Short Knife Poems
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When you come to my home for a visit,
would you like a fork and knife,
while eating your cel phone ?
Friendly and friendly words
I longed for all my life.
But all I got are words and words
that cut me like a knife.
(27.07.2025)
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
No purpose in silence,
with these breaths becoming
iron, my sharpest edges
unfurl the curtain, shredding
the flesh of solitude,
with violence.
They sat one across from the other
Neither could move closer nor further
She winked at Jack
And he winked back
Their unrequited love asunder
There once was a pumpkin named Jack
Who left home and never looked back
He faced a great harm
Once leaving the farm
Now fights off the Carver’s attack
Knife straight through the heart
She twists it just a little more
Making sure the point's made
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Everything I do is for you forever and always not because I love you but because I'm constantly walking on eggshells waiting for the other shoe to drop just for you.
Beg for sadness, end
Fighting, a castrated peace
Open cuts, betray
©Drake J. Eszes
"Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity." -Carlin
Object of desire.
Funny phrase. I mean
How ridiculous!
Fantasy's best scene
Viewed through passion's fire
Oughta be more keen
Oughta be more dire
Than mere object.
UR WORDS THEY CUT ME LIKE A KNIFE.
RITE TO THE BONE AS IF TO END MY LIFE.
I WANTED TO BE THERE WHETHER DAY OR NITE.
BUT THE WAY UR ACTING MAKES ME FEEL ITS NO LONGER RITE.
I had this terrible knife
in a terrible dream, then awoke
and saw it hovering above me
in my own hand
waiting to do further damage to
these hacked pieces
of this dead pig.
(Nov 2022)
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
Golly, gee willikers, gee whiz
My punch lines have lost all their fizz ~
Where has that fizz gone
It’s missing since dawn ~
Critics say: ‘Tis what ‘tis what ‘tis
the knife it is coming
closer
closer
closer
...
its coming to jabe you in two...
its coming
its coming
the knif is slicing
slicing
slicing
it only wants your love but
you just wont give it
Form:
You are like the pain
of a stuck knife
you are the wall that stop me
from getting to the other side
you are that dark cloud
which makes me blind
which stops me from seeing
the beauty of life.
Jessica
I see this life,
passing me by,
I see this knife,
in my hand,
at my throat,
but I can't cut,
my hand won't move,
it's frozen,
in fear,
I can't stand the wait,
but death won't take me,
and this knife won't cut.
i could calmly
spread open my
hand and take the
knife pulled
from my heart
then quickly play
a game of
pocket knife
and slight of hand
actually
to be exact
fingers spread
it's not
slight of
hand but
mumblypeg
Form:
Why is a knife on my porch railing?
I stare at it.
Daring it to tell me how it got here.
The knife is silent.
A red switchblade knife.
It looks ominous; it seems threatening.
It stares me down. I can barely take my nap.
It has won.
watching the US & its NATO buddies
beat the middle east senseless
until it get its way,
is like watching kids show up on the playground
with semi-automatics,
when the few that they are gonna fight
have a couple of switchblades
between them.
Time is a rusted blade
Ripping when it cuts
Bone, and fat and guts.
Life is a tragic clown’s charade
Time’s nicked knife will slash;
Props, and back-drops, crash.
Only proud puppets never fade:
Sawdust hearts survive,
Deathless, unalive.
Your
Dull Knife
Cuts
old Memories
like a lobotomy
I've drank
you before
Your song
plays in my head
like a stones skipping
across my face
My teeth
rattle
Like wind chimes
in cold air
There nothing
Left to say
But
I love you
Listen to poem:
If only swallowing a knife could cut the words from my minds eye
So complex open wounds would slowly bleed until its veins run dry
Carving a way for my vexations, though my heart will never be free
To release the tournament of deeply hemorrhaging wounds in me
Today I sit and think about my life
Today is my judgement day
For today once again I will pick up the knife
I will trace the blade once more on my skin
And let all the pain bleed out from my flesh
Let my open wound do all my talking
And release all my doubts
Form: