Scalpel Poems - Poems about Scalpel

... Written: July 17, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann Quote: "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words," By Poet ......

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...An autopsy of a black body One who suffered greatly The body pushed past its limits To the point it had enough and quit A scalpel to their chest Slowly peeling the layers of flesh Noticing th......

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...At the age when I should have been carrying a backpack full of dreams and deadlines, I carry insomnia stitched under my eyes like war medals for which no one applauds, They tell me "it's just a pha......

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...I didn’t want to light the flame, But damn, you handed me the match. We played a bitter little game— Now neither one can scratch the scratch. I offered peace, I begged, I tried, You laughed an......

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...They with masks and scalpels rewatch the seconds I was given without consent. My breath hitches as warnings stillborn in my throat. At this moment, I am but a body opened for overdu......

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... they don’t walk like the rest of us— there’s a rhythm, yes, but it’s off-beat, like jazz played in a padded cell. it starts early—when the dog barked too loud and nobody hugged them after. t......

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...I write because silence was a tyrant with a velvet muzzle. Because childhood was a soundproof cage, and I was taught to swallow every scream like communion. “Poetry is not therapy,” the judge......

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...With steady hands and hearts that care, A doctor walks where few would dare. In silence they listen, in chaos they stand, Mending the body with a gentle hand. Through sleepless nights and endle......

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...Jenny leaned against the counter, counting the stitches where Ariana’s arm had been severed, each segment arranged in clinical precision beneath the glass. The overhead lights hummed, sterile and whi......

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...* Everyone grieves in their own way ~ time will only tell if healing comes, * for some, deaths blanket; unbearable and Thanatos is nearby —poetess * * D...

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...Opa John The caboose sits red—its iron spine cradles the earth like Atlas rails stretching into nowhere. The stream murmurs softly its voice threading through Ellie’s laughter like silver......

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... Day stacks upon day, forming opaque windows behind me. These can be blown away at times, a clarity of vision in momentary glimpses. Here, a face most beloved, turning my bowels to water tha......

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...Whether you have been with the company for years, whether you worked everyday, been on time everyday, never missed a day, was employee of the month, or hell, even the employee of the year, you know w......

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...No! you weren’t born to be beaten raped chained to a life bloodstained ingrained with pain wordless worthless voiceless choiceless No! you can’t live being beaten raped chained to a ......

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...Now that life has slipped away like a dream through the clock of deep silence, I’ve admitted myself into my verses as into a sanctuary of illusions and shadows, the nurses are night birds that do n......

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