Razor Poems - Poems about Razor

Woke in a box, no light, just grey— Steel bed, cold floor, years to pay. Wasn’t framed. I earned my time. Ran with wolves. Got lost in crime. Name was gone. They gave me a tag. Fought for smokes, respect, a rag. Learned to stare with a deadman’s face, Learned the rules of a lawless place. Every night: screams, shanks, sweat. Dreams don’t grow...

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Take care of each other out there wherever "out there" may be... a shopping mall a city street a place of worship beside a country creek. There's a deepening stain on the tapestry of society It's time to scrub it out scrub it rough scrub it clean. Had enough of turning the other cheek? Seems to me the cheek was picked clean a long time ago. Time to...

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Sometimes we're sacrificed to rooms void of light to the caw of the crow and the scent of the night Silk of the mind, breeched by snakes -chains of cold moment by moment they peck away at the soul. Roses and razor blades strewn on the ground gifts have been given to help figure it all out There are...

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Before a misty morning mirror above a half-filled basin such cold water was I braving simply to lave my face in but the coldest cut of all and it only hurts when I smile I severely slit myself while I was busy shaving but did my frozen fingers fumble or was it just a rusty razor which sorely needs replacement that figured in my defacement as there...

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The razor in my hand Easily is sinking in, Going deeper and deeper, Slicing through my skin. As my body begins to open, My blood begins to flow, It's running out of me, A puddle starts to grow. The pain, it is intense, It's making me want to rush. Finally, there's the artery, The blood begins to gush. The job's done, I'm waiting For my life to leave. Never...

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red roses and razor blades woven into the soggy beds we've made sweet scent of heaven the smell of slow death red roses and razor blades...a prickly romance....

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This is the news, a dream of peace, an echo from the Middle East, where children cannot understand, the broken bones of broken lands, their only hope, for war to cease. Every imam, rabbi and priest, can hear the loss for those deceased, while leaders watch or wash stained hands, this is the news. Hope is a hostage for release, a call for all...

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My best friend has a beautiful name She’s magical and disturbing at the same time You pray for death if you upset her She stays with me every day And dances with me every night She’s with me when I wake up She’s with me when I go to sleep Planting the pleasant thought of not waking up in my...

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Shave the devil naked get that tail between his legs Leave him bald and impotent all passion left in dregs Fleece this vile pestilence in the flames his fate ensnared Shear what he embraces most — temptations curse laid bare (Dreamsleep: December, 2023) ...

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Men in my life have had a razor sharp edge Got me feeling' like I'm on the edge of a mountain And there is an old billy goat up there with me And I can see the sky as a vision of the future So soapy, sudsy blue And I can see that brick home with cut out hearts...

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There is a line that separates reality from your desire Cutting a path through the gray of confusion; a razor blade Sharp and precise; the only tool for such a task For a moment, desire bleeds through -you welcome the taste But in the end, nothing keeps reality from crossing that same line Not even a razor blade...

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Silenced voices, feared by those in power. Utopia sought, only dystopia flowers. Protect all speech, diverse and free. Perception leads to a society that is truly. Redeemed expression, a beacon bright. Escorting us through the darkest nights. Silenced speech, we've lost our way. Shaping the fascists we sought to slay....

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Occam’s Razor He has the knowledge And you have the skill To extract information Before his comrades can killj His silence may mean Carnage’s scene So does the end Justify the means His human rights Against innocent life Somebody’s child Somebody’s wife You have the dilemma Of how you must act The idealist the luxury Of talk after the fact Whatever you do It all ends the same One way or another You...

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Put upon a pedestal thin as a razor blade where you must balance precariously for the higher it’s raised the longer the fall It’s simpler to say and do nothing at all It’s far too risky to care to put yourself out there You slipped once before perhaps you were pushed It left a nasty scar which is quite a coincidence You’ve never...

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Riot and rebellion reoccur in my rest. has been ramified and ranked, in My rate Round and round, revealing remorse Righteous reputation, reverse reverence Rack on my ratchet and roar to the rope. Resident reutilization is running out of the Romp. Give up the race to rehabilitate Renal. Reverential Razor Ridiculously Regal . . . Ksanet B../ peace of mind...

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