Best Condemned Poems

178 months, 129940 hours,
now only 10 minutes remain.
Sitting in cold eerie darkness,
he observes the rhythm of water drops,
slowly wipes away streams of sweat
with his withered trembling hands.

That aching fear, gnawing in his fevered brain,
spasms of fear demanding flight
yet none to be had,
his inner soul asking...

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Winter approached 

in hours of finality, 

quelled midst midnight's 

imperfectly lit enticement 

of darkly notable

impressive spirits, 

motioning a welcomed 

goodbye gesture, 

laying to rest 

a chilled salutation, 

as ghostly ambitions 

commenced to play 

a well articulated

empowering seduction, 

chasing lullaby's softly

dreamt enchantment, 

sleeping peaceably

unfurled beyond

destined reawakening,...

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178 months, 129940 hours,
now only 10 minutes remain.
Sitting in cold eerie darkness,
he observes the rhythm of water drops, 
slowly wipes away streams of sweat
with his withered trembling hands.

That aching fear, gnawing in his fevered brain,
spasms of fear demanding flight
yet none to be had,
his inner soul...

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Condemned And Judged

Why is it so hard to say what I am feeling?
Others decides what I can say
What I can do
Who I am
My life is not up to me
I am condemned for my thoughts
Judged for my ideas
Ideas that have to remain unspoken
Not allowed to express...

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Story of a Condemned Criminal

In a secluded investigatory chamber
a veteran detective is conducting an examination 
on a suspect who insists he did not commit the crime.

The investigator must commit the suspect for trial
because he arrested him. The suspect insists on his innocence 
because he did...

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Swords
Drawn
Swiftly
From tarnished
Sheaths of bulbous flesh
Transforms pain into audible
Snippets of abhorrent venom sired by taut tongues....

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they stand no chance
the die is cast
condemned 
without a trial
guilt by association...

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Condemned

nice
house had
christmas trees
and children sounds
asking, “Ma, is it time to come in now?”
oh how we stretched forth here and became grown
voices are still
haunting now
glory
gone
once
favored
domicile
all move in new
what fools destroyed your beauty day by day?

7/10/16
...

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Note to self: Never again read 'The Monk' 
by Mathew Gregory Lewis 
before drinking myself into a diabetic coma...

...All night long
The Wandering Jew requested directions to salvation;
That is to say,
Whenever I wasn't being pursued by the Bleeding Nun
- She seemed like a good enough sort
For...

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Condemned
I
I just woke up from my breathless bed
And wondered why I still live
I thought death would take me on a leave
Unto the path I never dread.

I sat down on the couch
My sins stirring at my frightening face
The iniquities of yester years sort me to trace.
And...

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Not feeling guilty, 
but with attitudes of a king

Not feeling guilty,
but thinking he's a golden ring

Not feeling guilty,
I see his tail

Not feeling guilty,
he deserves jail....

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Baby when I see you I can’t tell
I love you so much I want to yell
Without you my life will be like hell
I will suffer like in condemned cell
When I am with you I feel so well
I feel like a hero and a male
You are...

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The Spirit of Truth deeply hurts and wounds a sinner exposed 
universal facts none of us are perfect to be honest 
the union between man and woman 
strictly this is the only marriage God has ordained 
Those of you that support anything other 
stand against...

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Engraved with harsh sound, each shackle's screech molested my eardrum,
   Its starry silver, sparked oblivious wham into my heart, shattered like shard,
Rigorously, premature sweat hopped down to my forested beard,
 Never! They can't let me loose again, as they gathered like a scrum.

Amid...

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We strive to live as though we’re in heaven –
a state of continuous joy and bliss –
complaining about news at eleven
that tells us about things that are amiss.
We don’t concern ourselves with others’ plights,
except through seasonal contribution.
We don’t want to be troubled by their fights;
we’ll...

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