Best Accused Poems
Being falsely accused
This can leave a very bad bruise
And at the end someone will loose
Because somebody can't handle the news
Being falsely accused isn't good
When the person not doing the things that you think they should
I know it's not all about me,but it's not all about you
God knows the words we say,and every thing we do
People so often fail to realize there's 2 sides to every story
So just give Jesus all the praise,and glory.
a criminal
without any crime
am I really that bad?
Abomination
Eyes penetrating the depths
Clinical visit
Been accused of being a flirt, that's not my style
When I compliment a waitress along with a smile
No harm, no foul
I'm not out on the prowl
Just trying to brighten this fillies' day for a while
© Jack Ellison 2015
your finger pointed
so accusingly at me
rush to make judgment
facts unknown, verdict guilty
proved you wrong, sweet victory
They say children are the purest form of truth,
uncoerced, they express their feelings from the root,
A child may not always declare a parent's innocence,
unless it makes logical sense,
If privilidged, a child will look at the parent's modus
operandi, status, dignity and pedigree,
Then declare, "Those accusations are foreign to me!"
If a child hails from humble beginnings they will look at
the variables of all things, but go to the heart of human nature,
There, he/she will get a reliable answer,
because people don't usually stray too far from who they are
in soul and spirit.
i hide behind my shell
and don't say boo
until i loosen up and can be me
a simple glass of cabernet
helps chisel off the edges
rounds those prickly corners
they that keep me guarded
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
At first it appeared nothing was wrong,
But then one cartridge could be seen on the floor
Then more bullets were found scattered nearby
A horde of bullets in a wooden box shacked to the floor.
Through the door you could see a wizened foot,
A body beneath a dirty bloody bullet riddled blanket in the other room.
It was easy to elicit that this was a murder scene, brutal and stark!
Undeniably mordacious was the sign on the wall:
Welcome to 'Home Sweet Home'.
To loiter any longer at the scene was dangerous for me.
Perhaps the killer was hiding nearby?
Perhaps someone would see me there at the scene of the crime?
Perhaps I would be accused of the crime, if I reported it?
So I quickly looked to see if I had left any trace of me at the scene.
I looked around to see if any one was watching.
The 'coast was clear' and so I quietly and hastily got the hell out of there.
A trifle risky to flee the crime scene,
But it's done and dusted, my fate is sealed, I hope that my flight begets no regrets.
The fingers all pointed at the accuser, ME
I was charged with betrayal, for standing on an unwavering foundation of strength
My pillars of strength had no virtue or stadium to entertain and withstand the onslaught that followed
My failures jutted out like jagged edges of a sharpened knife.
All of my sins were imprinted on these hands of clay,
These images brushing my drifting conscience hurt me so bad
To make my feelings known is so hard to think out loud
These just the darkest, darkened, darkness.
My soul, heart and mind are at war.
Brimming revelations of convoluted lies tread this fight
There are constant blackouts and intermittent flashes of light.
Guess I chose the wrong side, my precious heart but stopped, shriveled and died
Numb to the world and feeling. I can’t speak.
Bruised lips with no words to compute or comprehend.
What is life worth living for, if your sense of touch and feel is naught?
Where’d I go wrong?
When did all what we had go to waste?
I guess no retort is strong enough to compete with these notions
Piercing lights of reason try to penetrate my mind’s eye,
But there is nothing left to pique my interests,
That door has long been closed, pressed shut.
Now all I hear is muffled whispers of defeat and the rattling of restraints
My inner most demons roaming around, looking for a way out.
All that’s left of me is nothing but an empty shell and
Once again I am on the outside, looking into the inside.
Geniuskin
In 1996 they came, shadows in the night/
Declared the case is bigger than me/
Told me not to fight/
Threats and whispers, like a storm they flew/
But my heart of gold knows, I stayed true/
A light too pure to dim/
A soul they sought to taint/
With accusations dark/
They painted me with paint/
A heart of gold, forged in flames of truth/
I would never harm anyone/
Silenced by the weight/
Of lies that cling and bind/
Yet my spirit rises, justice on my mind/
Falsely accused/
My name dragged through the mud/
But in my heart of gold/
Flows an unyielding flood/
I wish to clear my name/
To stand in light once more/
To break the chains of injustice/
And soar/
Innocence, my shield/
Truth, my guiding star/
Falsely accused/
But pure, no matter who they are/
At Cubby's, the neon hums/
A beacon in the night/
A place for solace/
But now a source of plight/
I stood there, a truth on my lips, unplanned/
Asked the clerk to be kind, to lend a gentler hand/
But shadows lingered/
Where light should've been/
Through masks of smiles, deceit crept in/
Their whispers turned to chains/
Forged in lies/
A verdict handed down/
Under cold, accusing skies/
I wore the blame they skillfully wove/
Falsehoods cloaked me in stories/
They strove/
Banned from the aisles/
Where I once stood/
Falsely accused, misunderstood/
No one to believe me, no.ear to hear/
The loneliness sharp/
The injustice clear/
At Cubby's, the neon hums/
As it always will/
But it's glow feels colder/
The world now still/
A murder has been committed today. Well multiple really. Many women have been killed
and what’s sadder is that their killer will never be punished. He will never even be accused or
suspected. He will walk free. He will live.
Many women have been killed today; a mother, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a cousin,
a neighbor, a friend,an enemy, an acquaintance, a woman. A murder has been committed
and there’s no provision for justice.
A woman has been killed today. The whisperers say it was from natural causes. They say it was
her heart, that she had a disease. How could it be? Her heart was filled with such good things. She
had dreams and hopes. But I know the killer. I see him clearly and I know that he knows it. But he
will walk free. He will live.
A wife has been killed today. The doctors say it was a heart attack. Another ridiculous
assumption. That just doesn’t add up. Her heart would never attack her, how could it? If ever it
would attack, it would be him. It would be her killer. But he will walk free, he will live.
A mother has been killed. Her kids don’t understand it. They can’t understand it. They’ve
been told it was from natural causes; her heart had a disease so it attacked her, it failed her. But that
doesn’t make sense. Her heart was never hostile, it always gave love. She was mum. But they should
have been looking more intently. Then they would have seen her killer. But he will walk free, he will live.
I have been killed today. I do understand it. My heart wasn’t diseased, but it failed. It
couldn’t go on anymore. What was diseased was everything else. It was the innocence he stole from
my babies night after night and my weakness to stop him. It was the depravity in our home. It was
the numerous women and sometimes men that defiled our marriage bed over and over. It was the
heart break; this was not what I signed up for when I said I do. I have been killed today, but he will
walk free. He will live.
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Six of them stare at me accusingly
unblinking, motionless, all in a line,
their silence since their sentence came to be
bears witness to them, victims of a crime.
Pointless for me to offer a defence,
I swear I had no hand in their demise,
my only part I played to bear them hence,
the last person to gaze into those eyes.
Their lives cut short with others in a throng,
no calls for mercy, screams of fear or pain,
not punishment, for they had done no wrong,
a necessary loss for mankind's gain.
I know that it will be a while till when
I eat some sardines from a tin again.
I have been falsely accused many times/
I was at a concert and came home/
I get off the bus and the police were looking for me/
I jumped out the second story window/
And ran because I'm innocent/
She falsely accused a metal head/
I lost my mind, the stress and shock began to develop/
I developed Fatal Familial Insomnia, lost the ability to sleep/
I never done the crime, I don't stoop to that level/
I tried to challenge the fingerprints on the knife/
The said I had a gun but I never had a gun/
The only took a knife from my kitchen/
The prosecutor said I can't challenge the evidence/
Because all the police touched the knife/
And their fingerprints are all over it/
Three Sheriff Deputies threatened to kill me/
They said the case is bigger than me/
They told me to keep my mouth shut or they would kill me/
My lawyer railroaded me in court/
One Sheriff Deputy was in court with a gun/
What was I to do/
They took my faith from God/
I ascended into Godhood because of this/
I'm not the same as anyone once knew me/
It was a culture shock when I came home/
I did not know I was free till we passed Lexington/
Then we hit Gothenburg and I saw my family/
I almost fell to my knees when I saw my mom/
I looked around in shock, I was really free/
I did not think I would ever come home/
Abandoned by everyone, I lost everything in life/
The culture shock lasted for many years/
They falsely accused a metal head/
My past was wiped from existence/
My legacy wiped from existence/
You took me from God and caused me to ascend into Godhood/
All I want to know is.../
Why did you do this to me/
I never done that/
I am fallen and forgotten/
To rise again will become a reality/
I walked through that door
They said "please, sit down"
"We've got some bad news,
And it's all over town"
"Someone said something,
And said it was you"
"She said that you touched her,
We know that's not true"
I've always loved kids
In all the right ways
I never looked AT THEM
Not even sideways
Along comes His Ex
His Ex with a grudge
She took my good name
And turned it to sludge
We all were questioned,
By all the experts
Questions that frightened
And questions that hurt
And "NO"was the answer
The little girl said
"Oh, I sat on his lap"
"But!, he only read!"
"Unsubstantiated" was
The word that they used
It stays with you always
A huge mental bruise
Forty years later
I keep them at bay
NO!, It's not right
But how it will stay