Judgement Poems | Examples of Judgement Poetry

Travis shot a black man, he says it was self defense They put him in solitary, that punishment is intense. For 27 months he was in "the hole" let out for just one hour where he could use a phone, exercise, and shower. Then he got a new jail, in a ten by eight cell So many threats to his...

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No one knows what is DB But these are Data Bases If crime is planned They're Pupidee Their fingerprints and faces Path to Justice do compute Computer for the Justice Whom do you defend in true The privacy or nasties? ...

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I am gonna moult Says Paradigm What is right rhyme To paradigm The prime The crime The dime The time The paradigm I am moulting logic anytime Says paradigm Beware and prepare Loosing the specifics And if being fair These aren't the real friends of yours As time on platforms you do spare Posterity Descendant generation This my Intelligence the Station Is...

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i smile at people all day long young and old fat or skinny abled or disabled strange looking or plain as can be it’s all the same but when it comes to me too fat too wrinkled too old i’m full of criticism and i can hardly bear to glance into the mirror if this would be a friend confiding in me i would be appalled i would shake...

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I ascend to the stage, I make sure not to stumble or trip. They cheer and they boast and they cackle. They like this new persona. A beautifully doctored facade. Would they like the girl behind the curtains? They like my makeup and the pigment of my lipstick Would they like my natural face? Their teeth blind me As i...

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Digits are opening letters with knife Wow it was time before we actually opened a letter With knife Inside, eyes eying the digits and letters They say But they ain’t Simon Of the times when we sent letters by post Sometimes we signed them with our digits Occasionally with blood But mostly with this kinda polymer we today...

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Too many opinions. Too many people sharing their minds. Is it too hard to sit and think before you speak? Don’t you think our own conscience cuts us down enough? Or maybe you don’t care. Little do you know, I am my hardest critic. I want to do my best, yet my best isn’t enough....

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If I died in my sleep tonight, upon reflection ~ I'd only have one true regret. Though I tried to make the most of my time on earth, of course I've fallen short. And for that I would be sorry. I should have done more, I should have been more, I should have loved more. Gifts squandered, time frittered, thinking of all I could have done, the...

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Vindication’s Dawn My soul does not crave the blade of vengeance, Its fleeting sting, a hollow roar. No, I seek the fire of vindication, A truth that shakes the heavens’ core. The universe, vast and woven tight, Holds every tear, each whispered plea. Its threads are bound by moral might, A tapestry the Almighty sees. No wrath of mine could right the wrong, No mortal...

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The righteous suffer, the wicked flourish that is how the world is nourished The righteous cry it’s just not fair the wicked howl ~ you’re immaturish ...

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. there i were sir mind'n mine uv course hern well look at her...

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Ophid air of misconception Polarizing those of superstition Hideous to some and Indescribably beautiful to many Devoid of human soul Involved in man’s downfall Only to be cursed as Pretense of innocence Holding unfounded fear Of snakes who serve Behind our sight with Intense appearance and Always omnipresent...

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COUNCIL OF WHISPERERS they gather— the council of whisperers. their tongues are like daggers, sharp and jagged. distorted by the lens of others’ eyes, each word, a falsehood, an inuendo. they script the downfall, a play of betrayal where the protagonist stumbles. they do...

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The river flows But not outside of me My body As much as I tell it It will not respond to my emotions As much as I cry inside It will not cry outside As much as I smile inside It will not smile outside...

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I have this little Ginger Cat. Lord knows what he sees in me! – cutest adoring eyes I don’t deserve; purrs in reserve, as he settles to cuddle and be stroked. All I do is feed him, a bowl of fresh water couple times a day -- box of clay for his business – but, I could almost...

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