Short Nooses Poems
Short Nooses Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Nooses by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Nooses by length and keyword.
Hung From a Tree
Trees in the dark night
Nooses hang from branches high
Life ends as wind blows...
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Categories:
nooses, death
Form:
Haiku
In the Winter
oak bark suckle Gorillas boycott nests
dentists flee cobwebs contraband
prisoners hang nooses plates snowball...
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Categories:
nooses, write, writing,
Form:
Senryu
The Murder Diaries Iii
Raspy, sexified tones began tightening
Like nooses around my throat
A trail of corpses appeared nonexistent
To millions of natural eyes
Catastrophically I was yet another victim
In the pages of murder that she had composed
She must be found…...
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Categories:
nooses, imagination,
Form:
Verse
To Kill a Metaphor
Seaward cliff
Spilling bath
Tangled nooses
Off the path
On the tracks
Driving fast
Cutting clean
Erase the past
Arcing strife
Drowned in snow
Shooting through
Poisoned woe
Dreamy pills
Shattered glass
At the peak
Of life’s impasse
19-May-2017...
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Categories:
nooses, death, depression, metaphor, suicide,
Form:
Rhyme
Crimson
Nooses hang upon the trees,
swaying gently in the breeze.
Self loathing rips through his chest,
a raging beast which never rests.
Unseeing eyes stare through the mist,
wondering if he'll be forgotten, or missed.
His wrists are slashed, his leaves stained red,
His heart is heavy like carrying lead.
As tears come to his eyes,
his final words,
a whispered, Goodbye....
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Categories:
nooses, death, depression, sad,
Form:
Couplet
Elixir
Swayed I am by your sound taste
Amongst a sea of recluses
Against the hands of time we race
To stifle ignorance with nooses
Oh, how you stroke my rib cage
Laughter shaping countless voids
Revamping happiness for the age
Before they gambled ertswhile ploys
A heap of debris I'd be
Swept by carcinogenic draughts
Without you assured I'd seethe
A damn not given be it daft...
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Categories:
nooses, passion,
Form:
Sonnet
Plan B
I sit, think; catch a quick wink as the ship sinks.
My instinct is to lip sync till the slip’s pink.
Can’t win fights when my chin swipes reach only shin height.
And when kin likes taking Schwinn bikes to my wind pipe.
It’s useless. I’m an aloof spruce, I’m fruitless.
The looseness of nooses is becoming a nuisance.
Screw this. Hope has gone the way of the dodos.
I pack my bindle full of beans and hop a train with the hobos....
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Categories:
nooses, anger, feelings, growing up,
Form:
Sonnet