Best Death Sentence Poems
a death sentence (meth),
so many forms of it i know
yet same effect when it takes hold,
robbing young soul's blind
taking away their chance of life,
one little hit is all they need
to become weak for it's disease,
i see it daily and yet they don't care
just pass it out like it's food,
one after another fall to the ground
lost within it's evil hold,
struggle each day but can't let it go
out the door on the hunt they roam,
til they gain enough funds to get high
within months it begins to shine,
leaving little marks behind
on the face, arms and legs,,
smoke it, snort it and shoot it too
doesn't make a difference how it's used,
just a death sentence with in a few months
as your body begins to shut down,
one high, just one more hit you claim
then it's all i'll forever need,
as your mind drifts away into another place
your heart beat slowly quits the race,
your eyes float around lost in a world of make believe
your family and friends try to help you out,
but you soon learn to block them out of life
as you steal, beg and borrow for the next high,
some even trade their body to get a fix
such a small price that you'll pay,
for a minute of feeling different inside
from some thing that is killing you each passing day,,,
still you can't see past the moment of time
that your stuck within telling everyone your fine,
as they look at you slowly slipping away
they reach out to do their best to save you,
but again and again you find away to escape
just to go on the hunt for the disease,
meth, ice, smack and even crack,
makes no difference any more to you,
because life isn't normal with out the feeling of death
knocking on your souls door,
one hit, then another and then shooting it up
because it's all that gives you freedom,,,,,,
nothing in this world is worth dying
yet you keep fighting to be who your not,
as another day begins you seeking it out
one hit, one shot, one more minute to snort,,,,,
a year of endless abuse finally comes and goes
late last night i got that call,
the one i knew was to come along the way
because you couldn't escape,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Now the public library in our town contains the knowledge for mankind,
and there’s not much happening ‘round the world, that I cannot find.
I can think of any subject that I like and tell Jenny what I’m after,
and she can find a stack of books that darn near touch the rafter.
The library’s helped me countless times from days when I’m at school,
and I’ve become a handy man with books my back up tool,
but aside from books on lifestyle needs, on fiction some are geared,
and some authors write for little kids, and some write on the weird.
I’ve hired books about our history and read about some shocking wars.
Our garden is designed from books, and I’m obsessed with reading ‘Jaws’.
But crime became my new desire with cases filed from years gone by,
where Capital Punishment was handed down and why some had to die.
Description of the victims sent a chill right through my bones,
right to the guilty on death row with all their over-tones.
I read about their last few weeks, with how and why and where,
before they took their final walk to the electric chair.
One story written by a Warder based in a Southern US gaol,
is penned about a chilling case that for you I will unveil …
Leroy murdered seven folk; the warder wrote down in this book.
For twenty years appeals were held then Leroy’s goose was cooked.
When you’re with someone for twenty years, no matter what they’ve done,
you can form a slight attachment even if a fragile one.
So one week before that final stroll Leroy was asked by Warder Black,
if there’s something special that he’d like, and Leroy answered back.
“There is something I do desire - but it must involve me faithful wife.
“My wish is” Leroy grinned. “Is to eat her meatloaf now for life”.
Well Leroy’s wish was granted and for three meals every day,
he ate the meatloaf that he begged for while the hours ticked away.
On the eve of Leroy’s execution there was tension being shown.
The corridors were creepy now with a ghostly eerie tone.
Forgotten were the seven victims - in the morning there’s one more.
Leroy must face ‘old sparky’ waiting down that corridor.
His final meal of meatloaf was brought before him on a plate.
Said Warder Black with teary eyes “You don’t look worried mate!”
Leroy laughed “I’m not my friend, that chair won’t kill me man.
If this meatloaf couldn’t do me in - I know that nothing can!”
Roman capital punishment,
crucifixion morphed into
another raised gravity depravity
Guillotine justice dropping down —
off with the heads of the enemy!
Sleepy Hollow gangsters Herod-ing into town
Time pendulum swinging ...
death sentence methods changing again
Face the firing squad
Termination by little lead sledgehammers
hitting the head bullet hard
That final granted death wish stick smoke last seen
came from the barrel of smoking guns
The temporal blade is ever swinging
in kaleidoscopic frenzy fatally spun
Change the reel on the snuff film again
Strap the condemned into an electric chair;
place the rubber cap on their head,
after shaving off the hair
Gov’ment gotta get a false witness or two
to make the charges stick
Media static permeates the air,
news flash:
Executioner has the day off,
a nurse said the death doctor was sick
Then the metal switch morphed into a plastic syringe
Lethal injection with enough poison
to make a grown elephant of a man cringe
Tear a futuristic page from ancient history,
fact check the story if you need ...
DNA results came back: it said
the death row candidate was innocent
But the brigandine centurions wouldn’t listen;
they turned an adder deaf ear, they didn’t wanna viper hear
Pilate decree taking place as scheduled —
never mind that the convicted is innocent,
State sanctioned murder must go on
Although, the torture inquisitors can’t yet prove it,
they know the condemned did something wrong
Three days later, the psychic judges were told
the dead body was resurrection exhumed
The next termination iteration
is weaponized sonic waves, I presume
We the jury
Find
“Pressure”
Guilty of murder
For the killing of
“Creativity”.
In a space-time continuum,
a random reality shift,
accelerating modicum,
without any discerning rift.
Awaiting illumination,
the world is on collateral,
discerning revelation,
of days counting in reversal.
When all the planets are in line,
preparation's a moving phase,
seals, symbols, an invoking sign,
annihilation upon gaze.
Holy judgment, heed forth your smite,
innocence crying a river,
despair hovering above flight,
no more tomorrow to savor.
4.22.15
As a child, I wished
I could refill
Sky-blue plates
With old grits and scrambled eggs
And raise sons that bled to death during night-labor.
I thought this would resurrect souls
Prematurely swallowed
Six feet below
By the black holes
On Earth.
When I prayed, I cursed
The Angel of Death
For not committing suicide
Or at least aborting Murder.
After God found me,
I helped found a new Garden of Eden
By killing
The Venus flytrap
That feeds off a human's flesh and last breath,
And releases non-essential elements
That even suffocate
Air.
I committed
These acts of kindness
In hopes of being found guilty
Of premeditated
Prevention of murder
And eventually being
Given
The life-after-death sentence.
Sentenced to the death,
The leaf cries at the verdict:
Sap displays regret.
5G RADIATION
WHAT'S THAT ALL ABOUT.
RADIATION COOKS YOU
FROM THE INSIDE OUT.
THE SUN BEAMS RADIATION
WE CALL THAT BURN A TAN
WHY IS 5G POISONING
SO WIDELY IN DEMAND.
IF HEAT FROM RADIATION
TURNS A RIVER DRY.
WILL 5G RADIATION
BURN OXYGEN FROM OUR SKY.
THIS BRINGS TO MIND
THE CARBON TAX.
WHAT'S THAT ALL ABOUT.
BECAUSE I BREATHE
AND CONSUME OXYGEN
I PUT LIFE IN DOUBT.
LET US DO A LITTLE MATH.
1 PLUS 1 IS TWO.
RADIATION BURNS OXYGEN
FASTER THAN ME AND YOU.
THERE HAS TO BE A LESSON
EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW.
GLOBALIST DON'T LOVE YOU
AND BELIEVE YOU AND I MUST GO.
5G RADIATION. YOUR CONVICTED.
YOUR SENTENCE DEATH.
5G TECHNOLOGY WAS CREATED
TO STEAL YOUR BREATH.
02292020
I'm an animal lover but I never knew this.
If you love your dog never ever feed it any chocolate.
Chocolate contains a compound known as theobromine
and it is fatal to dogs nearly all of the time.
Stark,
naked,
bare,
stare.
Full,
pull,
forced,
gorged.
hammered,
stammered,
grammered,
wrote.
logical,
symmetrical,
spherical,
formatted,
delivered,
couriered,
in cell,
was the death sentence.
(This is a fictional poem but sadly it's true for some people.)
I told him not to sleep around but he didn't listen to me.
After sleeping with lots of women, he's got HIV.
I told him to use condoms but he said they weren't for him.
Now that he has a death sentence, he wishes he had wore them.
He's going to die and I can't imagine life without my best friend.
I'm going to stand by him and give him support until the very end.
Death sentence
Heads hang
High
With tears
Of rain
Pouring on their face.
The woven knot
Is tied around necks,
Tightening slowly
Cutting off circulation
From their brains
Down to their feet.
Feeling their pulse
Slow with a deep
Chilling demand for death.
I heard the words as he sat,
There in his white coat.
His kind and caring eyes,
Looking, silently yet dreaded,
What he had just said.
Those deadly words,
That would likely end my life.
Without blinking, he ended with,
These 3 words everyone seems to say,
"I am sorry."
All I can think is, you are ripping the,
Milk and honey of the god's from my body.
I feel I have no choice or decision.
I sit there and contemplate,
Death or riddle my body with poison,
To take away the disease that has,
Engulfed my body and soul.
Now as a woman all that remains,
Is but a shell and a nightmare,
I have to live thru.
Is it really a decision or,
Just a Death sentence?
It's always sad & sorrowful when
someone is taking so young from this world
whether it be murder or rape victims
children that disappeared years ago missing it's sickening
but...it's the world we live in yeah I know
death is a given but when it's taken from
the youth it's a tragedy a travesty
so every life that's lost...it feels like I...
knew them personally like one of my own family
you see I wear my emotions on my sleeves
so tell me while you're reading my
facial expression...what do you see
can you see it the anger hatred & turmoil
as a people how far we've fallen tell me
who's gonna catch us I know we live reckless oh Lord
but please have mercy on this nation
yes we are waiting to be taken from this place and
I can relate I lost a few comrades
it's like we writing off our own fate
when we let this world consume us
because we grew up with single mothers
& dads it's a sad site and we in the fight
of our life to stay alive overcome the temptations
of hardships and wanting to commit suicide or be a homicide victim
so I beg of you oh Lord throw us down some
comfort help us to rebuke the demons
help us to never overlook repentance
so that you never hear our prayers talking about
yet another death sentence
Death of a friend brings sorrow,
one that doesn’t last for tomorrow,
Question’s if friendship built on lies,
As we call a friend that dies,
Not from life, but just from yours,
Doors that once were open, are now closed,
A friendship you wonder if it was forced,
One that was coursed into not having anywhere to go,
A friend that seeped in slow, one that went with the flow,
The safe becomes dangerous,
You say I know you,
You say it is true,
But my faith, mind, and heart,
complicates as the distance grows,
I knew you were too good at the start
But your lies are like water when it flows,
Who really is it you want to be,
With us or the lies that lie six feet,
To me,
It leaves a bitter taste on your tongue of defeat,
The work of lies and deceit,
Tell me was it worth all the pain and the grief,
Now that you will be stuck in the seat,
A death sentence is the eye of the beholder,
But truly nothing will change the mind's eye,
It's easy to fool one's heart when there is a mirage of beauty,
But the mask melts to the core is nothing but rotten irony.