Scissors Poems - Poems about Scissors

you asked me how to walk with scissors I said my dear, that's so bizarre that's like asking how to get to Georgia without using planes or cars, a better man than myself would've told you darling if you wanted to learn how to walk with scissors you're better off crawling you hold them by the blade my love just like you did to me you tell...

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There once was a noble man, a tailor, A great soul disguised in a routine role, In sea of humdrum life, a skilled sailor In search of a hallowed path of plain goal. A king when came to him, homage to pay, Gifted a pair of scissors made of gold That left the sage ponder,...

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But a brush and a touch, one parting more. Delilah, Moon-girl, you stole my strong light. I, your Sun-boy, am shorn having blackout, but remember my close shaves, the honey and dead days, my foes jaw-struck, as the long-winded she-ass brays in my ear. With influence silverish, drowning golden locks, the egg-eating fish-god wins for a period till dawn's yellow meets me at...

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I just want to be me, free to exist, rest knowing everything inside is seen; The somber parts also need to be kissed, if it's love then there is no in between; Really, can't I simply be who I am? Tired of only being half a vision; Start to feel better in this skin then bam! Intrusive thoughts offer no solution; Snipping...

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The dangers of health and safety Cannot possibly be overstated Because yesterday I tripped over A pile of paper H&S related It's a minefield of regulation I've bought a tsunami plan And six fire extinguishers For a one-man-business band The ludicrous requirements Are completely over the top... Soon I'll have to wear safety goggles When I vac...

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I start out by looking around the room And thinking what if the clock ran down the stairs Jumped out the window and landed on the calendar? What if the scissors got angry with the crayons? Would there be a massacre? Would my muse name it? My muse wakes up upon hearing her name. She is persnickety and wants to change most...

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SCISSORS S cissors to hold pair of metal blades fastened at middle C utting paper, cutting cloth, other materials I nstrument so simple to make pieces S hearing tools though hand operated. ...

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I have the shoes, you have the socks. We can be snug together but you like things hard as rocks. I'm an eraser, just tell me when and I'll be there, only if you don't freaking use a pen. You have a key, and I have a lock it fits perfectly, but to open the door you'd rather knock. So puh-lease boy, gimme...

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You're a waste of a man The last choice for a sane person The weirdest weirdo amidst weirdos You just don't fit in — Like a pole climbing strap Trying to be forced into a blue Jeans What an abuse of the word, Belt... You're not the tallest Nor the darkest Neither are you the brightest Yet, whenever you're amidst your peers You're always singled out...

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CUTE WENDS SCISSOR HANDS It’s lock down in Jozi, a state of emergency As you know, Wends my hair dresser sent me a what’s app, Haven’t seen her for Three weeks or so, She’s bored, so started to cut her front and back Lawn with her scissors, As for now has no customers, so does not use Her salon’s mirrors!...

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Scissors cutting baby curls Hair dropping at a breakneck pace Husband arriving at the door Horror etched upon his face What are you doing to our baby girl I simply can't relate To our darling little girl Not having curly hair but straight...

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“And you may love me like a saint, but you’ll lose faith eventually” – Cut the String, Mother Mother I’ve got the scissors ready— Never been one to cut straight, But let me tell you—I cut just the same! After all, it helps me breathe, when you’re away Now I don’t mean that in a horrible sense Where’s the lines that...

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You ask what the scars on my knees are from I say its because I've been knocked down Over and over again But it just means I’m good at standing up And you ask about the dotted white on my ankles I say I've dropped any too many Half empty half full glasses On my feet You point at the scar under my...

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Rock, scissors, paper A game that you never let me to win You, the coral which stand at the limit of my shores You, the scissors which cut all of my mourns and anxieties But this time Let me win you with paper For this time I want to embrace...

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ROCK PAPER SCISSORS I heard that somewhere in India they say ‘stone paper scissor’ And my bible says they stoned James to death, I am hoping I am not to be stoned, for what I would say And I pray the Angels may ‘bear me up in their hands, lest I dash mine feet against a stone’ In life...

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