Manslaughter Poems | Examples

A Trip to the Dentist’s Office

Manslaughter, murder and massacre is one
But a visit to the dentist is another
The eerie smiles hidden behind the masks
The twinkly eyes filled with plots
To offer they have lots and lots
Oh… those dentists I wish I had never met…!

Rubbery gloves and broken headlights
Red sinks of blood
The dirty water or is it mud?
Disgusting pastes and painful syrups
Tweezers, hammers, and drills
Certain of our deaths!
Oh… those dentists I wish I had never met…!

Every visit every time
Oh.. the noble hearts.. 
put on their smiles and say
-“it is just another month or two!
Have a Good Day”!
Oh… those dentists I wish I had never met…!

Death Sentence

{"I convicted myself into a death sentence when it came to dote on, bear the witnesses because they saw me alleviate the tears nobody had reconciled or dared to wipe away; they simply did not. 
The smoke is flaming inside of me, and it isn’t dwelling away or even sufficing. They replenish my lungs in exasperation as I flunk to inhale a tad bit of reinvigorated air. 
You slaughtered me in a way nobody has. Whereas now they beg for the forgiveness of the broken. They measly take a stand and testify against it. I whisper to myself like a madman, for you shan’t be convicted of manslaughter, and I shan’t forgive you in any way probable. 
Your actions don’t merit punishment behind bars,
you deserve death as I have reached my own demise a million times over; bear the burden I have felt, one that cannot slide open the portico and make a legitimate run for it. I let it in me, fused it, relived it. 
I inhaled the smoke of a Cigar and let it ruin me all in all, then I testified against all odds; 
‘It is what it is.’"}

Illusionary Art

My perception of the world is illusory art
The darkness is absolute
Women suffering violent abuse
From the one who said, “I do.”
Men and women  pushing dope
To innocent souls searching for hope 
Carjacking, kidnapping, and kids without a father
Rape, fraud, human trafficking and manslaughter
Women tearing down each other and disrespecting their mothers
Men trample over society causing everyone to suffer
Shackles, chains; imprisoned in the brain
Depression and suicide
The world is insane
Neglected children needing somewhere to hang
“Hey Lil’ Bro come join our gang.”
There in the wake lies the devil’s den
Next level self-destruction surrounded by sin
Drive-bys, Do or die
We are brothers Fam
Lay down yo’ Life
“Do it for the homies, don’t let down the tribe!!”
Now you have a teardrop
For all the bodies that dropped
The executioner's face stays hidden
The judge handed you a sentence
Yet, you hold your head up high
Beaming with empty-headed pride
Because you didn’t snitch
On the one who left skeletons in a ditch
Their crimes stay hidden
The Hood Tale legend
“You can never get out!”


Written by Sherry B

@2024

No Title, Yet - 82

I would have been a wonderful daughter.
You could have given me an awesome life.
There are those who would call it manslaughter.
Because of you, I’ll never be a wife.

Lucille and the Law

Lucille bought herself a three-wheeled trike
Better for her than a two-wheel bike
Her age was catching up
When she had a slip-up
Running over a three-year-old tyke.

Police charged Lucille with manslaughter
With no jail time, thanks to her daughter
Quashing spectacles, 
No more vehicles
And keeping off the police blotter. 

Written July 17, 2022

Poetic Crimes

 Poetic Crimes 

On and on
they go
the vaccine makes three heads
and sixteen toes

An elephant trunk
and five giraffe necks
not to mention a terrible
desire for Bill Gates micro softy

The 1600's sure had a basket
of stupid apples
how they bred them youngins
into 2021 is scary

Fools existed from the beginning
they will quote gods to the very end
while ventilators count one by one
their last feeble heart beats

Good riddance to the selfish few
go die and let us be
sadly a few will make it
moronic slugs murdering the

 innocent

Derek Chauvin's Trial

Derek Chauvin has been found guilty:
of unintentional murder in the second degree,
of murder in the third degree,
and manslaughter in the second degree.
"I can't breathe" was George Floyd's last uttered sound
as former police officer Chauvin pinned Floyd's head to the ground.
After this fatal incident occurred in Minnesota,
there were widespread protests all over America.
Along with Chauvin's civil rights infraction,
he has also been booked with tax evasion.
So passes another episode of race-related crime
as Chauvin goes to prison to serve his time.

from various news sources

Something I Am Not

Pink bows, lace shows
Underneath girl clothes.
She/her, feminine blur
And so I hide in liquor.
I was born and now I’m stuck
Being something I am not.

Future wife, present daughter
Certified Manslaughter.
Do you know the pain you cause
Pulpiteer of God’s strict laws?
Name myself and dress I ought
For a girl is something I am not.

I'M Being Tried Because My Neighbors Were Thieves

I'm being tried for two counts of manslaughter and it's unfair.
I'm being tried because my neighbor stole thirty of my pears.
He and his wife ate them without washing them and they died.
They didn't know that I had sprayed my pears with insecticide.
They would've been alright if they had only eaten one or two.
But they ate all thirty and their relatives are threatening to sue.
This isn't my fault, I didn't tell my neighbor to come on my property and steal.
But I'm being tried even though they're to blame for getting themselves killed.
I was just found guilty by the jury.
Now all twelve are leaving in a hurry.
They're leaving as fast as they can because I'm beating the hell out of them.
They know that their chances of escaping with all of their teeth is very slim.
I've also started beating the judge because he threatened to charge me with contempt
Now he will have to buy a cane because I've made certain  that he will walk with a limp.
There will be a lot of broken bones when I'm through.
I'll rot in jail but at least whooping all of these morons is a very satisfying thing to do.

Horror

Kill them all
Genocide
Progrom
Terorism
Kill him now
Murder
Manslaughter 
Suicide 
Poison 
The killings of the killers 
The death of the dead
The doom of the soul
The destruction of life 
The horrors of life  is
The death of the soul

No Chorus

3/13/15

To many my words were gloomy
But it was absolutely groovy
As I continued to speak truly
Whether or not it was seen as spooky

They said I needed a chorus
And help from the thesaurus
Or else it would effect my performance

But I wanted to paint my own portraits
With a style that was different from anyone before this
Considering how life is gorgeous
While traveling through enormous gorges
On the outskirts of the forests

As a young grasshopper
I poured out some beer from a can of lager
For my grandfather
Even though others continued causing manslaughter
Despite all the possibilities that this land offers
There are still places with bad water
And far too many damn squatters

It's fairly suitable 
To maintain relationships that are mutual
While pursuing energy sources that are renewable

Don't you dare be delusional
And speak to me about what is unconstitutional
Because that is inexcusable

Especially if you want to talk about the crucible
As if it is provable
I just look at you like you're unusual
But pay very little attention because this place is far too beautiful

The Expired Burglar

When a burglar ate some of my expired food, it made him expire.
The next day I learned that an attorney was who I needed to hire.
They've sent me up the river for twenty years for manslaughter.
I've lost 50 pounds because they only feed me bread and water.
I wish that I had a bottle of Jack Daniels or vodka because I want to get soused.
What the hell has the USA come to when I go to jail because a thief burgled my house?
I hadn't gotten around to throwing my expired food in the trash.
Now I cry every day because my attorney took all of my cash.
Even though he took all of my money, he lost the case.
The prisoners lust after each other in this horrible place.
I can't take this prison any longer, my situation is so dire.
If you get arrested, my lawyer is somebody you shouldn't hire.

Under Sculpted

under sculpted




under
sculpted
greys gray
led me astray
here kitty kitty
manslaughter charges
death beyond loves canal
floating down rivers
of
denial

under sculpted greys
layers before these silk sheets
vocals tone
of
gray


her heart
looks
to
me
this way

calm waves
crash over me
shore lines
captivated
soaked
into
submission
she loves me nots
each petal
from
her
rose
clings to me

scented
from
heaven

her flowers
call
me
near

in this field
it
all
seems clear


my seamstress
my seamstress
my seamstress
patches
my
heart


she stitched me
she stitched
my
heart

now every beat
in
time
with our
new start

never find
us
under sculpted
?

Toronto

I’m from Toronto on police blotter.
Coppers after me for killing a man.
I’m not doing time for slight manslaughter,
a debt I’m not paying, mate, that’s my plan.
I like a snug place to stay where I can
make some dollars doing fishing helping
Steve on Miramichi River’s nice span.
A past keen friend likes there be none matching.

I Nearly Died

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At the end of last year 
I nearly died here 
There was hooting in my ear 
I was attacked with cheer 
And lips so dear 
Their statements unclear 

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The following morning was snowy 
My lungs were windy 
I was exceedingly Mindy 
Snowy day, windy lungs; not anymore Wendy 
My favorite for the New Year would be Cindy 
At getting her, I was handy 

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The New Year is an incubator 
Incubator of joy and laughter 
Tiz a predator of flatter 
Its preys are gloom and manslaughter 
I foresaw joy it would be later 
I nearly died of laughter

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