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Anna Jan 7
How long would it take for people to hear
My gallows soundtrack?
The rhythmic thud of my leg
Hitting the desk every 3 seconds
The friction of the rope on the unstable hook
That could give out any minute
Under the weight of my palid corpse
They'll probably only hear it
When the hook comes loose from the plaster
And my body thumps on the floor
They only ever hear the fortissimo
Never the piano
No one ever really cares about the cries for help
Samuel Canerday Nov 2018
I walked this morning to the gallows
My father there awaited me
He told me, son, that graves are shallow
The moon is gone, though still she calls my name

So tread ye' not in darkest hollows
For she is there and knows your pain
Beware the day, beware what follows
Obscuring fog and shrouding rain

The sun is hanging ever higher
The shadows grow as daylight wanes
The hangman's noose has stole my father
And gilded green with shades of gray

Now day is gone, and spring is over
A silent world where memory fades
Sleep ye' well as the snow falls
Slumber deep, and sing my name

I walked this morning to the gallows
Where long ago my father hung
In bare earth, his body swallowed
To sing my song once more to his grave
Sara Kellie Jul 2018
Promise me, my flesh you'll place
'neath a fledgling willow tree.
And as it grows toward blue sky,
It's in its grace you'll hear me cry.
Laden with the heaviest fears,
resembling, reflecting
my darkest years.

A fragile bone was once my arm,
so likened to the willows charm.
It's branches delicate,
could ne'er do harm.
It's soft and fluffy hand like bud,
encased in skin, the willow's wood.

Hold its hand at branches end.
My message, a vibration,
to you I'll send.
Until the death of said willow tree,
reminding you . . . . .
. . . . . . always of me.

Poetry by Kaydee.
The tired and deathly willow tree with stories to tell of debutantes, swinging
before entering hell.
Amy Slocombe May 2018
I lived a life of freedom,
To have it all replaced.
By a life of judgement and trial,
A horror yet to be faced.

****** the condemned,
For what they haven’t done.
String them up for songs
That have yet to be sung.

From the gallows they fall,
Into a pit of black dispair.
A murderous streak continues,
The country standing there.

They look on in distaste,
As more are hung in haste.
When the death toll starts to rise,
Upon this place,
God will close his eyes
Shallow Feb 2018
Run freely again
Nevermore bound, with last breath
A necklace of rope
Everyone deserves to live their best life and to have the support of friends and family.  If you know anyone who is struggling to find themselves or is lost please get help. // Todos merecen vivir su mejor vida y contar con el apoyo de amigos y familiares. Si conoces a alguien que está luchandose por encontrarse o se pierde, busca ayuda.
nom de plume Dec 2017
fate's meddling red noose has found me again
wrapped, warped me into your life
and i am far too light for my neck to snap
by my oh my do i choke and writhe

and i laugh with a mouth full of blood and bile
as i gasp for comic relief that will never come
i believed it might be different
lured in by the crimson rope's beating drum

the joke's on me
gallows humor of a certain sort
the punchline hits me in the gut
and i ***** on fate's high court

to be loved more than one can comprehend
to be loved but feel so empty
to be loved but feel so lonely
to be loved
to be loved

the joke's on me
Tehreem Nov 2016
YOU SUMMONED YOU BELLOWED ME INTO THE DARK
MY THOUSAND SUNS BURNED DAY AND NIGHT FOR YOU
YOU CALLED MY NAME REPEATEDLY TO DISINTEGRATE
ONE INSOLENT LOOK KILLED MY DEMONS UNREST
FROM YOU TO ME DISTANCE GREW INVECTIVE
YOU STOOD NEXT TO ME TO WATCH ME FALL
IN THOSE INERT SOLEMN EYES I STUMBLE
FLOWERS AND SUNSHINE HIDE BENEATH YOUR FEET
RESTRAINED YOU PUSHED ME TO GALLOWS
THERE I PERISHED INTO INCOMPLETE REBIRTH DEMISE
We have all the vultures and hounds around
Thirsty eyes are in search of some human
Coffins are taken away from bodies on ground
But where ever we go we see but just none

Brothers are cutting the brothers roots to benefit
All world has taken all deadly and dreadful shapes
Humanity has become shallow to play with writ
Man is to eat man as in winter the closed eyes apes

Human soul and heart have gone just to stray dogs
Every one wants to eat up the flesh of his fellows
Every one in his interest produce sounds like frogs
Every one due to sins remain throughout on  gallows

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
I linger in the shadows
And in the darkest gallows
But in the sun I also reign
Unfortunately I bring your loved ones pain
But I am nothing to fear
I bring relive when I am near
To those that are terminally ill
Their fate already sealed
Even to those that are young
With still their life story to be sung
But the world had done them so wrong
That filled with agony they couldn't go on
I bring them release, from the human skin
That they have been imprisoned in
And some I touch without waring
Those receive great mourning
I am not God, nor the Devil like you've been told
I am the keeper of soul's, a creature of old
I am nothing to fear
When your end comes near
And your spirit's screams I hear
I'm the gate keeper
I am the Grim Reaper
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