Gallows Poems - Poems about Gallows

(A rebuilt person whispers) Before I knew Love I was once so pure With a heart so free Carefree for all to see Everyone loved and smiled at me But one day Love came calling And offered me the chance to take a risk Offered me her spiritual red gallows with rope and chair Smiled and said Climb up there Put on the...

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She hated herself there’s no denying that As God’s favourite chastened child Bearing the burden of betrayal And a heavy heart filled with sorrow In her sombre world Where light doesn’t penetrate the walls Penalized for her sins Waiting for the gallows to pull in And bring her dim life story to the end A tortured soul never touched...

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They live in a world of illusions Gripping onto their beliefs Weaving a web of lies Steering their journey through the tide Are guardians of their pride Masses who follow their rules Followers of the deceitful fib Enjoy a life of ease The ones who supply them With their fabricated visions Shape their lives with lead Are masters of this creed But those who dare to speak...

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How is this free verse poem. Perfumef handkerchifs Hiding thete smells SEND THEM TO THE WORKHOUSE THEY ARE SPOILING MY MEAL Urchins and vagabonds Scavaging for food SEND THEM TO THE WORKHOUSE THEY ARE SPOILING MY MEAL The starving scrambling Food from the bins SEND THEM TO THE WORKHOUSE THEY ARE SPOILING MY MEAL Pickpockets stealing Stealing my bread SEND THEM TO THE GALLOWS THEY ARE SPOILING...

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(This dark poem was written on the anniversary and in memory of the events of January 6, 2021.) Gallows at the Capitol By Mark D. Stucky “Hang Mike Pence” was the chilling chant the day democracy died on a gallows at the Capitol, when citizens began rejecting election outcomes they didn’t like, and, to get their way, turned to threats, harassment, and violence. Denials of elections,...

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"Nobody favors a share ... for sins I bear, no one cares. Now that the appointed hour pines faintly, I stand in lights grace, a shadow no more, barring lives in my wake and none before. My cup did run over, right into me, and spilt nothing, and as I saw the empty cup, I prayed. Do tell, 'What does absence appear to be?' Shunned by...

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Show me how you tie the knot Wow, great! Does it fit your head? It would suit you! Are your legs tired? Don't you want to rest them? Don't you trust yourself to overcome anything? Don't you trust me?...

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Welcome to the gallows my friend Welcome to your lifes end You lived you life so fast and hard So from life you have been barred. Worshipping everything under the sun Taking what you wanted with a gun From state to state You made your own fate So Welcome to the gallows my friend Your life will soon end Life on the...

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Walked a wooded trail, suddenly unsure of my surroundings, wondered had I'd become lost.. only a moment disconcerted, as dusk grew nearer. I went over an old river crossed by an even older bridge, there not seen and yet to see a small child oddity. for no town or village folk walked alone on so cold a...

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Dedicated to artist N. It was the spring so frantic that even the ancient gallows at the city square spawned a green sprout. I read my poetry aloud to you, my first, my awkward and ecstatic poems that I penned last night to sing your abstract art, your cold and unresponsive heart, your gray-blue eyes and the prune sleet on my lone way...

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The black gallows moan in the shadowy glade where, vaguely lit by the autumn moon, dark blue pierces the night and the river murmurs of mad seas, of raging waters. Contained in the vast ether, I am a shivering willow journeying down the winding river. On the banks, the wolves howl, white-fanged with stealthy eyes. In...

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A gallows stands in the midnight light; The empty rope swings left to right. The rotting steps stand bleak and bare Though many feet had passed through there. A shadow recalls the wretched waiting; Of rusty bars and iron door grating. A teeming mob and rasping cheers And a little child who stood in tears: “They’re taking his life, who gives them the...

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Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain both beloved affluential cognoscenti, (took their life via cerebral hypoxia) neither death can one explain left family and friends to speculate without lapsing into speculation impossible knot to veer off toward inane, where...

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Walking up the steps to the gallows rope, Hands bound tightly behind me, there is no hope. The hangman, the preacher and the crowd all want me dead, For what I’ve done or something I’ve said. They haven’t given me a chance to explain, Why I’m not the man who caused all this pain. As they slip the hood down over...

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Gasping rasping clasping grasping condemned man's last gasping, rasping breath, hands on the noose clasping, grasping- death (* Tyburn was the site of public hangings in London from the 12th century, executing everyone from Highwaymen to Clergymen, at what is now Marble Arch) For contest 'write me a Tyburn', sponsor Kim Rodrigues 24th january 2018...

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