Lynch Poems - Poems about Lynch

SOUL'S CRY

Soul's laugh soul's cry
Soul's live soul's die
But what of the soul's of trees
Sipping soil in which we bleed

Nature uses our body to feed
Colorful tears shed are leaves
Falling like a ballet in breeze
Whimsical dramatic blue melody

Trees that stand as nations fall
Despite wars in lands they stand tall
Hearing all our tales bittersweet
Fearing our own power in peak

Chopping

Categories: lynch, america, angst, animal,
Form: Rhyme

To a Sadist

A splendid job you did clinch:
One helping you to others pinch;
And warn them to not move an inch,
Freely going mad when they flinch,
Half hoping to a life lynch.

It has been your dreamt role:
To strokes of the cane increase;
And where there’s none try a pole,
Causes giving faces to crease;
The inhuman you unleash with ease
Of mounting pressures

Categories: lynch, absence, anxiety, bereavement, betrayal,
Form: Rhyme

Kind of Blue- Ooh Bee Ooh Bee Doo

Mississippi 1954 

"Don’t you bring that no good 
      So and so 'round here. 
If you bring him to ma door 
   Bobby Roy and Billie Joe 
Will make him disappear." 

But Mother, I love him.

 
"She’s a spool of trouble, son. 
  A stitch in time

Categories: lynch, conflict, heartbroken, love, race,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Western Justice

Western Justice
It was known just as "The Tree"
It was on the fence line of Jade Ranch
And on the wizened, hardened oak
Was a limb, known as "The Branch"

On the branch hung seven ropes
Of seven different lengths
Depending on the sentence
They chose one of seven strengths

Now a posse and a lynch mob
Are two completely different groups
You may always

Categories: lynch, america, , western,
Form: Rhyme

Clinton Lynch 1862-1912

Clinton Lynch
1862-1912

It took a long time for me to die.
Five long years; from the moment
Doctor Barmore told me my heart was bad,
Until the day I was on my deathbed, 
Staring listlessly through my envious window,
At a world that was alive with people living, 
A  truly strange and wonderful world, that 
Was presently passing before

Categories: lynch, death,
Form: Epitaph

Willie Lynch Take Control

We think we are free but we’re not….”I have a full proof method for controlling your black slaves”…..yet we’re not slaves anymore…Are we?….we’re chained by ignorance we are whipped by our own stupidity only leaving us to soak in our own humility….”It will control the slaves 300 years”….it has passed 300 years but we have

Categories: lynch, black african american, slavery,
Form: Free verse

Lynch An Empty Chair

lynch an empty chair
and wave a flag of freedom
in racist delight  

gives proof that legislation
can’t whiten a blackened heart

Categories: lynch, life,
Form: Tanka

Mr Lynch

The house was mostly dark, save a dim light on the porch.  I moved up the crumbling walk and stopped before a paint peeled door.  Grasping the iron knocker, I tapped three times, hearing the sound echo in the bowels of the house.

“Who is it” a faint voice said.  “Go away”.

Categories: lynch, fantasy, imagination, house, dad,
Form: Narrative