#knife poems on Hello Poetry

GM Feb 2016

Haunt me

Water burn me
Cascade down me
Scold me

Food comfort me
Fill me with regret
Consume me

Music haunt me
Surround me with grief
Befriend me

Knife blind me
Slash through this sorrow
Heal me

#depression #regret #music #grief #knife #heal

Pauline Morris Feb 2016

Grabbing the Reins (trigger warning)

In the very dark of night
Where everything is out of sight
With a knife on pale white flesh
I made a creation, new and fresh
Bright and red I drew some reins
Trying to redirect the pain
Away from my swelling brain
So some sanity I might retain
But once I started I couldn't refrain
Knife sliced, blood flew
Laughter ensued
Now my body looks like tracks of a train
Everything still remains the same
Pain and agony stubbornly still remains
Nothing lost well ever be regained
Like the sand on the beach, I'm but a grain

#pain #brain #blood #sand #knife #trigger #agony #grain #reins

Erin Atkinson Jan 2016

A Pretty Kind of Empty

I eat books of poetry for dinner,
and you are on the couch next to me.
I know we are here, but what do we call this?
I think the word is home, but it
sometimes feels like a serrated knife.
sometimes, it feels like we’re holding hands
in our sleep. There is a book of words like home
in my hands: it is full of empty driveways and watering cans,
and dancing under the moon,
I eat the words, but starve on the feast.
I would have broken you like granite; placed you
like a kitchen counter. You were never meant to be the cutting board.
You are the knife. I do not play with these domestic things.
Come sit at the table next to me, darling.

#love #home #moon #happy #empty #nature #dancing #knife #pretty #granite

Bradley Lewis Cannon Jan 2016

Wasted youth

The one friend I had has just been stabbed
Over something meaningless, petty and sad.
A life has just gone to waste
It has left the earth with all other than grace
What possesses one to commit such a heinous crime?
What choice, what idea, what thought will force this
man to do time?
I stare at the spot with a tear in my eye
Why is it you of all people that had to die?
My best friend, my brother, my partner in crime
I will always remember you, and I'll think about
you
all the time.

Silly, simplistic little poem based on a BBC Documentary about police officers. On this particular story, the police were responding to an incident where a 17 year old boy had just been stabbed 7 times. They resuscitated him but he later died.
I tried to put myself in the shoes of his friends who are screaming "I just want to see him".
P.s I've just stopped crying.

#sad #tears #friendship #horror #crime #documentary #knife #police #stabbing

Zelda Dec 2015

I don't know how to love you

I don’t know how to love you. I’m not going to love you.
I won’t love you.
But I can kiss you
I can hold you when thunder yells.
I’ll reach deep down inside of you and rip out the knife that’s embedded just under your heart, that knife that has been causing you agony all your life.
I’ll take care of you
I’ll whisper the secrets the butterflies keep
I’ll touch you like you’re a fragile glass rose, but I won’t keep you behind glass walls.
I’ll destroy the mirror spitting Red all over your skin.
I’ll make you breakfast in bed
I’ll make you laugh, just don’t ask me to love you.
Don’t ask me to make you happy.
I don’t know how to do those things.
I can’t love you like you want me to.
I don’t know how to love you.

#love #broken #heart #falling #idk #butterflies #knife #agony

P S Eudonym Nov 2015

Lunch Girl

Bell rings
Walking, walking
Right on time
I see you

Phone dings
Texting, chatting
Bouncing hair curls
Unceasing smiles
Pealing laughs
I look away I
hate

Lunch now
What's food
What's in a name
What's in a food
Who cares
Phone rings

Across the table
There you are
Laughing, laughing, smiling, grinning
HATE
Hands are shaking
Breath is trembling
What is happening?
Knife is wobbling
*Now or never.

#hatred #hate #****** #school #knife #lunch

SerenitySorceress Nov 2015

We Cared

Your eyes,
They shined so bright...
But only when that metal touched your wrist...
Brought crimson rivers down your arm
I only hope that you knew that we cared...

R.I.P Myself...

#suicide #eyes #blood #knife

Kate Millar Nov 2015

Art

All I had was a pen and memories. I Found something sharp, so I made red ink. My skin was my canvas, you were my muse, Using my colours, purple and red hues. I created a dream, hidden from reality, for us together, is never to be.

#pain #art #purple #colors #cut #knife

Kerri Oct 2015

Secondhand Pain

She wraps herself up in a blanket
and tucks herself in at night.
So alone in the world,
as the cold creeps around her,
and anxiety possesses her body.

She's watched her sister poison her body
with candy from the gutters.
She's watched her mother paint her own wrists
with a knife.
She feels helpless and at times hopeless,
aching for a positive change and a chance to be free.

She sees the world beautifully
and that light burns inside and flickers in her eyes,
yet the pain she sees around her takes her hostage,
and drags her around like a puppet on a string,
and like other weary souls she slips through the cracks
of secondhand pain.

#pain #anxiety #poison #cold #knife #cracks #puppet #possess