Short Death Sentence Poems
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everyone is born
with a death sentence and the
penalty is life
everyone is born
with a life sentence and the
penalty is death
Picasso in pieces —
a puzzle, out of sorts…
a commentary slice.
the raw rooster of war,
cocked and loaded —
a worldwide death sentence.
10/13/2019
No searching
no searching for me
I’ll not bother for you
do not torture yourself
wounds you inflicted
on my heart
passed death sentence
on our love
forever!
I'm an animal lover but I never knew this.
If you love your dog never ever feed it any chocolate.
Chocolate contains a compound known as theobromine
and it is fatal to dogs nearly all of the time.
Being criticized by sage
it's totally flattering
tremendously stimulating...
Being criticized by ignorant,
it's execration and cursing,
it's almost death sentence...
cancer is not always a death sentence
sometimes there is remission
a bit of hope
joyful thank yous
often times there are hugs
prayers
visits by angels
cancer is never the same for any two people
Fear less fearless, you will lose freedom;
Rejoice with real revolution;
In the atoms of a bomb
our disturbing past blasts
with a renewed rage;
A death sentence
of silence
filled with
tears.
Being criticized by wise
it's totally flattering
tremendously stimulating...
Being criticized for ignorant,
is execration and cursing,
It's almost a death sentence...
Stark,
naked,
bare,
stare.
Full,
pull,
forced,
gorged.
hammered,
stammered,
grammered,
wrote.
logical,
symmetrical,
spherical,
formatted,
delivered,
couriered,
in cell,
was the death sentence.
God, where is thy hand?
Too many have died;
How many have cried,
Because of bloodshed?
Should man's innocence,
Be blessed,
With a death sentence?
I'm ready for the end,
Of needless punishment.
©2015 Honestly JT
....to run away.
Run away from the person she is;
The pain is suffers.
The tears she sheds.
She wants to be normal.
Someone without depression
She wants peace and serenity.
She wants a life;
Not
A
death sentence.
To have life crumble to my dismay
But not afraid of Judgement Day!
God obviously has a plan
For me to be a better man
Reach out to others; heal their pain
Or else life could be but vain
Satan tries to control with fear
Hope the voice of God you hear!
At last the game has ended
Checkmate, I fell for you
A pawn in your game of decit
Mercilessly sacraficed for your future queen
Falling back to reality I embrace the final blow
Loving is my sin
Heartbreak was my death sentence
Pain, my final resting place
Death sentence
Heads hang
High
With tears
Of rain
Pouring on their face.
The woven knot
Is tied around necks,
Tightening slowly
Cutting off circulation
From their brains
Down to their feet.
Feeling their pulse
Slow with a deep
Chilling demand for death.
Form:
Godless, I faced a crossroad decision,
I knew that I would have to choose.
Facing a situation I did not envision,
God showed me what I stood to lose.
The cancer that had my body bound,
Appeared to me as a death sentence,
And yet God chose to make me sound,
The price I paid was my repentance.
What of life? What of death? Clinical murder under investigation.
With cruel calculation, the doctor splits the fetus into sections.
A "little boy's" leg jerks reflexively, a helpless human specimen.
Dreaming of riches, she coldly mutilates, a chilling death sentence.
Written on 9/21/2015
I’m here as observer -
watch mankind the master,
see how he treats nature.
He has such cocksure ways.
His arrogance amaze.
But what of future days.
He thinks he’s in command
as he is oh so grand.
But I know he is damned.
I’ve seen the evidence.
Mankind has no defence.
Shall he face death sentence.
Every life is a death sentence
It always ends with departure.
That end can be sudden or slow
Unexpected or predicted
Which camp do you belong to?
The Puritan with its memento mori
Or the Cavalier with its carpe diem
The former looking to eternity
The latter to every moment
As if it were the last.
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
Form:
Like a quivering leaf climbing
unreachable thighs of a cloud
in naked shelter of sun.
I lament the fall
of a colossus
who would not live in a glass house.
Ash smeared on face
a name walks on the book
of barefoot poems.
Today I am going to morph
into a death sentence
for an uncommitted crime.
Who had lost himself
in unslept awakening
of a disaster ?
Satish Verma
A true Irish man with proper values cut from the cloth
not like those white elephants whom deforming the truth
Have made a mockery out of basic humane rights
and anyone with a morally stable brain or an ounce of wit
knows the faces of traitors claiming the harp and green
without a backbone to hold our flag up properly
freedom calls where our peace has been removed
replaced by a death sentence
He’d spent nearly a decade on death row
Praying for appeals that were not bestowed
Had a solid alibi
One the courts would just not buy
A death sentence he’d have to undergo
DNA exam proved him no killer
But there’s a sad angle to this thriller
Tests performed posthumously
Executioners agree
Evidence came too late; what a chiller!
*For Miranda’s “Behind Bars Blues” contest
No tears will come
Struggling
I pray death will send it's angels to my door
Life has no meaning without love
Living with a broken soul is a sin
Hell on earth ,the blazing fire burning my flesh
No tears will come
Death can take my soul
No life within, life without love
Hope has no voice to sing
Emptiness is a death sentence
I am in a shallow grave
No tears will come
Take the air from me and give me peace
I've spent my days on what should have never concerned me .
I poured my time into people who never really wanted me.
Not long term anyway
I'll still nod my head as if I'm okay.
I'm broken.
I'm defeated.
I want not a bit more conflict
I'd rather go off on my own though I know it's a death sentence.
I've tried to talk to God to have him understand my repentance.
I'm broken still bruising
It's no wonder why in this
(This is a fictional poem but sadly it's true for some people.)
I told him not to sleep around but he didn't listen to me.
After sleeping with lots of women, he's got HIV.
I told him to use condoms but he said they weren't for him.
Now that he has a death sentence, he wishes he had wore them.
He's going to die and I can't imagine life without my best friend.
I'm going to stand by him and give him support until the very end.
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