Paring Knife Poems - Poems about Paring Knife

...What scene would I want to find comfort in more than this one, an ordinary morning in the farmhouse kitchen, blue checked curtains swaying, wooden shelves with plates and jars, the radio softly ......Read the rest...

...The paring knife of winter undams the dense brown blood. Asps awaken and seethe—. Twining stems sweat, Irregular coralla dance around your feet, pray at your altar. Children of the soil, me......Read the rest...

...None of my friends have performed breast surgery on themselves. Once upon a time, I had a little cyst. In my left breast. It was benign. Two doctors refused to take it out. GET IT OUT! a voice......Read the rest...

...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Pyhmj_ruvw&t=12s Some people seem to think that love is just for play an eccentric emotion that ignites the senses for a while so when it gets too complicated or......Read the rest...

...It started with an apple in paradise or was it a date they consumed Had they kept their clothes off laundry day would have been easier The smell of seduction and no fake news Honestly who c......Read the rest...

...Papa ... Why build your walls so thick? Did you fear the world would tumble in on you - Find you as vulnerable and discomposed as the rest of us? I think your TRUE......Read the rest...

...Suddenly, from the end of your brush, an ink dappled mountain stood before us. At its base was a humble yellow door, which we entered because it gave us permission. A stand of birch trees sere......Read the rest...

...who the hell let that pimp in? My boss grabed me, then Immediatly, I became the next candidate for exploratory surgery; Sodomized with a paring knife to remove the alleged ******** from my a......Read the rest...

... The Butcher Block / Toolbox (Today, I expunge all thoughts on kitchen knives) Written: by Tom Wright 7-12-2016 With a paring knife would you butcher a cow? Bet my sweetie would if ......Read the rest...

...BIRTH Once upon a moonlit night There came a ray of magic light That shone upon an orphan home Where two small pumpkins left alone To thirst and starve to fret and cry Would spoil at last......Read the rest...

...After sixty-six years, what remains of first love Is just your name really, but still it lingers, Like the fragrance of a rose petal kept in a diary. It may seem strange to some, but I do call it ......Read the rest...

...He creamed his jeans. Ripped the seams when fellows beamed at his wet seeds wasted on these cold floors below me. Calloused palms tease, or, rather, some slimy sleaze. Can I hav......Read the rest...

...Short-Pants Potentate Inferno of a summer day Mother’s dozing Tommy, tiny, three, paring knife in hand tiptoes out, flops short-pants potentate upon the sidewalk sunny, operates on ......Read the rest...

...This shade is damp with the net of sun finely sliced with the paring knife of trees. We softly move among old bones, places where ancient lovers have lain, grinding one another into thin blue d......Read the rest...