Short Razor Poems
Short Razor Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Razor by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Razor by length and keyword.
When Jesus Christ was, "Sir Come Sized"
His mum said, "That was ill-advised!
In a pinch
One more inch
Can certainly be organised!"
Let these cuts on my wirst,
tell a story of my eternal bliss.
Let the world know of this crimson kiss,
so they can feel the pain i feel
Beautiful women are razor blades
They cut my heart into pieces
Yet they know not
how to stitch them together
But leave it bleeding
to near death each time
Red roses and razor blades
woven into the soggy beds we've made
sweet scent of heaven, the smell of slow death.
Red roses and razor blades...a prickly romance.
The razor has left you with scars that remind you
Of how you had wanted to end in the bathroom
And now they talk softly and tiptoe around you
So you won’t be tempted again by the past gloom
im gonna paint a picture,
a picture with a twist.
im gonna paint a picture,
i'll paint it on my wrist.
and if i paint this picture right,
a fountain will appear.
and then one day,
all my troubles will disapear.
Form:
Dare I sail
into the moonlight
to greet wandering shadows
that beckon in whispers
and trace paths
with luminous thready fingers
through sentinels of razor wire
who parade prescient
before glaring chasms
of untested fathoms.
Shave the devil naked
get that tail between his legs
Leave him bald and impotent
all passion left in dregs
Fleece this vile pestilence
in the flames his fate ensnared
Shear what he embraces most
— temptations curse laid bare
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Flowers will dazzle the eye with delight.
A serpent's dream is to suck them dry.
With jaded tongue and Cheshire smile.
To keep the blossoms somewhat safe
, flank petals with eagle and razor blades.
Lay a scale of wisdom before the bronzed gate
Nurture the lamb to keep the flickers at bay.
Head pounding, his words repeated in my head like a broken record
my mind and i
are at a game of hide and seek
only i think i've gotten the rules wrong
i am both
the hider
and the seeker
the hider says”if you don’t kill yourself the seeker will”
forever searching for her
but terrified of being seen
Words,
claimed me,
the speaker did not,
he/she only intended,
they seem to come from there,
hurled fast and reaching me here,
hell !quite a lot,
of our lives,
ends,
on words.
Which are razor Sharp.
I wished I had the power to blunt them full.
Wished all of you had similar powers!
There is a line that separates reality from your desire
Cutting a path through the gray of confusion; a razor blade
Sharp and precise; the only tool for such a task
For a moment, desire bleeds through -you welcome the taste
But in the end, nothing keeps reality from crossing that same line
Not even a razor blade
Silenced voices, feared by those in power.
Utopia sought, only dystopia flowers.
Protect all speech, diverse and free.
Perception leads to a society that is truly.
Redeemed expression, a beacon bright.
Escorting us through the darkest nights.
Silenced speech, we've lost our way.
Shaping the fascists we sought to slay.
if I had a razor,
I'd jab it through my wrist,
I'd clutch it tightly against my fist and press it against my skin.
I'd watch the blood seep through my clothing,
and I'd close my eyes while it drips to the floor.
Darkness will prevail,
The doors of the afterlife with open,
and I will walk right through them with no avail...
Form:
Riot and rebellion reoccur in my rest.
has been ramified and ranked, in My rate
Round and round, revealing remorse
Righteous reputation, reverse reverence
Rack on my ratchet and roar to the rope.
Resident reutilization is running out of the Romp.
Give up the race to rehabilitate Renal.
Reverential Razor Ridiculously Regal
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.
Ksanet B../ peace of mind
The doctor smiled,
holding up the
ultrasound of my
healthy, growing
baby.
My relief shattered
when the screen
showed it whispering
inside my womb.
It told me the exact
date and hour it
planned to consume
me.
Tonight, the labor
pains began three
months ahead of
schedule.
I can feel multiple
tiny, razor-sharp
teeth biting their
their way out.
Five o clock shadow
Around a toothpaste smile
Kinky black hair coils so wild
Cocoa black back scratched scarred
Knobby knees dented from kneeling
Rough rugged hands with dark knuckles
Full moon hips make me see double
Strange green moods dripping from me
Envying your your spirit raw free
No razor no bra no lazer no part
Of you is tame not even your name
Beautiful Black Soul.
If only I could grow a beard
I would stroke it and appear wise
but I'm a'feared it's not to be
no matter how hard I tries
and I hate to think about it
as it always fouls my mood
on me the only hair which sprouts
is due to additives in U.S. food
tho' some are destined to be hirsute
my facial hair issues forth then fades
yet after all if nothing else
it saves on razor blades
The razor in my hand
Easily is sinking in,
Going deeper and deeper,
Slicing through my skin.
As my body begins to open,
My blood begins to flow,
It's running out of me,
A puddle starts to grow.
The pain, it is intense,
It's making me want to rush.
Finally, there's the artery,
The blood begins to gush.
The job's done, I'm waiting
For my life to leave.
Never again will I
Be made to grieve.
Before a misty morning mirror
above a half-filled basin
such cold water was I braving
simply to lave my face in
but the coldest cut of all
and it only hurts when I smile
I severely slit myself while
I was busy shaving
but did my frozen fingers fumble
or was it just a rusty razor
which sorely needs replacement
that figured in my defacement
as there were many a slip
'twixt blade and lip
Razor Witch
Come hear my sweet!
Come to my house
To trick or treat,
Nothing will beat
What I have to eat.
My face is rather green
But I’m nice to meet.
My nose is very crooked,
But my black teeth
Will widely greet.
If you are nice boys and girls
I’ll give you poison or
Candy full of
Razors to eat!
So scoot your
Feet over here
And come trick or treat
On my side of the street.
I’ll make your gums bleed
For Halloween, my Sweet!
Form:
She’s a Razor Queen
Cutting through my scene
Soul’s been sold
But she’s evergreen
I love her moves
I love her every way
But will she eat my heart
On our wedding day?
I’ll scream her name with my dying breath
She’ll steal my first in the next.
But should I turn this round
Kick it back to me?
Do I look for ugliness in divinity?
Will I stoke the furnace of my pain
And forge a sword
to kill love again?
Razor. Razor. Razor. Razor Queen.
when i slide the razor
down my wrist
i start to feeland see
a red mist.
when i put the razor down
and look at myself bleed
i suddenly start realize
that i cannot see.
whenever it gashes open
i see all the blood
it was a puddle
and suddenly became a flood.
i love seeing the blood
run straight down my arm
people always told me
cutting wouldn't be any harm.
whenver people see me
they call me an emo kid.
if they only knew,
everything that i've did.
Form:
"The razor usually lies there",
He said, pointing to the jagged line
Making its way down his wrist
"The pressure does it
It takes control of the blade
And I can't stop it"
"You could if you wanted to", I said
"I don't want to"
The lines made no certain design
They were just colored in red
"Don't tell anyone. I couldn't live"
That's supposed to be a sign, right?
A sign to help, a cry for help?
All I could say was
"I'm sorry they made you that way"
Written June 22, 2004
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