Gavel Poems

When the Gavel Did Not Fall For Me

I rose with purpose in my stride,
A banner bold across my chest.
With every word, I spoke with pride,
And gave the race my very best.

I shaped my dreams in visioned flame,
Each meeting held, each hand I shook.
A chapter built around my name—
And every step, the world I took.

The ballots passed from hand to hand,
Like whispers moving

Categories: gavel, anxiety, blessing, change, character,
Form: Rhyme

Acceptance

A welcome gaze, the sun shines ever present
Peering through thin overcast curtains
With the lightest of light’s gentle touch
The paint brush of the effervescent
Yuletide glides through the spectral air
It caresses the cadaver walking the path
Unaware of the beauty that surrounds
Gentle winds dancing with wispy hair
I was unfamiliar of this
The stinging of tears born from rage
Manifesting apparitions

Categories: gavel, heartbroken, longing, memory, peace,
Form: Free verse

Down Came the Gavel

Down came the gavel
    again and again
  Deafening ears
    amidst all the cheers

  Of course I was guilty
    'twas never in doubt
  Of far greater import
    Would the Truth yet leak out

Categories: gavel, fate, sound, truth,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

The Poet and the Gavel

People Say poetry is for the broken,
As if nobody or nothing but words on paper can mend their broken pieces, 
As if their soul existence is put into paragraph form, 
each line representing some critical moment in their life.
Let us not acknowledge the fact that poets possess an amazing skill,
a skill where they articulate words,

Categories: gavel, class, identity, people, philosophy,
Form: Narrative

Gavel

Shaken from the wooden sound,
Of the gavel coming down,
To finalize what he just said,
A sentence hangs above my head...
One I reach and try to grab,
Making room for one more slab,
The chains that bound me wrist to waist,
Pains what found me in such haste...
Who can I blame but myself,
When every sinner fed my wealth,
For a time

Categories: gavel, history, introspection, life, lossme,
Form: I do not know?

The Gavel

with a black robe and a bad heart...with eyes that see evil and ears that hear lies
viewing the world like a dying disease
like the beggar on his knees with dirty hands stretched out
i grab the gavel...and judge him to his death

carjacks and soul smacks...billions on their bellies and backs gettin crunched and cracked
like rats and

Categories: gavel, passionme,
Form: Rhyme

Have Gavel - Will Travel

"ALL RISE! THIS HONORABLE COURT IS NOW IN SESSION!"
I whack the gavel down, I'm a Bailiff by profession.
Another challenging day in the hallowed court room begins,
As hapless souls appear before the judge to recount their sins!

The cases on the docket really run the gamut, you see,
From a neighbor's barking mutt to murder in the first

Categories: gavel, funny
Form: Rhyme

Gavel

You hold the wood in your hand 
And 
Wear the robes wrapped around your fragile human frame

You judge the living 
And
The dead although your own breath is shallow

You read between these lines
And
Decide a life's works worth

The verdict
To convict or aquit
Hangs in the balance of the downward hammer swing

Categories: gavel, philosophy
Form: I do not know?

The Gavel

Cold scared
A little unprepared
Hopes lost
I’m well aware
I'de tries to move
But I don’t care
Impressive, your presence
Last meal, death sentence
Gavel rings
Destroys dreams
An angry chair
Wishes to share
Its personality
Electrifying character
Waiting arms
Tin crown
Watch your step
It’s a long way down

Categories: gavel, introspection, life,
Form: I do not know?