Scalpel Poems - Poems about Scalpel

...My head was in a daze, I'd been down here for days. All in the name of love, you'd scream, so I let it happen to me. My skin is like fondant, you'd peel it back. I winced and whined, But didn......Read the rest...

...Behind these doors and below The grand stage lights, The music spills over the seats Like moss green and grey; A sense of scalpel and pin Crouches down and crawls; Silence within. Tapp......Read the rest...

...When Nature is in Harmony you can feel the balance in your body. When nature is in harmony the universe is happy. The equilibrium is shaking in the sky and the markets will live or die, place your mo......Read the rest...

... You’ve got student loans, an overpriced car, and a house, bought a big boat for you, and the scalpel for your spouse. Had a good job and your portfolio was rocking, each day was Christmas, now......Read the rest...

...Calloused canvas, etched with sun and rain, A map of toil, where muscles speak their pain. No crown adorns it, nor scepter's gilded shine, But in its grip, a legacy entwines. Not pharaohs' monu......Read the rest...

...This storys old but I will tell it anyways What’s brewing is the same speech I gave myself yesterday I'm using old material And it's not even feasible! And clearly not working You can find tho......Read the rest...

...A light instrument flows, ink darkness; folded within Flowers; a painless, healing, prescription of treatment Such secure grounding, found; in glowing obsidian Happiness; gives sharp antithesis......Read the rest...

...We were all having trouble carving our pumpkins this year. Me and my relatives, were not able to do it without a tear. Cutting up our hands in a variety of ways, one slice at a time. You need the ......Read the rest...

...Sensitive skin Scraped by sensitive information If I don't know who I am, then what will I tell everyone? A scuba diver without his mask is just a body in water A father without a child is jus......Read the rest...

...Written: October 19, 2023 Poem in the Fragmented Form Created by Poetess: Constance la France The good work is done by people with jagged, broken edges because those edges cut things and......Read the rest...

...the judge implores me: raise your right hand. do you swear to lie? the scalpel pulls my skin back, flaying eyes vivisect me on the witness stand for the crime of feeling anything other than con......Read the rest...

...what’s my sign what a fool ‘kick my behind’ they thought me a tool scalped by the scalpel forsooth the sore truth the eyesore galoot the prophecy foretold a......Read the rest...

...Carving nature at the joints the scalpel glistens clean Motion severed night from day all stillness duly preened Slicing creation half by half its essence caught between Feasting on marrow d......Read the rest...

...Who knows what happened to Auntie Ann? We've tried to find out, as best we can— scoured the papers, followed the news, and still we don't know how we could lose our cherished Auntie Ann. There......Read the rest...

...trapped, safeguarded, each appendage secured in amber, some Jurassic specimen created for your gaze you regard me with a quizzical eye, comb your notes carefully for collected data on my......Read the rest...