Best Axe Poems

I see the shadow on the wall,
my breath catches and hope falls.
He has found me I do despair,
The Axeman is standing there.

Hiding in the house all day,
waiting for the return of his prey.
In the pantry watching through the door,
night is all he waits for.

Silently he...

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Tom Turkey got lost 'midst the teeming flock,

   Thus, avoiding the dreaded chopping block!

      Hunkering down spared his life,

         Averting the carving knife!

       ...

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One-liner 
of doom...

"I'm leaving you"

Mercy! 

The poor fellow 
must've died 
a thousand deaths
right then...
 
"Whack! Whack! Whack!" 
goes an axe
straight through 
his confused heart. 
Ouch!
 A devastating impact.

Numb to the bone
as he stands, 
directly facing her, 
in arrested astonishment;
listening... 
as she narrates
the end 
of everything.
Too...

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Like every other day,the man came with the axe to cut a tree,one tree a day,7 days a week.This time the trees criticized the axe,telling him;don't you see that your handle is from wood?the stem of your life was a tree which died to give...

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Lizzie Borden Took an Axe

By Elton Camp

Family love often will subside
When there’s property to divide
Old Andy Borden’s second wife
Came to be a cause of much strife

He allowed his two daughters no say
When he began to give money away
To his second wife’s Abby’s own kin
With them,...

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It hangs right down below my knees,
And ladies beg, ‘ Let’s try it, please.’

They’ve never handled such a whopper
As that, my super massive chopper.

Ridiculous exaggerations about the size of my axe, of course!
For Susan’s contest

Hope no one's offended by this......

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There once was a mad-man with an ax.
Well known for some very shocking acts.
He runs down a church aisle 
Chops the altar to a pile,
He hacks until their preacher reacts.

This mad-man went to a church Bazaar.
His bizarre shouts were heard from afar.
He walked in standing...

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A.W. Nutter

Silently creeping through the hall
Concealed in the darkness of night
From God’s grace I will surely fall
My hate bringing me such delight

The handle turns easily in my hand
As your door opens without a sound
Emotionally trapped in sinking sand
Realizing I’ve entered unholy ground

Induced pain and sinful...

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Ever gone to throw an axe?
You’ll love it if you try.
Grip the handle and relax,
Standing firm into your tracks,
Release and let it fly.

Over end, the axe will spin,
And through the air will whisk.
To the target, caged within,
Close to center, you will win,
Like darts with more...

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I'm Made of Iron, Hard and Lean
My Name's Well Known, I'm Wicked Mean!
   
   Heads Still Moan from My Crack,
   Some Went Under, Upon Their Back;

So if you See Me in a Fight,
Run Like Hell, yea Take Flight!

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Do you have any axe murderers in your family
No? How totally boring is that!
They add a little spice when telling your story
More interesting than your household cat

How about a bigamist or a felon of some note
That would be a total blast!
But before you climb up...

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Upon bitterly cold dawning hours of one January 2000 day
the Harns family desperately sought a place to live – “hay
there” Nelson Swartley (an independent realtor) 
politely responded bringing unwelcome news viz our sos re lay
informing us (myself the missus, and two young toddlers –
daughters begotten...

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DUCK AFTER DUMP PING THE DON
air ring ma thoughts - no matter aye ham 
juiced one twenty first century mwm ape
serves as genuine s cape
to fly (during pitch black hours of night) and escape
burning effigies, where his jumbo jet, a sonic boom stick bewitching like...

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Winnie, wild-eyed, went insane
and sang “Happy Birthday” in the rain, 
while she washed away her bloody pain.

Now all day long she sings that song,
she sings it loud, she sings it strong,
walled in where she does not belong.

For not unlike her maddened mind,
her bony body’s been...

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My work is identity
The axe in my hand
No blisters to bother me
As for years I just stand

The weeds and the flowers
Call me back down to earth
The brown rust confuses
Destroys my self-worth

The tears and the rain
Have frozen me here
It could be forever
At least that is my...

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