Best Criminally Poems
It's my created courthouse
The jury's reached a verdict
A sentence of familiar course
Against the criminally virgin
Guilty by association
I stand to face my trial
Innocent of all my charges
Accused by my empire
Out of seventy-two wishes
I've got one left
A hunger for escape grows
On an open shelf
Surrounded by my story
I have lost my soul
Upon an open world's edge
And endless and lonely road
It's my created jailhouse
A self-sufficient cell hall
Not a single bar in sight
Just cells of open gray-walls
Imprisoned by my own delusions
In cell one on dead block
With broken bones and dying faith
An executed man begins to walk
Out of seventy-two wishes
I've got one left
A hunger for escape grows
On an open shelf
Surrounded by my story
I have lost my own soul
Upon an open world's edge
And endless and lonely road
It's my created world
It's my created plague
It's my created punishment
For my created hate
It's my created nightmare
In my created sleep
It's my created six foot hole
Which was dug for only me
Categories:
criminally, angst, confusion, depression, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
"Romance in the Reflections of the Steely Green-Eyed"
Romance is in the
reflections of the
steely green-eyed
time stolen and framed
bars to freedom
champagne dreams remain
the prisoner’s heart ignominious
kept safely in a treasure box
poetry lies laconic in the lap
kept criminally magnanimous
a hand gently caresses
a missing mind
pulling out unheard
singular words
famished and ravenous wings
flying off the transponding
power lines
black-feather quilled
screaming
a life sentence
singular words
sautéed in three lines
missing in milky moonlight
softly floats spectral
room to room mute
engaging the unaware
passing through
all the eternal years
damned alongside
all the voiceless hosts
tapping fingers like a ghost
S.O.S. morse code
on windows glassed over
lackadaisical and frosted cold
on the outside
we dance Munch mime
trapped in the
History of a Wasted Mind
solitary and confined
'til death do us part
dark and stormy vilified
electric veined
cold silver heart
feigning tame
kept on a dangling chain
a pendant looping
like an aerial display
haunting blue sky’s
moth-life tiger coiled
sabre toothed
calculating and refined
Romance is held hostage
in the reflections of
the steely-green eyed
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Me Time” / Paloma Faith
https://youtu.be/8YXudiBR1oY
https://www.navy.gov.au/aircraft/de-havilland-tiger-moth
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garden_tiger_moth
Categories:
criminally, freedom, journey, muse,
Form:
Free verse
Covid spread throughout the kingdom –
the people inside the elite compounds,
if they heard the many sounds of the
ill falling dead, did not seem troubled,
not a single head – besides, it was, for
them a special day, 60th birthday of
their consecrated God and his Queen,
to whom all will homage pay –
Politicians and Hollywood celebs alike
will take numbered turn fawning accolades
at the podium mike. Tables strategically set,
armed security carefully to vet every
privileged guest before passing the Walled
Castle-door, so not to allow Covid
to take flight and soar, spreading deadly
spore through the air – over His Majesty's
Red-carpet-floor...
There are plates with gold trim, not the
painted kind – of Twenty-four Karat as their
goblets of wine, precious silver from royal
chambers, billionaire vaults, brimming over
with champagne from prized cellars, vintage
of all sorts, tribute paid by appeasing, complicit
European Courts, with thousand dollar a-bottle
highly acclaimed ports. There will be classical
music combined with White Shaming Hip Hop Rap –
diamonds and precious other gems abundantly given
for gifts, the nation having been well sapped,
American's Treasury criminally tapped,
for the king and queen's off-road treats – while
theft and murder rages in the commoner's streets –
shortages developing to the point masses of
people will soon have little food to break-bread
and manage – to the ruling devils, simply
collateral damage....
Categories:
criminally, freedom, perspective, political, society,
Form:
Free verse
Solid roots buried deep within the earth
Though a chimera
Far above the dense ground
High high above
Where there is no one else around
But down down below
To a place rarely talked about
Where everybody goes
To confront the darkness that lies within
Slowly eating away at our soul
Slowly devouring us all
A species as a whole
Will things ever change?
yes
For better or worse
The answer is unknown
Whether or not we choose to live life recklessly
We all endure our own kind of legacy
Whether or not we choose to be seen
Is irrelative to our destiny
Run from Fame
Ego
Arrogance
Radicalism
Carrying the restricted hatred of shame
With nothing of any true value to gain
Chasing satisfaction
In an immoral domain
Having the power to enthrall the criminally insane
Having to always pretend to play this game
Hoping that it’s all a game
All from the same death set aflame
Burning ghosts of an iridescent pain
Praying that some sense of morality still remains
Categories:
criminally, america, beautiful, emotions, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
I guess I once was a juvenile delinquent. Then I became an adult delinquent. Now I'm a middle age delinquent. Soon enough I'll be a senior citizen delinquent. When all is said and done and it is all over I'll just become a dead delinquent. Ha Ha.
Categories:
criminally, april, arabic, art, assonance,
Form:
Burlesque
Normally I am sober
Love to socialize
Never lose composure
Need no disguise
I am an IT engineer
I am a good husband
Clara my wife dear
Earns several thousand
We are a happy family
Except the deadly alter
As they say the insanity
Needs a strong halter
Whenever you humiliate me
The rebel will come up
Will bring out invariably
The beast in my soul-hub
And when the beast is out
To do something horrible
Irrational bloods shout
I am criminally terrible
But the normal I has no memory
Of the monster in me
Nor the alter is aware
Of the others who accompany
This dissociation is disastrous
Psychiatry has no remedy
Psychotherapy is advantageous
For the disturbed chemistry
The broken home of my childhood
Haunts me in my dream
Both the identities in the darkness
Are in full-throated scream
Doctors give me medicines
For anxiety and depression
Sending me in reticence
To tranquilize the elephant
I don’t know how long I will stay
With this miserable destiny
I am afraid one clouded day
I'll kill both of me
___________________________
May 22, 2016
For: Split Personalities – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Categories:
criminally, anxiety, change, conflict, family,
Form:
Rhyme
Hiya, Bin doodling some lines over the
last few weeks, decided to post to see if
anyone shares my way of thinking .
Notes to Self on Poetry Writing
On the beginning
Is easy as the first line hit’s the page
Then comes the falters of the language rage
Inspired in a flash then blunts the brain
That blots the copy, leaves a filthy stain
How maddening, this crazy convolute
Contrived to keep all fixed and absolute
On the desire
For drama free, add, ad nauseam
No good was ever written by the glum
Nor happy hearts whom on fair wind would sail
Is needed more, to face uncertain gale
The chopping of the heart, the soul left bare
Live life and then return, with truth to share
On content
Oh yes be sure, unburden of that load
That weighs so heavy going down life’s road
Take care to leave no mystery unturned
Written well, then pleasure you have earned
Be Narcissus, Venus, maybe even Thor
But for PS sake, never be a bore
On ending
Confetti words strewn like varnished rain
Be set in place, the hordes to entertain
By chance alone, one mortal you may reach
That has not read a very similar speech
Then as the final dash and dot, be penned
Be wondering, do I write or I pretend
On reviews
Would Poe, his patience short, be long remain?
No doubt, of me would slate and scream disdain
Or Shakespeare, even in his lightest mood
Describe my efforts as, criminally crude
And Pope, be sitting there with shaking head
His thought, I write this comment but with dread
Hahaha, much like you are now I expect.
Categories:
criminally, poetry, writing,
Form:
Couplet
Creamy, Crispy, Criminally, Craved, Crimson Cravings
Categories:
criminally, chocolate, food,
Form:
Alliteration
I know it's not funny
What it is rather in fact
It's criminally sad
That someone in the first place
Could become or ever be
So full of their own self importance
Or so selfish and totally unaware
Let alone give a damn or care
To think so highly of themselves
That they didn't even realize
What they were or are
A spare of a spare
And yet after all of that
And having been caught out
And exposed as both
A cold hearted charlatan, grifter and fraud
Still keep up the farcical pretence
Of acting like and pretend playing the victim
No or is it any wonder then or why
Apart from themselves
Even their own supposed family
But not according to them
No longer even want
Anything to do with the pair of them
Let alone them
Or anyone else
For that matter either
Couldn't happen to 2 nicer people
They truly seem to be soul mates
And deserve
One another
Because in the end
It's their own children
Who I genuinely feel sorry for
Since you endlessly bang on about
Your problematic childhood
Because I hazard a guess
You have never given a single moments
To stop and
Spare
A thought for them
As it's only and always evet been about
Ladies and Gentlemen
One and All
I hereby and present to you
Royal Pince Spare
&
Dutchess Entitlement Sparsely
Categories:
criminally, slam,
Form:
Free verse
Not criminally responsible
In a few seconds it was over, Tim never had a chance.
He was killed, decapitated actually. The police arrested the killer
with Tim's head in hand. The trial judge ordered a psychiatric exam,
and it was determined that he (the killer) was schizophrenic,
and at the time of the killing was experiencing a psychotic episode.
The judge declared him to be NCR (Not criminally responsible)
and ordered him to go to a medical facility for treatment for an
undetermined time. After a few years, it was observed that the killer understood that he needed his medication to be able to live without
being a danger to himself or to society in general. After eight years
the killer was released back into the general population, under minimum supervision. Tim's mother was distraught at the news, and was rendered speechless. Was justice served?
December 19,2018
Categories:
criminally, death, judgement, life, mental
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
A RACIST IS REALLY "CRIMINALLY MENTALLY ILL"!!!! THE RACIST EXCEPTS "THE "MARK OF THE BEAST" AND HAS IT IN HIS OR HER FORHEAD,OR MIND WHICH IS THE SAME!!!! THE MARK OF THE BEAST "REMAINS"!!!! WE SEE THE ONES WHO REJECT "GOD" AND JESUS CHRIST!!!! RACISM IS A MENTAL ILLNESS AND HELPS END THE LIFE AND PROSPERITY OF THE ENEMYS OF "CHRIST"!!!!!
Categories:
criminally, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
How could it have felt before?
Before the implosion of the void
Countless years ago
Though its message plagues tomorrow
It brings a sense of solitude
Only felt by the criminally insane
Disparity drives desperation
That seizes humanity, deranged
Vultures stalking
Helpless prey, crippled
Bleeding through its chains
That is no human! - They chant
It is a child’s toy. they mock
Foolish enough to believe in luck
Yet not enough to give flesh up
In this prison, four walls is just enough
we linger down on the stone
Waiting for grace to fall down upon us
Waiting for a soul to trust
All the while, we will never cease to rust.
Categories:
criminally, anxiety, death, emotions, fear,
Form:
Free verse
IN MODERATION
By: William S. Labtis
Anything….taken
in excess is wrong!
Physically, morally or legally!
What may cause or uncaused you
Un-ending indigestion, detestation
protestation , exhaustion or exhumation!
After that condemnation…is a word of caution!
We may take it lightly or seriously
Everything of anything maybe precariously
Must be inconsideration always
To a safety-net should command
To seemingly good and blessedly
We must think twice and wisely
Look back for moderation as a demand.
Having dealt with in practice
Totally or wildly these earthly vices
Will surely become a backfire.
In any ground, workplace or perchance
Omit or commit, the end is indeed the measure
In battlefields, too much is an extreme
Nothing is lost than yourself alone.
Next, coming soon, live or let live
Everyday, every hour and every minute
Playfully, habitually, illegally or criminally
You may think the law dismiss or spare
What may be done uncommon or un-naturally
As the mean justify the end, automatically
As the best judgment…is moderation!
Partake and indulge
Why not! But have we considered
There are other lives who wanted to live
By themselves, with you ,however, never cared
So much we have taken advantaged of
Disheartened and engaged with and prejudiced
Nothing in exchange for moderation
The best of times.
May have leisurely come
Grasped handily, nevertheless, having done
Against the law of Heaven and man
Humanly physical. biological and environmental
and material
But you have gone so far so fatal
Forgot moderation which could have been
sweetly natural must prevail.
Categories:
criminally, life, prejudice,
Form:
Rhyme
Life is full of “upsies” and “downsies”
When your “upsies” outnumber your “downsies”
You'll know coz you'll go around singing all day
If the reverse is true, you'll bite your neighbour's dog
Also best to hide all the knives
Lock your medicine cabinet filled with pills
And throw the key down the sewer
You can't be held criminally responsible
For setting fires in the mall
Or running nekkid through the streets
Yelling, “I want my Mommy”
So here's wishing your “upsies” are winning the battle
It's actually been a while since I did that
So they say there's still hope for me!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
criminally, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
Quickly
Open suggestively
Thought take accusations
Anomalies
Bench faking
Distorted trees
Open baskets
Caskets
Deeply seed
Close proportionally
Who to be
Watched washed criminally
Minded law orders
Gavel pounding heart beat
Engaging ceremonies streets
Blue red purple stories
Back lash freaks
Bullet scraping
Rimmed concrete
Who to be
Soaked tears adolescence
Skipping detention
Rattle thieves
Bees were is at straight
Con-formalities
Body counting
Recognition
Who that
Be
Categories:
criminally, black african american, death,
Form:
List