Stabbing Poems - Poems about Stabbing

...I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks..., (a poor excuse for legs), and get me the latest sophisticated prosthetics advancements, whereat integration of cultured stem cells into custom made......Read the rest...

... Saturday afternoon at the shops Families together laughing and loving a lot Then evil came with deadly intent Joel Cauci stalked them with his knife bent Inspector Amy Scott took the call ......Read the rest...

...Teresa of Ávila Dreamt the passion of God. A physical fire Burned an image of his power. An image I envisioned was one so dull Full of pain A nightmare stabbing my mind's eye. A frail ......Read the rest...

... He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire, fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines, reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries, the edges of a pasture, clever......Read the rest...

...I remember feeling so empty the abuse had escalated after four hurricanes witnessing a murder horrific traumatic brain injury I was now uprooted leaving my beautiful home in Fort Myers Florida at the......Read the rest...

...There was this guy, see, a high-flyer type, made a bit of a name for himself. He moved in like a year before, you know, started off slow. He ended up going crazy for the girl next door. His......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nick Tipton lived a quiet life, west Kentucky, in rolling hills; been farming there for ten years, all according to his own will. This simple li......Read the rest...

... mirrors are flawless til observed ~ yet beauty dwells in a broken shard yelled the beast stabbing it into his eyes ~ i’m beyond horribly scarred still he laughed quite menacingly ~ as his a......Read the rest...

...TURNING OFF THE GHOST what’s up with the ghost who boringly stares through two holes in a sheet he watches her every mistake slow and agonizingly she gobbles up a pie her fork stabbing it......Read the rest...

...Last winter, I went to a buffet dinner, And all the faces there, were barely familiar. They laughed and giggled, They all came in pairs, I wondered why I was the only one alone, ......Read the rest...

...When the control is in your hand, you should know when to stop and when to use, no matter what it is: words or weapons. Otherwise, it will destroy the controller: like, someone is stabbing the......Read the rest...

...Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks... studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe My utmost humblest apology for inducing the following cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium, but ......Read the rest...

...I am… Washing a stormy night clean, its promise this empty grave, where sunshine suddenly erases the shadows, who sigh like dejected, broken tears, surfacing in the dewdrops, lifting the dar......Read the rest...

...I say that I'm clean, I say that I'm Okay, I say that I'm fine, I'm clean but I never don't miss it, not one moment goes by where my hands don't long for the feel of the blade between my fingers, wh......Read the rest...

...NEO SCULPTURISTA emotional glimpses finger   strokes     smearing in dynamic gestures swooping twisting scraping   stabbing squeezing   inventive     revelatary iconics   into shap......Read the rest...