Hangman Poems - Poems about Hangman

Hangman, hangman, That man is being hung Stop the atrocity. Let us hang him, Since we are all guilty Unless you're sinless Accessed in a mortality? ...

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_ _ _ _ She asked for all the vowels. People always do. But hymn is the hardest hangman word. It was lovely though, she drew the last leg of her stick figure with a smile on her face. She squeezed my hand like she always does and said, “You’re so good at games. I can...

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I’m on the thirteenth step of the gallows with not a single fear in my heart For when my body hangs lifeless My soul will then depart I’m not sure where I’m headed But it’s got to be a better place than this There’s no one here that I care about There’s nobody here that I’ll miss My...

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I could feel them tight knots in my stomach. They were there, I had no choice. Then in crept through, That manipulative voice. At 14 I felt far from loose, Already practicing how to make a noose. Using it or not, is a different book. So I did some research and had a look. I had to make sure everything was right- Not just...

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Wonder what the hangman had in mind When he was looking in the doomed man’s eyes, While double-checking if the noose was right Did he have haunting, hollow dreams at night? Did he empathize with the condemned lost mind? Was it compassion for beloved left behind? Or just revulsion for the cruel crimes With helpless victims’ last and feeble cries? Or maybe...

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~~~We the People Seriest~~~] We sow what we weave as we weave a woven cloth. May it be from threads of kindness; and not of uttered wroth. May peace, goodwill, and joy be the only words spoken; while the threads are being bounded__ and tightly interwoven. We pray that love is the strongest thread of...

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Fresh reek, Wisteria Sublime sun casts a umbra Hanging by a rope...

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The hangman was a righteous man who took his duty gravely The man condemned, with bended head moved hesitant yet bravely Atop the stair they took their place to face the crowd there gawking The hangman sternly cleared his throat and then commenced to talking “The importance of democracy cannot be overstated And every man must have his say this...

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Hopeless endless countless lines Any more hope draw my twines Never give up just take a guess Give a riddle and leave the rest More structure to watch me struggle Another question and leave a scribble Now all left is to draw the noose draw me scissors and cut me loose....

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The hangman was ready to chop head to a thief, An unbearable heat poured down from heaven ''How lucky you are '' - said the hangman with grieve, " You are saying goodbye to your head and forever. But, I have to crawl back under such red-hot sky." * Such a lottery this an unpredictable life!...

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Limerick: Once a hangman tied the proverbial knot Once a hangman tied the proverbial knot On a woman who smoked sizzling pot Tried as he could his best To take it all in jest: Smoke in pot rot the knot round the sot. © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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The pay is good. The world's abrim With men in need of dying. Though being shunned confounds him Some, he's past the point of trying. Unwelcome in their church, he prays Alone for his deliverance, But can't recall the magic phrase To jimmy open God's forgiveness. He looks sidelong at all their locks, the doors he may not enter. And ponders hard the paradox Of circles...

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Ferry me furiously further  from the furnace of self chaste and river of man -hope, The island of feigned wellness, The high-horse of self-pride;  hangman of pure-heart.  What's the shame in weakness? What's the shame in weeping? What's the fault in falling? The tussle to stay afloat keeps the mind on its toes The Spirit and Soul's penchant for penance rises.   What's the crime in...

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wretched hangman covered in sin you turn from my offer and pay me no heed the taste of your lips brings royal pain your cold hand on my chest destroys all that is sane the dawn of your affection brings morning flight my will is yours to take where you might and though I be lost I fear not my love in...

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Dreams course through; Constricting , a noose, Draining your oxygen dry Attached to paranoia ; ... Back and forth , Eyes twitching with it Until they catch the wind, Until the flames are fanned, the slow acceptance of 'real' Your pencil draws the line, Transforming fantasies ; Shaping the perfect path no more empty direction; The rope is severed You release the Hangman...

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