Short Knife Poems
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From life I begged poetry!
She answered with a knife,
Hard into my breast, plunged hilt-high,
Aware I wear no metal vest!
lonely trees grow into walls
as broken dreams prepare to fall
knife slides across her wrist
how did she end up like this?
You left me
Said you didn't care
Ripped out my heart
Let me bleed
Remove your knife
From my soul
And lay me
In my grave
I'm trynna treat you right
And we have our playful fights
You taught me to love life
When all I thought I had... Was my knife
stream scrapes rock…carved
trouts climb rapids…future sealed
chef shines sushi knife
April 18, 2018
Learning to smile
whilst turning the knife
in one’s subordinates anatomy.
A life, so rife for strife.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Under the crimson moon
I see you
Pale as white and red as blood
With my knife
Through your heart
Now go to hell
For all of eternity.
Your hands are too soft to kill me,
Keep aside the blunt knife.
Attitude is far sharper
And you can be proud enough of having it.
I call it a fork and so do you
A shellfish fork or a threek?
Is it a carving fork or a twok?
A knife or a onek?
A spoon or zerok?
Dennis was a Dork
Who would not use a knife and fork
He knew it was rude
To handle his food
So his mum shut his mouth with a cork
A knife to my wrist,
A gun held high to my brain,
A noose with a chair,
So many ways to leave earth
But still not enough reasons
When you come to my home for a visit,
would you like a fork and knife,
while eating your cel phone ?
Hero
They carry not a gun or knife.
To save us all they serve their life.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
The crying kid repeats
The demand to his papa
He wants a toy
‘’A gun and knife’’
A Hollywood movie is
Still progressing at the TV.
Fibrous Cord
My fibrous cord who
attach the muscles of
the calf to the
heel bone are
sometimes as sharp as
a sharp knife.
I sat on the vine way up high
What a beautiful day I sigh
Soon came Farmer’s wife
With a carving knife
Now I’m a spicy pumpkin pie
I sat serenely on the vine
The sun on my rind sublime
Came the farmer’s wife
with a carving knife
I’ll nevermore feel the sun shine
The day i took you for my wife
I intended vows to bind for life.
So divorce is out of course.
Uh honey, please put down the knife
Auto nuts
Crazy in the car
all alone with a mask on
yes very alone
Ginsu-Knife Eastport , Maine USA
digesting ballet —
prime rib and bacon, waltzing
Nutcracker taters
Tchaikovsky suite crescendo
fork and knife tenderizing
12/25/2021
Said he to she
dismissively
It's only
minor surgery
Said she to he
lightheartedly
Give me the knife
I'll play with your life
Mom’s words cut like a knife, honed razor sharp
Which shattered my new wife
Mom now, after years of strife
Says I married up in life!
Traveller
The dog let me know
one more hobo at the door
sandwiches and beer
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
let me not obstruct on your life
for all it will bring us is strife
so live and let live
our gift is to give
so dont let us sit on a knife
No purpose in silence,
with these breaths becoming
iron, my sharpest edges
unfurl the curtain, shredding
the flesh of solitude,
with violence.