Electrocution Poems | Examples

Florida's First Electrocution Wasn't the Last

In Florida state prison, a tale I'll unfold,
The first electrocution, a story untold.
Anguish, pain, in chambers of despair,
A prisoner's torment, his soul stripped bare.

Electric currents surged through veins like fire,
His body convulsed, his screams were ignored.
The pain, relentless, coursing through his core,
As death approached, its grip, he bore.

Through darkness he traveled, his spirit confined,
A prisoner of agony, cruel and unkind.
Till finally, death's embrace offered reprieve,
Release from the torment, forever to relieve.

In Florida's history, a chilling page was turned,
The first electrocution, a cruel lesson not yet learned.
Yet the echoes of anguish forever remain,
A reminder of his price the state still ignores.

I Choose Something Fun To Kill Me

Many things could kill you.
Car wrecks, fall from a roof, electrocution,
starvation, heart attack, brain cancer, Alzheimer’s.
I shall choose something fun to kill me.
Walking the plank, shoot out at the OK corral,
boomerang rebound, King Kong, a cephalopod attack
I dream of watching a giant squid pull me away
With his enormous suction cups,
his tentacles and giant arms making the victory sign.
It is a memorable death, making a terrific obituary story.

No Time For a Nursery Rhyme

Mary had a little lamp,
Its bulb would nightly glow.
It cast a white, but gentle light,
So her pimples wouldn't show.

Little Jack Horner tried to warn her,
But she told him to go away.
Left feeling glum, he drank some rum;
And passed out in the hay.

Little Bo Peep pretended to sleep,
As she cuddled up right beside him.
When he awoke, neither one spoke;
And she soon decided to ride him.

The Farmer in the Dell, knowing well,
What they both were in there doing.
Called out to his wife, to bring him a knife;
And stabbed them while they were screwing.

Jack Sprat, on the jury sat,
His wife held photos of the scene.
The Farmer did it, Judge had to admit it,
Then passed a sentence that wasn't lean.

So Mary brought her little lamp,
On the day of the execution.
She thought inside, while the Farmer fried,
Better pimples than electrocution.

2023 - a Rant N Rhyme

A new year to begin with a laugh and a grin, effort put in to resolutions and
absolution for sins. Your own and your kin (though sometimes you can't win)
I burst like electrocution on January first full of solutions but without execution
it's the worst, no thirst for follow-through just submersed in feeling blue. Yet when the second comes around I feel bound to what I beckoned on the eve when I reckoned I would change for the better, whatever range that would measure, a change of sweater? Adopt an Irish setter?  Be a go-getter, write more letters, arrange an exchange that's a little bit strange. On the third, be absurd, write a book and find the words, have a look at all the birds, clean the crannies and the nooks, see your granny and has she heard? That on the fourth you'll travel north to unravel mysteries of history and hope this year is truly the start of changing gears to face unruly fears of the heart, find the love that grew apart and yearn to learn if you're smart, not of the brain but the spirit that remains and take your turn to reap the gains. (tangible or imaginable)
I guess we'll just have see if 2023 will get the better of me.......

Basho Style Haiku

CONFINED 
round and round it goes 
looking for an entrance 
goldfish
 
STUD 
mare on heat 
retired racehorse 
not interested 

JANUARY 
a new beginning 
as cold as it can be 
thick sweaters 

SHOCK 
positive scarlet 
negative chocolate 
electrocution 

LIFE 
troubled living 
in sickness not in health 
worse disease worsened cure

Bugs

gnats and mosquitoes
so doggone aggravating
hate to give them time
persisting even though warned
merit electrocution

THIRD PLACE WINNER
written August 29, 2021
especially for "A Buggy Tanka Contest"
sponsored by M.L. Kiser

Innocent Bully

You are not what you say you are
You are not what you pretend
You are not what you show
You are an innocent Bully
You are the cause of accidents
You are the cause of electrocution
You are the cause of illegal activities
You are the cause of bad health
You are the cause of internal damage
You are the cause of invisible Pain
You are the cause of mysterious deaths..
Note. You are what you are behind closed doors.

Arson

they slipped with the lobotomy

red-hot poker in the eye

electrocution grilled her mind


bonfire of insanity

a straight jacket squeezed the last drop of lucidity

but she would not see the light of the day

leeches drank happily in search of blood

swollen and fed up they spilled their prey on her skin

her sugar addiction succumbed to insulin coma

almost ate up the last crumb of resolve


the final straw came when they exorcised her

and satanic verses stirred devilish crosses

to the tune of hymns psalms and insurrection

of flesh body soul and lost Self


she borrowed a lighter and burnt a candle

immolated demons and ghosts of the past

saw luminescence and freedom

set arson to hellish oppression

burnt down the asylum

and decided to be her own crazy warden


25th March 2021

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Chemistry Love Between Us

when you are around, risk of electrocution is bound.  Ice water and streams are entering into my blood and i feel so much astound, these negative ions in my body produce biochemical reaction to reduce stress level,  makes me feel no need of bull interaction.

Decisions

You can start off with a simple shot,
Or slice open your wrist, avoiding a clot.

You allow dehydration,
Or let in starvation.

You could try drowning,
Or a classic hanging…

Electrocution is an option,
But so is ingesting a toxin.

You might ensure immolation,
To invite incineration.

Jumping from a height can be done,
But so can suffocation kill someone.

why not vehicular impact,
Death on contact.

Lay on the railway,
Leave there to decay.

A drug overdose would work nicely,
But so would self strangulation, if done precisely. 

Stabbing yourself can do the job,
Though slow, you refuse to sob.

There are so many ways out there…
However it happens,

I DON’T CARE.

Whether a
Stab,
Or shoot.
A cut,
Or burn.
A drown,
Or hang,

It is always my turn.
It will happen,
You all should learn!

All Quiet On the Frontal Lobes

All Quiet On The Frontal Lobes

A battle was fought: his Medulla oblongata versus an electrical socket.
The electrical appliance distributors made a racket. So did his screams.
But its pure, scientifically certified - who am I to besmirch and mock it ?
From now on his ol' rumbustious spirit won't be harbouring q.u.e.e.r. memes.
It'll be pliant, malleable, ductile. The vibrant brio, fizz of magnetic emotion,
Will have dissipated with the deafening circuit of cerebral electrocution.
They'll be no more fuss, no mayhem from his once truculent warrior soul;
The trenches are filled with the fallen, but walking graves no longer howl.

Where's the Sunshine

The sun smiles, the moon waxes and wanes
 The stars twinkle when they come out at night

Winds blow, gust, shirt, swirl, pick up and die down
  Tornadoes are twisters and hurricanes have eyes

When the sun shines on us, that's good fortune
  She hides her face, we take it on the chin
It rains on our parade, or we get snowed under
  Hurricane-force winds can tear whole towns asunder 

Earth's cracks and crevices widen, innocents consumed
  Lightning can strike us -- electrocution
Tsunamis wash ashore -- total dissolution
  Twisters touch ground -- destruction, destitution

Nature is oft delightful, capricious, full of fanciful whims
  Yet the havoc she can wreak is devastatingly grim

Corruption

A monster that refuses to die
A shame that lingers on
A menace to the society
Impenetrable to bullet
Immune to euthanasia
Insulated against electrocution
The root cause of our underdevelopment
It's sent our economy to ruination
And our saints to damnation
It stings like a bee
Spits venom like a viper
A biased steward that serves those
Who already have a belly full
Of the national cake
At the expense of the have-nots

A demon that possess our leaders
With no hope of exorcism
Now they preach capital influx
But practice capital flight
They preach unity
But finance disunity
They preach security
But mastermind insecurity

An incorrigible thief
That robs us of our integrity
Cart away our conscience
Defraud us of our unity
Loot our treasury
Deny us of our freedom
Pauperise the masses
Rob our leaders of their broad-minds
And replace it with myopic ones

The Third Rail

You got two friends,
and they’re both dear to your heart
But they don’t much care for each other
Before you met either of them,
	    they already knew one another
Their checkered past had a dark history,
bitter chapters of a contentious backstory
But, you knew about none of that,
only knew that you loved them both
And the rift between them didn’t change that fact
When two locomotive emotions 
	are moving on a collision course,
		don’t get caught standing near the third rail — 
Don’t get too close
Friendly electrocution is still a fatal execution
And at the funeral,
those two friends will have crying eyes
Each blaming the other 
	        as the reason why you died

Faces of Storm

TROPICAL STORM

midday darkness heavy
    rain pounds, winds howl---
           trees topple as huts crumble



EYE OF THE STORM

blacked-out night
     eerie silence for miles---
          dog whimpers and hide


STORM’S AFTERMATH

sun shines bright on
    full clotheslines for miles---
        sad smiles from grief-stricken faces



*To all those who prayed for my country, the Philippines, thank you. The typhoon changed course and only a small portion up north was affected.  It is unfortunate however, that 2 people died due to electrocution, an effect no doubt of the storm.

KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
11 May 2015

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