Best Hanged Poems

Listen my children and ye shall hear,
A tale to make ye quake with fear.
'Tis a scarey tale I tell ye no lie,
Of a man who was told he had to die,
For a crime he committed in the dead of night,
And each Hallows Eve he returns...

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CEZANNE STUDY – The House of the Hanged Man

Late Autumn

Buried in a hill,
Steep as descent from humanity,
A country house stands.
It’s late autumn,
Deep, sick autumn –
Deep as the plunging cellar door,
And fronting, its branches stripped, begging skyward,
This raped tree
Which no longer hides the window –
The window,...

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There was a virile wallpaper hanger called Brunn
Who did his best to make every job well done.
His fame spread far and near.
And clients were heard to cheer
“Hire Brunn if you want something well hung.”...

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Four winds whisper;
tricky crossroads.
Consider gingerly,
with the patience of Jobe
and care of the surgeon's scalpel.
A rocky path, or dead end road
entices same as smooth.
One will be lit by truths.



Arlene Smith
01/23/15
Contest: Tarot Cards
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
No. Four: The hanged man...

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Hanged man leaving time now to yesterday
A dimmed light a black in the windows bay
No children in garden or Christmas lights next year
Going on to death so leaves us bringing up the rear
Inspired perhaps by strange hanging fruit in the trees
Nuances rope chosen long ago...

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Aye, to adjoin The Hanged Man
suspended from his mundane world
traveling a paradox journey
lost in a timeless underworld.

I see you, Hanged Man
with your hands tucked away
your eyes ever so peaceful
watching fate make way.

I hear you, Hanged Man
as you silently speak
"You must sacrifice for the greater good"
-but...

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And if the winter comes
It will come too soon for autumn
But a branch shall be the angel’s arm
To raise me from the bottom;
I shall not sink into the snow
Nor feel the winter’s dark white breath
For here my eyes shall always open
To the sun; it, to...

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Listen my children and ye shall hear,
A tale to make ye quake with fear.

'Tis a scarey tale I tell ye no lie,
Of a man who was told he had to die,

For a crime he committed in the dead of night,
And on each Hallow's Eve he...

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The hanged man sings
The song, now over
Once, sounds of jubilee
Ends, a song of goodbyes
Words, lost on deaf ears for the most
Goodbyes come too late for him
Shall hanged man sing again?
Or shall his music die?...

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Abandoned house isolated with cracked walls
Aberration emerging forth from the natural terrain
Red and black roofs of the village nearby almost seeming a beacon of civilisation

The wood boarded lower rotting windows and barred doors
Faded moth eaten curtains a cynical beauty of zephyred gossamer
The time long years...

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Let voted houses remain hung
And horse-trading go on unsung,
Let picture frames on walls get hung,
But men need never once be hung.
Call it an edict of a tongue,
Linguists' belief and devout faith,
Man should only be hanged till death.
 
Whilst garments in their wardrobe house
Upon their own...

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A sand weight walking in a noon
Slumber stutter and sun moon fiasco
Lit morning and walking in shrill
Not many come keeping away the judge
As finally roaming as a sand world casted
The REM moods of inside mettle
And the sandman scoops for noontime
Abreast be less full of oneself
Hushing...

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