Short Cuts Like A Knife Poems
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Positivity is the key to a happy life
Negativity pushes in and cuts like a knife
Not easy to manage
But avoid the damage
It'll stand you in good stead if there's an afterlife
Today is the first day of the rest of your life
Good or bad, happiness and strife, your choice
Hopefully, it's positive
It's your prerogative
Avoid the stresses that cut like a knife
The love of my life is still my shining light
Twenty years ago she past away cancer took her life
The life as we knew it
No chance to redo it
Chilly as the autumn air that cuts like a knife
It cuts like a knife,
can keep you up at night.
It can stay with you
for all of your life.
It has no one cause,
nor does it have one set cure.
I wish it would stop,
and one day it will.
I just wish that day would come.
Form:
Two mocking flowers
Count them…one, two…
Ridicule, joyous ridicule.
Wanting more…
Today was a good day.
It cuts like a knife.
Brain bleeding emotions
Into an otherwise
Useless heart
This one is full.
Time for a new one.
when theres little life left in them all you can do is sheed a tear and your striff for it cuts like a knife. I know your heart is broke seeing them die slow but remember heanens wher their going too go. that's when you say a prayer I promise god will hear.
It cuts like a knife
When you say goodbye
This wound healing slowly
Until again you say hi
So clearly I'm lost
Without you around
When you no longer go
It's then I'll be found
From the depths of my chest
My heart is torn
You're the wound that I wear
The scar I adorn
Words you say can cut like a knife
Stabbing the very center of my heart
Bleeding to the sounds of your voice
Gasping for breath by your tones
I’m here dying, killed by your words
The sounds and tones crushing my life
I’m hurting by just a simple hello
It’s torture to me and my damaged heart
Russell Sivey
I think about you as I cry,
and wonder why you had to die,
for there's a void now in my life,
that emptiness cuts like a knife.
I miss the way we used to chat
and laugh, and feel sincerely that
I'll miss you till the day I die.
I think about you as I cry...
written for Constance's contest in honour of Carolyn
Loss cuts like a knife
Where you once were silence grows
The city halo beckons
While the breath of death
Lingers right beneath my skin
Tempting glow of fate calls me
Start over again
Without you, yet without dread
Lighting my heart once again
City of Angels
Leading me back to hope, life
Let you go, a new hello
Blue ticks, a symbol of her delay,
Leaving him wondering, night and day,
If she's interested, or just at play.
His heart beats fast, his soul feels alive,
With every tick, a spark thrives,
But uncertainty cuts like a knife.
In a sea of doubts, he finds his voice,
Out of all tick colors, you chose blue,
Out of all people, I chose you.
In life there are those haves and those who have not
We are told there will always be poor people in life
Yet poverty causes me so much strife
In life.
I hate being so poor
I cannot take it any more
There has to be success in store.
I see the want in the eyes of my wife
My child's hunger cuts like a knife
There has to be an end of this strife
In life.
Betrayal cuts like a knife
Spears the heart, bleeding with pain
Causing life to spin in strife
Betrayal cuts like a knife
Places a double edged memory in life
Anger is fueled, as tears rain
Betrayal cuts like a knife
Spears the heart, bleeding in pain
Heidi Sands
1/25/19
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ABA AAB AB Rhyme
1st, 4th and 7th lines Repeat
2nd and 8th lines repeat
Boisterous and bold
With an acid wit
Misunderstood for cold
Exhaustion exasperates but can’t quit
His poison pen
I know so well
His thoughts betray him
With his wicked spell
His caustic tongue
Cuts like a knife
Destroys my soul
Leaves me in strife
But there’s another side
I sometimes see
With eloquent devotion and decadent beauty
Cascading in the whimsical tide
Form:
My heart beats only for you. My love for you is nothing but true.
When we first met, and i looked into your eyes, I knew that your love
for me was not a disguise. Whenever we are apart, I miss you so much
I miss your loving and tender touch. I know that I have found my true love
the one that I want for the rest of my life. Because every time we are apart
it cuts like a knife.
Should I jump off the balcony?
And put an end to misery?
What keeps me from ending my life?
This emptiness cuts like a knife
I wait for sleep that does not come
My heart hurts; my feelings are numb
In the trench of my misery
I lay in the dirt around me
I cannot pray as I used to
God, help me to cling on to You
I'll not jump off the balcony
Because You've been sustaining me
Brother, mother, sister, father
without you, should I bother?
You keep me close and wipe my tears
protect me from all my fears.
When I'm sick, or when I fall
you are the ones that I call.
Never alone with you around
I am always safe and always sound.
My heart is yours, my soul, my life
when you're sad it cuts like a knife.
to make you happy is my wish
something something fish fish fish.
Important of music in or lifes
Helps sooths termoils of daily strifes
Flow and temple of boasted notes
Rythem and rhyme that continues to float
A song from an lonesome heart
Ignited by an passionate start
Fantasy of wanting to belong
In or named in just one song
Spirits can be held on high
And can almost make you cry
So tread on your walk of life
And enjoy the melody that cuts like a knife
The turn of a card,
the power it brings.
A new point in life
You’ll cry or sing
Amazed every time
truth is confirmed
The thoughts I say
minds concerned
How? I don’t know
I just know to be true
Wanting it in life
Now I’m over due
Gifted? Or a curse?
Never turned it away
Its comfort to many
Giving light every day
The turn of a card
Cuts like a knife
Never gives insight
Into my very own life!
Go on,
I dare you!
Press me just one more time.
The alarm rings out,
Disturbing my slumber.
Dreams of sunshine,
beauty,
Sex, darkness.
The cold reality cuts like a knife.
Startled into sudden alertness.
Yet, in this harsh awakening,
A little ray of hope.
A tiny flicker that all will be ok.
That the new day which has dawned
is not so urgent.
Go on! I dare you.
Press the snooze button
just one more time!
Think like a Shark, but don’t be a fish
You would become the Shark’s dish
Just like the Movie “JAWS”
Waters of fear
Dangers near
The shark Lurk
Teeth Jaws
Cuts like a knife
Flesh search
The find
Maneuvers in attack
Observation track
Beware
Swim in caution
Don’t be Shark Food
Shark drool
Don’t swim too far out
Sharks could be lurking about
Shark bite
Don’t be the Shark’s delight
Take this poem advice.
The times in life that cuts like a knife
Are the ones when I was a child
Far from behind they float in my mind
The nostalgia leaves me beguiled
Innocent ways on those carefree days
Stoked the emotions that would last
The hopes I had when I was a lad
Are now just the dreams of the past
Now I'm older and somewhat colder
With no new memories to save
Shorter of breath and closer to death
Guess I'll take my dreams to the grave
As the tears roll down my face, I can't help but think of how happy we use to be
The one that use to make me smile and bring me joy is now the bringing me dark clouds and saddness
Nothing can compare to the feeling of a broken heart and this pain that cuts like a knife
"In time it will be ok," that's what I tell myself, but the realization of it all won't let me be
The time we spent, the love we made is all just a memory now
You will forever be in my heart
Form:
Age cuts like a knife
Wrinkled hands can't work forever
The young need space soon
I walk out of sight
As a blizzard closes in
My memory stays warm
The night feels so cold
Stars cannot pierce this storm
Waves hold no favor
The fish were hungry
All that will take must give back
I smile, winter feast
Fat fish make good food
No one goes hungry tonight
In the sky I dance
Laughter from small ones
A ballroom so far above
Hearts know no distance
What have you done to my life
When I think about it, it cuts like a knife
Don’t you have a heart
Or am I just not that smart
For six weeks I sold myself
Defiantly not on the shelf
Needles in my arms
As dangerous as firearms
Had to find a shower
I needed it for will power
A plate of food
If you are in the nude
Every part of me
Wished it could be free
You fed me to the dogs
I’m now in all the catalogues
Speed dial just for fun
I’m there like the noon gun