, dividing, 
Needles bond, strive togetherness so rich, 
  Bring broken hearts back as ere to abide, 
  Not scissors, let needles be a man’s guide. 
__________________________________________ 
 Sonnet (Reflections | 03.05.2008, revised Jan 2024|

Since No One Else Is Asking -

A pair of pants equals two pants legs
    
    Is a pair of scissors only two cutting blades

Crossing Bridges and Finishing Lines

So many lines

And bridge's 

Throughout my short life

I have already burnt and crossed 

These are but a few I dare mention 

Equator
Latitude
Longitude
Cancer
Capricorn
Meridian
Parallel 

Sand
Time
Right
&
Wrong
Or
Down 

So many others I have forgot 

To the point the only line and
bridge I fear may be left

Is the Finishing 1

That is why more in desperation
than in hope

I keep a pair a pair of scissors on
my person in my pocket 

Just incase I hit or run into a brick wall

And block's my final crossing be
that bridge or line

Cleaning Out the Junk Drawer

I am cleaning out my junk drawer 
It's been on my list to do 
My junk is over-flowing 
It's now long past over-due 

Inside is my collection 
Of things I sometimes use 
Bits and nails and thumbtacks 
And a dozen odd-size screws 

There's a hammer and some pliers 
And a pair of worn-out snips 
Rubber bands in many sizes 
And a load of paper clips 

Two broken pair of glasses 
That I should have thrown away 
I put them there three years ago 
Swore I'd fix them both one day 

A dull blade pair of scissors 
And an un-used long nail file 
Pens and pencils and two note pads 
And an eraser, look-like crocodile 

I keep finding things inside my drawer 
That I swear I've never used 
This junk has left me addle-pated 
Oh my God, I'm so...(((CONFUSED)))  


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3/22/2022

Bonnie Belle

Bonnie Belle was a dear charming lass
Drove a pink corvette made from fiberglass
Lived in a tiny little house next to an overpass
Precisely with a pair of scissors trimmed her grass

Figure chiseled like an hourglass
Dressed the part as if upper class
Drank her coffee from a demitasse
But much preferred her brandy by the glass

Kept her eye on life through a spy glass
Looking for that illusive ring of brass
Finding clues here and there in every crevasse
With far too little luck, alas



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on February 27, 2018

Kill the Suckers

The vines are taking over,
Unstoppable at their rate,
Like monsters in the graveyard,
Or something from outer space,
Green with sticky suckers,
Grabbing all insight,
Don’t venture down that pathway,
They lurk there in the night
Wrapping around your body,
Strangled is your fate,
They beckon as they call you,
To stop your circulate,
With telepathic thought waves,
The cemetery a quiet place,
So if you’re very curious,
And want to take the chase,
Chance your luck one evening,	
But I suggest you up your pace,
Don’t hang around them gravestones,
They'll bind you in that place,
But just in case you’re helpless,
Alone for goodness sake,
Take a pair of scissors,
Kill the suckers lace.

27/09/2016
For contest Broken Wings
Overgrown with vines

Splat

A flea in a bag is not akin to a farmers market on a window sill but wide angled mirrors breathe many a basket bomb into a woven template if a footstool. Perching by a bathroom crevasse one ponders the many insecurities of a passing flying snail. For to shell is not to show. And shelter is decorated in a mindfully placed swirl. Bracket not a bucket. And brake no gear. It is an impossible wonder of a mile long coin that enters the golden highway at a junction aforementioned in a style magazine. Oh fabulous the floors will be nice and clean today for the mops are arriving in great multitude on many landing strips of lino,carpet, and laminate flooring too. A pretty cat sighs. For intrusive interrupted snoozing is not pleasant for a snoring meow. But mowing an eleven acre lawn is best performed with a five centimetre pair of scissors. Hahahahah silvery shrouds seeking secrecy hahahahaha moon painted boil xxxxx fastidiousness Z

The Source of Your Magic

Your presence is like a thin fabric
That I wear here and now with comfort
Unveiled through each breath I take 

My eyesight like a pair of scissors,
Slices through with each blink you mirror
An ordinary day becomes a day in the life

Through the ripples of your touch
I drop into your devotion
Your tide carries me beyond sensation

With words in affectionate thought
I connect to your illusive soul
To the unknown source of your magic

A single breath away..
Our irrational fears desensitised 
Subtly, you help me face the long years

Our heartbeats synchronised
I retire never having learnt your secret
And we disappear harmoniously into the past 


26-12-2015
Thabang J. Ngoma

Where We Hide

Bits and pieces everywhere
Cardboard boxes on the floor
Cables hanging off the shleves
Steel cupboards with squeaky doors

Paperwork and coloured pens
A pair of scissors and sticky tape
An ancient fridge and bottle of scotch
To help us through the bad days

Noises inside
Like when you sit in a plane
It smells like hot chips
And the heat is insane

But it's my favourite room
I love every bit
From the click of the door
To the desk where you sit

And all that I wish
Is that I could hide there all day
Just sitting with you
Til the world fades away

Unwillngly Willing

There is a feeling
There is a feeling
There is a feeling
In the air

I havent seen you in ages
I didnt know you're contageous 
Now I wake up every morning
feeling poisoned- 
So I took a pair of scissors
And I cut you out my pictures
And I know this sounds rediculous
But I dont wanna catch your sickness

There is a feeling 
There is a feeling
There is a feeling 
In the air

I got this feeling
I cant explain
But I sure can complain
I was fine 
until you came 
Now I'll never be the same
Who am I kidding 
I need you more than living
Im unwillingly willing
Im unwillingly willing

There is a feeling 
There is a feeling
There is a feeling
In the air

Now I'm caught in your vortex
love stricken disease
I'm a bit perplexed
I dont want no one to save me 
You're  pulling me in and
You're pulling me in and
I'm unwillingly willing
I'm unwillingly willing

There is a feeling 
There is a feeling
There is a feeling 
In the air

You're  the object 
of my desire
You're  the arson
that set my heart on fire

*it's about how love can change your life even though you hate change.

In the End

Two swigs of tequilla
Strawberry Daiquri
A pair of scissors
Some anger
Pain
Emptiness
An arm and a leg
Meke a good time
For shedding some blood
Tears anyone?
Breaths feel cool
Taste rebelious.

Rag Doll

they’ve taken my sister
she’s all I’ve got
our home here in K-Mart
shelves our parking lot
she’s gone through the check out
I’m sure I saw a tear
in the crowd lost for ever
this loneliness I fear
yet the very next day cheap
in a gigantic sale
an innocent looking little boy
got me out of jail
the joy was short lived
an imp in disguise
showing me no feelings
a thing to chastise
I spy a pair of scissors
the bubble has really burst
a plunge to the head
life at its worst
an arm a leg
here in a civilize bed
a split down the belly
the stuffing the thread
fantasy of the play station
acting out his ideal
one of life’s assassins
guess this is for real.

© Harry J Horsman  1999

Death of a Leprechaun

You said we make our own luck,

So I took a big pair of scissors to your rainbow,
The dirty glasses collecting on my window ledge,
Flung the fragments against the wall,

Well now that rainbow has an end,
And I’m still waiting for my pot of gold.

Sweet Sorrow

There is nothing more gladdening
Than sorrow at parting-leaving the villege
Though my loosening mat i'll miss
No more owl or the snake hiss
In the jungle greenery resides
Thatches on our house cools the ray 
Of  the sun like a pair of scissors
Cutting the blanket of dawn from the sky
Such sorrow is;that i shall say goodbye
yet,i smell a happier tommorrow-off to the city

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