Best Hang Poems
Once, a strange structure appeared in a barn yard
difficult not to notice, a scaffold to hang horses
for throwing their masters
Dumb and never protesting they were led up the ramp
built like a stairway to heaven
With never any last minute salvation
No 'Pegasus' wings that sprouted from the withers.
Hooves crossed on the chest each was duly blest
and I wonder if each mistook the noose
for a lasso around its neck.
With one somb're bell a'ringing the hangman pulled the lever
'There are no last minute requests for horses being executed'
Justice done again?
Yet it seems in the equine world
hanging has served as no deterrant.
Inherant in all horses is an urge to
throw their masters.
Give Me Your Best James Tate
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Home Of The Hang Man
The children are so full of doubt
No one is allowed to speak
No one is allowed to shout
Opinions are driven underground
Seems that every time they do it wrong
Always been the same old song
Never get it right
Never allowed to speak
Never allowed to fight
It’s a strange house
The children are so full of doubt
A strange house
The kids just don’t understand
They don’t see that this is the way it’s all been planned
Keep them frightened is the game
Then all those “other” things won’t need to be explained
Why is big brother always mad
Why is younger brother always sad
Why does he sit in his bedroom all alone
Because it’s a strange house
And not a home
It’s a strange house
The children are so full of doubt
A strange house
Everything they do or say
Is turned into to a weapon to build upon the barricade
And Dad pretends he’s not afraid
Of the sudden discovery of suffocated memories
The dark deeds linger in a cage
Of ridicule and violence that makes the babies cry
So Mum has buried her suspicions worryings away
In Sunday lunches usual farce
A make believe gathering of corrupted loving and pretended merry making
It’s a strange house
The kids are so full of doubt
A strange house
Big brother hit the self destruct
With pills and needles long before he decided he was gay
No one ever asked him why he was so mad
And no one ever asked why younger brother was so sad
He sits up stairs in his room
Surviving in a sea of doubt
The suffocated memories have all come out
He’s always sad and he’s always alone
The babies to they both have grown
But he doesn’t know them anymore
It’s been so long since he left that so called home
It’s a strange home
The children are so full of doubt
A strange house
Their children are so full of doubt
Brought up and made this way
All their futures turn to grey
As all the buried memories fight their own way out
Remember why they always felt so wrong
Remember what happened when we were young
And mother just closed her eyes she did not help
All the future turns to grey
Brought up and made to be this way
Father was the hang man who took their lives away
Don't think like an ant for a tunnel to hide.
Imagine yourself a surfer.
Hanging ten!
With a beautiful surfboard and a wave to ride.
The sun casting a golden god color to your skin,
That fresh ocean water baptizing your face.
Ants can't ever do what you can.
So, stop being a Poet who writes the least you can.
Be a poet who can truly inspire....
The Family of Man.
February 9, 2020
7:30pm PST
She’s dead they said!
She I thought. Who is she?
I stared straight down at a frumpy old thing.
On the bed, a lump, so dead.
Was that me? I asked my spirit guide.
My guide laughed; he always loves it
That it takes me a while to recognize my flesh body
Between life times.
Let’s go figure it out, he suggested.
We watched a video; my entire life as a woman.
As a she; I was still trying to get over it actually.
I was a mother and a grandmother? What was that like?
You don’t remember? He asked me.
He is amazed at my lack of long-term memory.
My short term memory is not that great either.
I do not hang on to bodies with much admiration or reverence.
We sat around watching other people’s movies.
These are your possibilities he told me.
Parent possibilities. It was all coming back to me now.
I do not want to be a girl! I told him sternly.
He laughed. Impregnating me as a boy, but the egg split.
So I came back around as a twin.
I was damned mad when I saw that the other twin was a boy.
And here I was a girl again. Some idiot doctor slapped my butt, and
I could not stop bawling!
Just beneath the throat is a hot porridge
the body knocks down but still operate
heat all over, jump into the nearest fridge
sight shivers in its domain so temperate
morning light is covered by one big ridge
aches and weariness don't want to separate
from the stomach to the mouth is a bridge
for a crazy out pour to generate
since last sweet night, the mind is in a flop
quick and short morbidity from its groove
sips and gulps in an interplay nonstop
require the next coffee to disapprove
long consciousness puts the being back on top
back to normal and Life is on the move.
There's no use in hanging on to something that's not yet real
So kiss me, baby, say goodbye; you know the way I feel
I'm not ready to settle down,but I know you'd like me to try
So don't keep clinging to me, girl, I'll only make you cry
It's true you have a heart of gold
And you'll give it to me, it would never be sold
That might be what I'm looking for
But just for now I need a whole lot more
Baby that's all I have to say
Except maybe I'll be back for you someday
But until that day don't hang your dreams on me
Some people would give their whole life to have what I've got with you
It may not be right but I'm leaving tonight, don't want to make you blue
Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault
You're everything a woman should be
But if I hang around, your world will fall
When the urge to leave starts pulling me.
Let’s hang upon a star
my friend
And travel upon roads
that have no end
For today I peered upon your face
and reclaimed forgotten dreams
Then whitewashed memories
of earthly chaotic scenes
Well you haven't given me much of a reason these past
few seasons to put my whole heart into this so-called
relationship...well I need to know if you still love
me or not...I Need A Reason To Hang Around I don't
know what you expect from me anymore and it's been a
long, long time since Heaven could be found...I really
don't want to leave you but you haven't given me much
to stick around for...well I Need A Reason, I Need A
Reason To Hang Around...I used to think you cared and
maybe you still do but we're like strangers livin'
together and for years that's not been anything new...
I used to bend over backwards for you but when it comes
to me it's like an inconvenient when I need you...well
I'm getting tired of you treating me like you do and I
don't know how many tears I can cry...it seems as tho
you think you got me where you want me well baby I’m
this close to saying goodbye...Heavens no more to be
found and I Need A Reason, I Need A Reason To Hang
around!
When life is filled with pain, hang on,
for tomorrow may bring comfort
and who knows joy may come your way
don’t despair, life is uncertain.
Be it a greater hell, believe
When life is filled with pain, hang on,
And if it doesn’t, don’t despair.
Times not right for surrender.
Give time its due and see the end
what’s wrought in store is yours to know
When life is filled with pain, hang on.
Surprise things happen all the time
There’s time to fight and time to know
when it’s foolish to continue.
But till then give sweet hope its chance
When life is filled with pain, hang on,
The green
Marlboro light in her fingers
Smoke shifting in the air
The wind blowing through
The combini flags
Waving surrender
We stay quiet
In the dark night
If one of us speaks
A single word
Everything will overflow
Endlessly
Nothing can stop
The tears
The truth
The taste
From flowing
In our mouthes
Keep on pretending
Just gotta
Hang on a
Lil longer
Have a
Lil more patience
Have a
Lil more trust
Wait
I see it
There's the light
At the end
Of the tunnel
Just hold on
Without a doubt, there'll be an end
What it was like before is hard to comprehend
Imagining our life
Before this strife
Like night and day, good times well spent
Hang Myself in the Sky
Hang myself in the sky
The sun is shining
It is frightening
The sky is blue
There's no clue
Looking for secrets
You gave me pamphlets
No matter what you say
I will say “nay”
So you’ll say “nigh-nigh”
Hang myself in the sky
The sun is shining
It is exciting
But, I am in blue
You have no clue
Looking for secrets
You took me to outlets
No matter what you say
I will say “pay”
So you’ll say “bye-bye”
Hang myself in the sky
Singing voice is a bit shaky
Honestly I don’t want to die
You're gonna say “Why?”
I Hang my Painting
The people walk on by and look
My life is hanging on the hook
Every look they find an angle
Nothing simple, life a tangle
A life, the process that we need
From time to time it leads to bleed
The shadow change is after us
A better person we are thus
Our paintings hang on the display
Some stand to look, some walk away
We cannot change our life painting
All we do is choose the framing
I write here smiling in your face
and hope you notice this word space
- iambic tetrameter-
death is very clear
not like blurred reality
where snags just appear
and if strings remain attached
we can find the puppeteer
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You must hang in there
No matter what happens
Through the rough times
Situations worsens
Before they get better
Just hang in there
Bad times do not last