Gavel Poems - Poems about Gavel

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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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"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...

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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...

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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...

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