Best Noose Poems
Anxiety (The Worst Noose In Town)
-- like flooding waters, creeping in
I count 30, seconds, holding my breath again
Drowning in agitation, overwhelmed by fear
I try to hide the pressure in hopes I don't pass out
My pores are soaked, from all the perspiration
I feel the pins and needles pushing in
My skin is ruined from all the peeling
At this point, I can't seem to win
Washed out by dead hope and desire
My soul is lost searching for a shore
leashing, grasping and ripping the chest wide
I count 40, seconds, once nausea can't be blocked
Everything about this moment is driving me mad,
I need to escape, however, my knees are too weak
I tremble while losing control to the emotional distress
My knuckles are pale, detached from reality,
wounds forced with further embarrassment.
Guaranteed failure surrounds my day
Numbness strikes my very essence - I can't move!
Lost in a room,
Therapy - even so I feel singled out
HAPPY VALENTINES (it can get the best of us)
---------------------------- love Linda
Salem
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Unrest of spirit churns behind thy door,
the sin interned therein is quarrelsome
No "witch" that thou hast burned serves to restore
the pitch that has upturned thy moral plumb
Forego thy demons, none would be found here
Such guile belies the pleasure of the young
Until thy trials should rise of fact, not fear,
so will thy measure see the pious hung
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Date: 11/14/2018
Sponsor: Julia Ward
contest: Unrest of Spirit
Long tennis matches stretch on and on for love of deuce,
While endless freight trains mercifully end with a little red caboose.
Domestic snits could be shortened dramatically with a fruit juice truce,
Though kids keep on playing 'Super Elite 4' when they might be watching
'The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle the Moose.'
Some highly-paid accountants play with their clients' numbers, fast and loose,
As weight-loss specialists do patients' expanding waistlines fail to reduce.
More and more often gynecologists must early labor unexpectedly induce,
So that a healthy, social-media-acceptable baby be rapidly produced.
Romantic poets with winsome words do their audiences seduce,
Since philosophers do airtight, logical conclusions no longer deduce.
Injun squaws are still known to carry their young ones in a papoose.
Whereas a hanging by a noose is a custom quite understandably out of use.
And, of course, the current Oval Office Occupant continues to rule the roost
By tweeting, texting, and twittering a refuse-storm gallopingly profuse.
Which all leads to the inevitable, inescaple, perhaps irrefutable con-cluse
That some people will and others won't throw up their hands, saying
"What's the Use?!"
Prayer For Bad Noose
(The Goitre Psalm)
The Lord is my Shepherd
I shall not want a Swollen Neck
He Leads me to the BEST Physician
He Restores my Throat
He Leads me through the dangers of Surgery
for His Name’s Sake
Yeah, thou I work through the Shallowest of Breath,
I fear it’s just “Goitre Go!!”…Thyroid -
and Thy Staff comfort me.
Thou Prepared an Operating Table for me……
You anointed my body with Anaesthesia …my Calm Runs over.
Surely with Your Goodness and Mercy shall I swallow…
….all the Days of my Life.
(The Fg 81.5.8)
It's the noose that is waiting for me.
Now the law is for all to abide.
I will hang from the old gallow tree.
It is murder they say, first degree.
So the judge summing up, will decide,
It's the noose that is waiting for me
Having death on my hands, let it be.
With a plea for some mercy denied,
I will hang from the old gallow tree.
A large crowd they had gathered to see
An old preacher, to pray by my side.
It's the noose that is waiting for me,
To hang by the neck, for my fee.
It's the convict i now stand beside,
I will hang from the old gallow tree.
By my hands, he will die, or go free.
Then the condemned, now blindly he cried,
It's the noose that is waiting for me,
I will hang from the old gallow tree
3/ 9/ 2015..
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Deep in the cave inside my heart
Is the place you'll never be
It's sealed and locked forever now
Because you threw away the key
You've stolen all my faith in life
And my ability to love
I have no big accomplishments
Or accolades to be proud of
Remember when we got ****-faced
and went to New York City?
You left your sweater in the cab
and it got really chilly
We barely caught the train back home
You fell asleep in my arms
You cuddled close and held my hand
And drew me in with your charms
But in your sleep, you called his name
I should have figured by then
But I was naive and stupid
Because I trusted you again
As much as I want to tell you
What you really did to me,
I can't because what comes to mind
Are those sights I can't unsee
And all the while you were seeing him
As our "love" continued to grow
I thought that this was all my fault
But it was YOU I didn't know
You left me for another man
Wait, that's not exactly right
It's more like I walked in on you
Betraying my trust that night.
So I'll be forced to live with this
Well, not for very long
I hope you get what you deserve
Because you were in the wrong
Nothing will matter anymore
Not once I've tightened this noose
Everything will fade into black
And I'll be free from life's abuse
06/09/2016 - Tomas Vazquez
In my head will
In my heart fire
My silence is my strength
I will take this and go
You've taken this vessel strangers
My spirit will live on in you
fire will ignite silence
My voice will dry all tears
Jason Jarrell - Tarot Cards- 2/5/2015
The hanged man
Just know there's someone out there
Who sees past all your demons
The ones who hope for leaving
your remorseful feelings
Dealing with that cold breath
From that dragon who's breathing, on you
Hangin' from the ceiling, like a neck
Check once, check noose
Loosen it, keep yourself from losin' it
Get some fusion with fusin' the juices
Rebootin' the lucrative
Who wouldve assumed accusations
Accusing doom when relating
To shoes on the pavement
Making your way to digging your grave
In vein, blood rains with pain
The memories, everything
I would severely sever
After all I am the devil then
The master but if god is a disaster
My brain is hurricane-like, so sea whole the factor
Of fear, love, ache, enduring some rage
Anger, some days but some they sum great
For ones made for danger
The ones who shock watts out of tazers
Hop scotch from the lasers
And play jump rope with a rough rotation
But before ya turn to saying you're an eight feet
Hole buried 18, won crazy
Ate the eighteen sayings spoken over lately
Dosing off in the distance
We are here to listen to the kids
In fear of itchin' the skin again
To feel less real
reality check once
check noose still
Spare the noose - let one live!
Just moments and life's gone,
for the lives one hack
and for it never to come back!
Isn't justice flawed with 'glee' to adorn?
The noose has a strong say
and so do the bullet!
Can one take a call with ballet,
to snatch a beautiful life away?
So easy to take than to give -
easy to take a tooth for a tooth
and eye for an eye ! Won't it soothe,
to keep a person alive?
If a single person's decision
that took life is wrong,
so, will be - a collective throng!
Can justice be seen in 'retaliation'?
Civilisations claim to civilise -
by deliberately inflicting pain
and causing agony only to gain!
How is it an attempt to harmonise?
Taking life by force in a system,
meticulously planned
and with the gallows manned -
Who rests authority for any such dictum?
Rules are guidelines laid by the man,
for the man - for humanity to steer,
itself to sheer and for some to fear!
Gives no right to kill - ain't it time to ban?
And how qualified, a Judge,
to ascertain the quantum?
Doesn't outcomes of a post-mortem,
reveal their susceptibility to fudge?
What is travesty, if this is not?
In a civil world with respect for life,
survival - a day-to-day strife!
Isn't this for sure - an ugly face of human rot?
Life formed is by its own will,
from Life by life's own choice,
and not by any fancy voice!
Why plague it with collective ill?
Look at corrective steps instead,
even incarceration till death,
or community service till end cometh!
Kill for a kill will only make hatred spread!
Executing executions even on ones own self,
when all the wrongs to right with might,
fall flat on the face and not worth a fight!
Won't condoning surge from deep within the 'Self'?
Find space in thy heart to forgive!
Religion that imparts killing as a tool,
of course paves way to 'paradise for a fool'!
Can't retributive justice be seen by letting one live?
cancel culture groups
bringing into disrepute
lynching ~ doctor seuss
By
David Kavanagh
all Day's beauty resides
within the guise of pale & troubled eyes
how quietly she hides
& faces Night with glimmering hope
to seek new heights
& break the scope
of chaos' dangling rope
Crushes of old
Hop into my
Libido as if it were
Yesterday.
Digression is
Emersion into
Nostalgic consequence.
Ladled with
Subtleties preparing
For a lynching.
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MMM’s Noose
Up and down he did pace
Staring blankly into space
Overwhelmed by a world of trouble
With his life now bent double
By his hands, the noose he did make
Should he by the same hands, his life take?
Or, should he with hope, look unto life
And live again, for his kids and wife?
Should he, this ‘shame of an educated fool’
End, by stepping up on that side stool,
Placing the noose around his neck,
And kicking the stool off to snap his neck?
They had come with a promise of wealth;
Glorified thieves that came in stealth
Robbing Peter, only to pay Paul
But, pay themselves most in the long haul
He invested his all and went a-borrowing
Lost it all, and now goes a-sorrowing
Having hoped to receive a triple
But ended up a financial cripple
He chose to live for this life is sweet
Even though, today he does lack meat
MMM has come and gone
Gone with the night, giving birth to his new dawn
infinity lost divinity
am i joking myself?
i hate it here...
stop
these voices wont shut up
they keep on talking
they keep on yelling
they keep on screeching their nails upon my chalkboard heart
amen for them those tiny people
i do not know what this is
a poem to a savior
or trying to create one
its not the latter
for i need not lie
walking down the streets
with streetlights overhead
i wake up in the morning
to find my body dead
it lays there oh so fragiley
with insicions running deep
it seemed like someone wanted
to forget me in their sleep
[or mine...]
the time to dream has come
close, eyes.
close.
leave this world with slumber in your head
and leave this mind with my body dead
control me
control this
control everything i never wanted anyways
cuz i dont care...
stop trying to make me you
you demon
you foul little item of filth
i rest here to refuel myself
transfuge my heart
for the bleeding
continued throughout the evening
twilight
such a simple word
is there a place that i can hide so everyone can see me?
cuz i want to be there
in the blackened spotlight...
pity is my apathy
my little remedy
the tiny thing that makes me feel like im happy
like im pittied
mockery is what i love to say
especially involving you...
hope to die
and hate to live
why did the chicken cross the road?
if all that was there
was a noose
goodnight goodnight
the sun has risen
I am a broken-winged dove
Held in a soft, black bag
Tied round with a velvet noose.
Reasoning with my sensibilities
He seeks to assure me
All will be well
If I simply stop struggling
And allow him to feed me
Soft, warm food
From his caring hand.
I am a rudderless vessel
Adrift on a river
Filled with sharpened rocks of worry
Holding the anchor,
He fastens it calmly
‘Round the mainmast
Of my shredded sail
And speaks quietly
Of landlocked shipyards
And safe harbors.
I am a voiceless singer
Reading silent music
Written with pens of invisible ink.
Softly approaching
He closes the door
On my singing heart
And tears the score
Of unheard symphonies:
The music is gone;
It exists no more.