Sliced Poems - Poems about Sliced

An onion had it's day in court. It sliced and diced a false report. Now when this onion starts to speak, it's oozing mold begins to leak. This onion's spoiled, so bruised and brown. No other onion wants him around.....

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Well what's it like being like this come out the oven soft all of grain being cut open for preparation all part of the cycle well keeps one sane Now what's next stage in the process? will we be toasted or plain bread then there's that big cutting knife to make us sliced this I dread We have to be individually filled making us...

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SLICED room... lousy with loosely dissected words spliced and sliced lemon and lime sipped then slipped images of cutting edge goblets of note bloom budding fruits fall fears and tears apples and pears float through air a soul shifting pane of ice cold write plume quill limped spirit dulled and quelled dates and grapes dripping crimson white page red pain so warm peeling layers of flesh forbidden fruit start afresh death diced clean sliced © Kim van Breda—30 October 2015...

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cutting ice kissed in darkness as sun falls into the horizon the light melts down into darkness light of my world slowly vanished no longer warm in the sun when you smile i take one's head outside it's shell looking at a world in the reality of it all in clouds whispers out softly...

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As I slip into your velvety sweetness... I feel my life feathering into yours ...we are one in an instant We can not be separated any more You will pour out if I'm emptied I will remain inside you our essence has mingled your razored love slides down my weakness...

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The Story: ragged faded lady hoarder, dumpster-diving diva boarder, dancin' to the tune of her Dandelion Wine. milky-eyed maiden, peddles paper posies, masticating carnivore, toothless, useless whore. not on her best night! not anymore! acclimated alleyways, rodents without fear, muddle-minded Faustian , soul redeeming martyr - thirty-seventh year. The Memories: broken boned beauty forged in...

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I vividly remember the pools of blood on the floor the soul, once mine, standing in the door the Pain, the scars, the blood falling drip by drip my teeth carving their way into my bottom lip the razor to my vanity unleashing my insanity my pride, once strong, diminishing in the blink of an eye my pride, now gone,...

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in my broken dream shards pierce the darkness inside letting all light in ~~ Just learning Haiku so please be gentle lol...

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Take the razor Slice so fast That it's more than 23 It burns It stings Suck it up you big baby And then do it again It hurts so bad I cry But then stop And say grow up Then I slice some more. . . This is a true story I sliced my arm over 52 time in one setting On did this November 26,...

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