Short Slitting Poems
Short Slitting Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Slitting by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Slitting by length and keyword.
So sharp and sinister
Scratching claws at your throat
Slitting open your veins
Spilling your rich red blood
Setting your very life
Seriously at risk
Suffering a bad end
Wandering amongst the darkness, my life was in jeopardy
A pack of stealthy ferocious wolves, were stalking me like cattle
Slitting my throat in fear, blood dripped in pools for the rabid canines
*First attempt at Sijo!*
At all women was he looking with a leer,
So evident too true and clear
You can this verify from A seer…
Even at women no longer near
And ones their hating eyes could spear
All of them passing off as “His Dear”
Save one he’d reserved “My Deer”
And would eyes into her sear:
A knife neatly slitting a pear;
God’s Seventh Law denying fear:
His sharpest lust The Engaged Gear.
It swallows everything in its path,
even man's breath! As it slowly moving along the streets,
only mourns and screams you hear; deaths happen
during victim's broad vision. Survivors of the traumatic ordeals
claim that fading, whitish figures tear flesh with their long,
crooked nails; in some cases they slit victims' throats - the slitting
has an eerie, audible voice. Until now, exorcists and mediums avoid
this town.....
some rolling leaves
glide with grandiose grace
sailing straight into the silk
of rose-petaled yesterdays
some rolling leaves
act in black and blue fashion
whirling about to and fro
fingering frolicking angels
then slitting their holy throats
some rolling leaves
lying prone on broken bone street,
shrivel away in the throat of defeat
forgotten echoes of a burned-out valley
rolling leaves.
My junk drawer
Too small for so much
Plenty of silverware
Inside it's container
Too many napkins to count
In pile and a few scattered about
Which seem to disappear
Way too fast
A pizza cutter somewhere
Long, sharp knives
Of which most are missing
The last one used for slitting plastic
For frozen dinners
A spatula or two
An ice-cream scoop
Not used enough!
Two can openers
One of which is broken
Enough material
For just one person!
Form:
I am a shadow in the dark.
My wrists sting with fear,
They are covered in blood.
I hope I don't shed one more tear.
\The knife cuts into my wrist,
It hurts so bad.
All I can see is my red arm,
A red floor.
It's making me sad,
It's making me mad,
I miss my life,
I hate being here.
I am here,
In a psycho home.
Please, someone help me!
I learned my lesson.
Please let me out.
I wont ever have a doubt,
A doubt of slitting my wrists again!
PLEASE! SOMEONE GET ME OUT!
Chocking down sugar
From the hands of a broken system
Slitting my wrist
In a vain existential tryst
Painting skies of rust
Watching as America crumbles to dust
The religious are the worst
The holy are a joke
Poking politicians with a sharpened stick
Rocking the boat
Pouring buckets of water over the faces of the blind
Screaming at the top of my lungs to no avail
America is doomed or so it seems
Only a matter of time
You say I'm a criminal
What's my crime?