Decapitation Poems | Examples

Guillotine

I heard screams from those marked for a guillotine death
No compromises for their cries before taking a last breath
Words of repentance for dastardly crimes were bemoaned
Begging for mercy with fear and tears, curses were groaned

My blade is always kept whetted for those who regretted
and my cutthroat job is thought to be brutally inhumane
"Oh, please!" I wanted to shout at the louts who fretted,
"For only the briefest moment will I cause you any pain!"

In modern days I would be aptly labeled a "French Press."
Humorous, the thought, but I'd still create a bloody mess
Hence, never should I ever be used inside of an abattoir
Before I take a life, I always remember to say, "Au revoir."

I abhor the taste of blood in my mouth and on my teeth
Love to be cleaned before my blades are again in sheath
When my deadly decapitation chore is over and complete
heads I felled roll to lie supine at the executioner's feet

People then clear the scene, to flee from me, the guillotine
As if what they'd witnessed me do would wash them clean
Maybe it was the act of my beheading they were dreading
Hoping tomorrow it wouldn't be theirs that I'd be shredding

Tell It Like It Is

Subservience, domination, 
a foot on the throat,
religion taught them that, did it?

oppression, decapitation,
suffering, death through starvation,
divine ordinance they have, do they?

symbols of their belief on their faces,
books from heaven they read,
fountain of their education, is it?

prescriptive attire, deny women education,
breed through them future,
yet slave them in God’s name, will they?

every man is born of a woman,
nourished in her womb,
yet he deems himself superior, does he?

time for civilisation to reject these notions,
bury untruth, burn beliefs of such bigots, 
let life flow as nature chose, shall we?

I reject religious symbols that chain me,
reject all lies sold as words of God!
I am a free person today! Are you?

written 29/10/2022
free verse
Mystic Rose sponsored
Tell it as it is contest
in support of the many who are not as lucky as some of us!!

Those Who'Ve 'Accomplished'

Endless stretch the tracks 
  of those who’ve ‘accomplished’!
The chilling realization
  Iron's flash, decapitation
    History's knife, expurgation...
   
What once moved men’s hearts
   relentless clawed apart ~
Fickle be the art
   of every fresh start

Sharp and Short

knelt before the guillotine
anticipation of my decapitation

Life

"Life"

Sweet sweet life of a Cheat ,Thief , Reaper and Dealer the hellish consequences of the rotten root, three D's destruction ,delapitation decapitation and the 4th d Death! Though its a journey for the soul for all heth cometh swifter to the ruthless , the deceiver the sinner! Not to be applauded the walks of evil .Sour Sour life of a Struggling Soul , Pure Mind , Forgiving Heart and a Hardworking  Blossom blessed is she who loves , strives , endures and does good! Clear as the morning sky of Summer , no implications for the trying being but more chances.Life is no game shame to the lame blame to the pale tale of jail .Life is an adventure experienced once. Love life , enjoy life live to do what's right ! Life is a mile, time detects the finishing line.Life...

Shedding Loss

Cast in bronze she sits by the seaside on a rock of dreams

Smaller than I always made her to be after all those years

Her head once again stolen as I gape into an unknown

Decapitation straight from the heart of vandalized fears


Humiliated I search for her fins and mine to propel the ocean

Of tears and forgiveness and remember how hurt I had been

When she tied a steely chord around my neck and pushed me

Into the void after she severed trust and hope from remains


I fail to comprehend why people cannot let go without hatred

And what is the purpose of dismembering memories of love

Like an octopus I sort out my tangled arms and hold myself close 

Embrace what is left and attempt to grow a new body and soul


Revenge is way past me as I gather jetsam and flotsam and

Driftwood of strength covered in seashells and mother of pearl

How I wished it was you who was trapped in destruction but

Then I relish the thought that I healed for good and you never did


23rd September 2019

Sometimes

Sometimes....
I think that I might be allergic to life...

Like, every sarcastic remark,

Like every rude response,

Like every eye roll,
Every rebuttal, 
given about every infraction...

Isn't me being snarky or difficult, 
But an allergic reaction. 

Like every angry, eye twitching response,  is just another allergic reaction inducing verbal retractions...

And, no.... 
I'm not under duress. 
I'm not overly stressed. 
I'm not pressed for time, 
Or any other mess.

I'm just allergic...
to b.s.
I'm... allergic... to b.s. ...
I'm allergic to YOUR b.s.

And.... there's no cream, to rub on it...
Nothing to take, except maybe gin & tonic...

But, that might make my tongue wagging skills...
Super Sonic.

So.... I just tried  meditation, 
To stave off the imagined decapitation... 
I mean deportation...  
I mean confrontation...
I mean... to better focus on my salvation.

Ohspirit

Come, spirit, entice and dance with me
Let me embrace, be embraced by your look
And share your untold tales
Of seduction, conquest and decapitation,
For in your glitzy world
Shadows, bad omens 
And eeriness all protrude

Oh, spirits, dance with me
A dance of hope and valor
Electrifying, gyrating, smooth of step
Into a lost world full of secrets
Oh yes, tease me, please me to the heights of ecstasy 
Wild cravings now satisfied
Like a splendid feast to be digested

Come, spirits, for a moment let me forget
My compatriots, my world of undertows
Instead, expand the world of wonder
Mix the colors so that I may be inebriated
Yet I have not drunk; show me the bright path
With ease, like magic, an inner eerie world
Of souls so magnificent and spirits to lift me up

For I, too, love life and all its values
And, as I float upon the placid waves of wonderment
Let me land on safe shores and be welcomed
In spirit and in body with cool calmness, 
Contemplative
Wondrous, joyous, amorous
Searching for the diamond of peace within

War

The looting; the crying
The shooting; the dying
The terror; the fright
The horror; the flight
The torture; the pain
The effort; the strain
The nightmarish dreams
The blood chilling screams
The stench; the decay
The struggle, the dismay
The unthinkable
The abominable
The demolition
The decapitation
The execution
The extermination
The anguish
To languish
The mercilessness
And fruitlessness
And woe
Of war

The Backyard Trance

Facing the world like a judge;
A judge in his own case,
which ended with a phrase,
‘Guilty’ my lord.

For aeon of its destruction,
which for long cost it its beauty,
and its ancestral history said in misery.
Will I ever get an absolution?

Absolution from the air,
and the breeze the trees give unpaid
But with decapitation I repaid the Acacia.

Absolution from the beauty I trampled on in recur.
Will I ever be forgiven?
Oh! Please, answer me Mother Nature.

Imagination

Close your eyes and use your 
imigination
What if the world showed an 
indication 
that jesus was really satan
Itd be the biggest revelation
But what would happen to 
civilization
Would christianty become a 
revocation 
From the The bible we start an 
emancipation 
This rap is a mass dialation 
Under my narration 
Do you need a translation for 
all of this information
Heres one simple explination
Open your eyes and see this 
damnation
Here ill put it in an easy 
equation
it might take a bit of calculation
Of this summation me + you = 
decapitation
Oh I forgot to carry the 
castration
Heres another deviation of this 
story 
Told through the constillations
If you truely look youll see the 
beautiful illustrations
"THC inhaliation 
With no limitation
I have endless medication
"I stay as high as my 
aspirations"
Thats my own quotation 
Now wheres your admiration or 
do you feel some aggravation
How does "Open your eyes and 
see the truth" sound as a 
consummation.

Between Love and Hate

After decapitation, it was
half-honour,
half-land,
and half-bread.
We had prepared ourselves for epilation.

A war for milky sap 
starts for an empty chair.
You are asked to abandon
your field and go for
a hate profile.

The gated religion now
scars the high searing, wayward  
fronds of untangeled age
of absent truths and
faithful lies.

I will go again to
find the answer in a similar
darkness to stand 
my unconditioned faith
to stumilate the unflowing river.


Satish Verma

Broken Heart Street

Hopelessly lying, in a dying bed of depression,
miserably crying, while trying your confession.
Blackening walls, and halls of a fading youth,
Gruesomely calls, of gnaws towards the truth.

Fading beauty, so snooty to those content,
wailing a duty, sooty, those content dissent.
Towards a failing, unveiling of bloody torment,
concealing the name of shame, not so innocent.

So cheap, sinking deep, into a sea of emotion,
I weep, at the reap of sowing our lost devotion.
I shudder with stutter, at a marital decapitation,
you utter, like no other, at a romantic prostration.

A defile and vile odor is cast amongst the decay,
I smile in denial, as those lost lover’s betray.
Sinking deeply within, our sins have been fed,
doses of greed, they feed till all beauty is dead.

Take cover in the pain, remain emotionally numb.
Hide within the sin, wherein you succumb.
Tread the waste, and taste the defeat,
of a shattered, tattered passion down
on Broken Heart Street.

Telescope

I saw again
The landscape arid and dry
Blooming sand dunes before my eye
I saw the pain
On the pyramids' face
Saw the hunt and decapitation of the race
Only those chosen can ever stand
Long enough to crumble in the sand.
The chosen are so few
And so other in their point of view,
Who can trust their mimicry still
Like birds in their forest they will
Sing and sing
But not for us the puff of wing.
What bird would we choose
Who have been brothers to the lions
Who have drank the tiger's milk?
These two fear nor hawk, nor eagle
I see them stretched out on the sands
Pouring eternity through their hands

Telescope

I saw again 
The landscape arid and dry 
Blooming sand dunes before my eye 
I saw the pain 
On the pyramids' face 
Saw the hunt and decapitation of the race 
Only those chosen can ever stand 
Long enough to crumble in the sand. 
The chosen are so few 
And so other in their point of view, 
Who can trust their mimicry still 
Like birds in their forest they will 
Sing and sing 
But not for us the puff of wing. 
What bird would we choose 
Who have been brothers to the lions 
Who have drank the tiger's milk? 
These two fear nor hawk, nor eagle 
I see them stretched out on the sands 
Pouring eternity through their hands.

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