Stab Poems

Mark Stab

Mark the jerk deserves a big stab, not now, shall give him another chance!

Misty clouded heart

Misty clouds fill my eyes,
After you stabbed my heart,
With a blade forged in hate.
Pain oozes out like blood,
But neither red nor caked –
Yet it outlives all thought.

Stab in the Dark

Have you ever had a day
When you wish you had wings
So you could fly away
From all the bull and everything 

Only to find out hey
God had specific plans
If I hadn’t had bad days
I’d miss my blessings and

I’d be less interesting 
Like a bird with no song
Unable to do mentoring
With lack of experience to lean on

Even

Judged

Judged

1.
They are all liars,
Talking about others
Behind their backs,
Thinking they are better.

2.
But everyone has
Their own faults.
They don’t see
The pain a person hides,
Just because they’re smiling.

3.
A day will come,
A day when they are judged
For all the things
They have done.

4.
All I feel for them is pity—
Pity for the words
They’ve spoken,
For the things
They’ve done.

5.
Everyone has
Their own flaws,
Yet they still

A stab in the dark

Niel Charles was a regular thief, I hope ' not a killer?
Well he came to grief; Bury St Edmunds. Market town
June 2021 himself he found. Tryiing some doors at
 private houses around, its what he was doing no need to spice it.'
A father and son surname King, went to confront him
And here is the thing,'

Ticking Clock

The cleanest water source
Radiates a bright golden light
Light rain, this snow, that pleasant wind,
But somehow, the weather is still cloudy
A sky darker than usual
Will I ever see the bright golden sunlight?
How long will this fertile soil last?
This place so flawless I would build my home
But the scarcity is so great
Will I ever be in a

Hate

Hate
In civilized quarters, an outrageous obscenity:
Unwashed, perishing pant
And, for real, a dismaying insanity,
When a hater heatedly rants
At his subject of unusual dislike,
Whom he would’ve loved to strike:
His heart hammering vessel –damaging beats,
His head contending with an ache a doctor treats.

With hate, nothing is normal any more,
Haters best action, an unsightly sore,
With glances that like dagger

Tear-Falling Stab

laze upon long stinging 
persist the tear-falling stab 
can't subsume a choice for yourself 

It's a watching pleasure 
and my breathing survival 
to mark your sucking endurance

A Feint Attempt To Stab Myself

A feint attempt to stab myself...
quickly found the missus ready to faint

Like a madman possessed
by mailer daemon lemme acquaint
ye with the following verse, I will bepaint
momentary horror, where yours truly
entered momentary third eye blind rage

loosing violent constraint
nearly thrust knife
into right leg without restraint,
which curtailed prospective martyrdom,
thus scotching, nullifying, denying...
me anointed apostolic saint

plus stripping christened name,
one

Stab the Helpless Ground

Hurtling clumsily through dark layers of sky --
   Unwelcome residue of engorged, menacing clouds --
Gathering momentum, bulking up as they descend
   To stab the helpless ground with their frigid edges 

Few brave this nasty turn of events -- by which 
   Peaceful cityscapes are transformed into cold infernos
Of fiery

Stab Me Now

 I see the knives
You attempt to keep hidden
As your hand shakes mine
In this warm garden
Why hide them?
Here I am, before you–
Pull your arm back, throw,
And then relish the view
Of me collapsing to my knees
Blood staining my skin
Blood spilling from my lips
Staining my grin–
Why wait for me
To be unguarded
Til you throw your blades
And split my

Stab

Eyes are hunting from seven to four.
If they'll see you walking outside, 
Whispers start to murmur behind that door.

You never knew how many stabbed wounds you got. 
Just because you wear a repeated mistake 
They will add overwhelming stories a lot. 

No matter how you try to play safe and be nice,
You will get the

Stab the Skies

Simply said, my dear, stars cannot punch skies   
but stab with little pin size tears-   
a blue-black canvas painted with suns’ demise.   
Color of dark spawning our fears.  
    
Light seeps into streets, from yellow windows.   
Our footsteps soft, yet hurried,  

Each Stab Wound

From each stab wound we unkindly inflict upon our planet it is our blood that is spilled!*   







© Demetrios Trifiatis 
    01 November 2016

*In its last report UNICEF declares that 2.0 billion out of 2.6 billion children, breathe toxic air!

Stab Me Not By Your Tongue

When I am loving you,
you betrayed me. 
Now, I am hurt,
you started saying "I love you".
And right now you feel that love
that I used to have for you.

I am not like a moon,
when the day comes, 
it disappear, 
then comes back again at night. 
I am a glass, when it's broken, 
never comes to its

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