#accused - Hello Poetry

Men throwing granite on ice A sport where all players act nice There's been accusations By various nations That a Canadian touched the stone twice

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Feb 17

Feb 17, 2026 at 2:23 PM UTC

roger-turner

Curling incident

Men throwing granite on ice A sport where all players act nice There's been accusations By various nations That a Canadian touched the stone twice

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The past always seems To chase after us When I choose to lie I've learned to never Let it go any further If I know I did something That I'm accused of I confess I don't want to play Cat and mouse Delaying the inevitable Is the worst game You can play And never win If I did it Then I did it And that's all There is to it

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Apr 23, 2022

Apr 23, 2022 at 1:54 AM UTC

a-m-ryder

If I Lie

The past always seems To chase after us When I choose to lie I've learned to never Let it go any further If I know I did something That I'm accused of I confess I don't want to play Cat and mouse Delaying the inevitable Is the worst game You can play And never win If I did it Then I did it And that's all There is to it

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I still believe my eyes. All I see is my blindness. I still believe my ears. All I hear are lies. Yet I still quell the urge to fly. And if you'd achieved, after all you believed. I'd be dead.

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Feb 29, 2020

Feb 29, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC

SazKells

You Believed

I still believe my eyes. All I see is my blindness. I still believe my ears. All I hear are lies. Yet I still quell the urge to fly. And if you'd achieved, after all you believed. I'd be dead.

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My heart was accused He was innocent Her heart made that guilt

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Apr 7, 2019

Apr 7, 2019 at 7:06 AM UTC

mohamad-taha-safan

Something occurred

My heart was accused He was innocent Her heart made that guilt

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*** We both performed the same Deeds Committed the same Crime Thus our Sins were also same I was caught Red-Handed You managed to Escape My Bad-Luck Your Good-Luck Only I was Prosecuted I was made Accused At last, I was convicted Now I am facing the Punishment You are free to enjoy the Life Also free to commit a new Crime I know my act was illegal I know your act was also illegal You also know, your act was illegal ***

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Jan 17, 2019

Jan 17, 2019 at 10:06 AM UTC

shivppal

Sinner

*** We both performed the same Deeds Committed the same Crime Thus our Sins were also same I was caught Red-Handed You managed to Escape My Bad-Luck Your Good-Luck Only I was Prosecuted I was made Accused At last, I was convicted Now I am facing the Punishment You are free to enjoy the Life Also free to commit a new Crime I know my act was illegal I know your act was also illegal You also know, your act was illegal ***

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Believe survivors. Trust that they have Been through Trauma. Then believe the falsely accused Because they, too, have been through something of their own Belittled and attacked. Everyone deserves to be believed. We all go through our own Experiences that define us, Whether or not we let it show. Many victims are scared of their abuser So maybe they frame someone else, Men who they don't know, so maybe their mom won't look at their uncle differently. Just remember that when someone is Falsely accused, the victim is still very likely Just that, a victim. Find a way to serve justice properly.

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Oct 20, 2018

Oct 20, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC

rsafe12

Justice, please.

Believe survivors. Trust that they have Been through Trauma. Then believe the falsely accused Because they, too, have been through something of their own Belittled and attacked. Everyone deserves to be believed. We all go through our own Experiences that define us, Whether or not we let it show. Many victims are scared of their abuser So maybe they frame someone else, Men who they don't know, so maybe their mom won't look at their uncle differently. Just remember that when someone is Falsely accused, the victim is still very likely Just that, a victim. Find a way to serve justice properly.

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# The ocean's wave rolls and beats repeatedly carving a way into the soul of this precipice foaming at the mouth no, wait.... that's just your tongue coated in a miasma of a siren song you ******* liar sunbathing on my pyre the whole town now congregates around with devil-red containers of gasoline while your devil-red lips act the fire Only the clever witches survived the trials the whole town now dances around feasting on the lotus petals that root in the palm of your hand look at them move locked in each others hands chanting "This will bring peace" while they nod and agree "Pour more gasoline" escapes between those sharp teeth happiness is a moveable feast at least your eating like a queen go ahead and **** the marrow out of these innocent bones tomorrow I will be gone once I thought of you as Ithaca now realize that these are Troy's stones it's time to sail back home. #

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Sep 21, 2018

Sep 21, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC

EvilShredder

Incantations from a Siren

# The ocean's wave rolls and beats repeatedly carving a way into the soul of this precipice foaming at the mouth no, wait.... that's just your tongue coated in a miasma of a siren song you ******* liar sunbathing on my pyre the whole town now congregates around with devil-red containers of gasoline while your devil-red lips act the fire Only the clever witches survived the trials the whole town now dances around feasting on the lotus petals that root in the palm of your hand look at them move locked in each others hands chanting "This will bring peace" while they nod and agree "Pour more gasoline" escapes between those sharp teeth happiness is a moveable feast at least your eating like a queen go ahead and **** the marrow out of these innocent bones tomorrow I will be gone once I thought of you as Ithaca now realize that these are Troy's stones it's time to sail back home. #

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As punctuation goes it pauses me, I know simple words should flow just like melting snow Every one reminds thought, that's left behind the pieces ill defined as remnants in my mind I'll strive to keep it down the comma's bouncing round mentally run aground and mechanically unsound A crutch I've over used and yes, totally abused so you can be amused as guilty, the accused

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Jan 10, 2018

Jan 10, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC

TemporalFugue

Comma-ca-lly disposed

As punctuation goes it pauses me, I know simple words should flow just like melting snow Every one reminds thought, that's left behind the pieces ill defined as remnants in my mind I'll strive to keep it down the comma's bouncing round mentally run aground and mechanically unsound A crutch I've over used and yes, totally abused so you can be amused as guilty, the accused

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Love has given up. It was the wrong religion. And London did not melt into the Thames. You teetered on the edge of a golden world, and then fell suddenly— accused of sortilege, ****** and treason. And at his pleasure— or was it mercy?— Was it for the sake of your seven years, or perhaps for the little daughter?— in which flowed the royal blood, spoiled by *** and lineage. Whatever it was, no matter. He would spare you the pain of being burnt at the stake. Instead, to be executed like royalty— dispatched by a French swordsman. The prophecy must have been of little comfort as your ladies helped prepare you to meet Death, newly betrothed. A gown of dark grey damask floated over a blood-red petticoat. Your mantle was trimmed with ermine. Queenly, you stood and addressed those who had come to watch you. And then you knelt and began to pray, and quickly and mercifully, the blade carried out its trajectory.

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Oct 9, 2016

Oct 9, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC

erin-suurkoivu

Threnody for Anne

Love has given up. It was the wrong religion. And London did not melt into the Thames. You teetered on the edge of a golden world, and then fell suddenly— accused of sortilege, ****** and treason. And at his pleasure— or was it mercy?— Was it for the sake of your seven years, or perhaps for the little daughter?— in which flowed the royal blood, spoiled by *** and lineage. Whatever it was, no matter. He would spare you the pain of being burnt at the stake. Instead, to be executed like royalty— dispatched by a French swordsman. The prophecy must have been of little comfort as your ladies helped prepare you to meet Death, newly betrothed. A gown of dark grey damask floated over a blood-red petticoat. Your mantle was trimmed with ermine. Queenly, you stood and addressed those who had come to watch you. And then you knelt and began to pray, and quickly and mercifully, the blade carried out its trajectory.

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You accused me now even though its not my fault but for you I'm wrong

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Jan 30, 2016

Jan 30, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC

autumndaze

Accusation

You accused me now even though its not my fault but for you I'm wrong

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