#gallows
I seen you all before,
One too many times.
I fear not what’s in store,
While you hide the crimes.
Petty you, I shadows,
Your standard is failed.
Look up, there’s your gallows,
Dead bodies all wailed.
Your sins were never mine,
All in your dear head.
I no longer benign,
I already bled.
No more we are in sight,
Die alone your own blight…
Mar 22, 2024
Mar 22, 2024 at 5:52 PM UTC
gallows on the rooftop
where window washers go
to suspend
metal gibbet
quick hinge, raise and lock
secure against the weather
whipped
combed and packed snow
ice crusted dunes
strain the winds over the buildings roofing
an extreme combing exposure
doubtlessly
they'll be no labor done today
On the seventh floor
i watch from behind
an environment sealed window
wolfing my lunch on a short break
in the warm fire escape
i watch
a solitary worker is ejected from a hatch in the exterior wall
cuffed by a spasm of wind
he descends a short bolted ladder
and makes a geared approach
crouching
his weight against the wind
he drags a heavy kit
mummified in protective clothing
passing my spot and he then heads outward
towards the bounds of the rooftop
he mends a stable stance
one foot close to the edge
the rest of him
in a low defensive pose
clips his harness to the gallows
stands to take a confident beating
of the breath stealing
brawling winter gale
he radios for the gantry to be raised
Mar 10, 2022
Mar 10, 2022 at 2:07 PM UTC
One last time her eyes dart towards the sky
Before she says her final goodbye
The end is nigh
and she, she cries
Recounts her crimes
And all the times
That she made the wrong choice
How others took her voice
Those boys that destroyed her when she was young
Those Lies that stung and stung
While among the crowd that watches with pitchforks by their sides
She sees first spirits that will act as her guides
Towards the land of fire
While she will rest her tired body on the pyre
Her eyes closed
Is it the nothingness she fears the most?
Or is it the unknown?
click, snap and one final groan
Jul 1, 2021
Jul 1, 2021 at 4:53 AM UTC
There’s a thick cloud of smoke inside my head
I’m trying to escape but I can’t find an exit
I cover my mouth but it finds a way in
The noxious fumes are all too familiar
They drift and they shift like a menacing shadow
They hang and weigh heavy like a man in the gallows
And the more I try to search from within
The more I begin to helplessly sink
A lost puppy
looking for a master
But I was, I was
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 11:00 PM UTC
I often wander past her gallows
And feel a sympathetic twinge
At glints of sun on growing rifts
I long to hear her sing
My fingers itch to hold the mallet
Molded to her brazen form
A tongue, once ripped from quiet lips
It rests, with ears, unworn
If treasured glance is counted higher
Than the purest ringing note
Then may she hang still, gagged in silence
“To Liberty!”, I quote
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC
A rope swings gently in the wind
hanging from an elevated stage
an audience mills below the steps
From a gleaming metal bared window
a young women in plain clothes watches
she sits proper and straight before her fate
They come at dawn clacking with her chains
she holds her head high down the hall
as tears stream down her petite face
The steps are high as they hoist her up
ringing the rope around her fragile neck
the roughness is a promise of darkness
In the crowd she sees her children mourning
Not yet dead she smile at them sadly
and mouths “I’ll always love you”
There is an ominous thump from below
and she struggles in the air hands grasping
too light for the rope to snap her neck
Hours and hours later the crowd gone
she breathes her last breath alone
hanging for something she didn’t do
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
Belltowers chariot signalling distance
Towering gallows where I've been sentenced
The iridescence of coming doom
Graveyard daisies are in bloom
Their season is unusually sober
They've been growing whole October
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:43 AM UTC
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
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
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
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
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.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
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
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 5:27 AM UTC
Run freely again
Nevermore bound, with last breath
A necklace of rope
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
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
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 10:36 PM UTC
#*Have you ever counted hour by the seconds
feeling intensely hungry for life?*
If for once the sun forgets to rise
this night fails to usher in dawn
what my memories tell me are lies
it's today only I was born.
If this day is filled to the brim
in a blissful child's innocence
yesterday is a bad dream
tomorrow makes no sense.
If only this night is a ceaseless flow
never short of word for a rhyme
on her axis the earth spins slow
and the morn is away longtime.
If only I'm allowed to choose
to relive the life whole night
a fantasy is the hangman's noose
calling me by first light.
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
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
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
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
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
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
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 11:51 AM UTC
If I somehow
***** this up, and die
in some stupid, boring, clichéed,
romantically tragic way
while I'm still sort of
young and
sort of attractive, and
you are, too,
I hope you
**** on my grave,
howl profanity at the couldn't-give-a-shit sky,
and curse me inside-out
for being
so derivative and
predictable.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC
remain wept and kept,
go deaf
with
my little chime.
pass me your shoulder,
i’ll cry it out.
move boulders
and boil the tides.
grey gardens
and gallows.
wounded words
for the narrow;
hanging on lines.
move two steps
closer
and hear
this little chime of mine.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
I stand before you
accused by some fool.
You call me a witch,
but I say you are foolish to agree.
I but a simple girl
I mean harm to no one.
You demand I confess to my sins of witchcraft
I'm firm when I look you the eye and tell you,
“ I cannot”.
I go three days and three nights
with only water and some stale bread
in the damp dark of the jail.
I almost fear my hunger has made me mad
when I see your face appear at my cell.
Though am weak,
I rise to greet your scornful face.
Again, you demand I confess.
You wish to make an example of me.
Yet again I look you in the eye and reply;
“ I cannot."
You storm out in anger raving about how I shall hang,
but I will not be tried for something I did not do.
I will not ruin my name for the games of the fool.
I stand at the gallows and you demand one last time my confession
A single tear rolls down my face as I look to the crowd gathered to see my end.
Standing tall, I whisper
“I cannot.”
s.s.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
I can hear the voices calling me to the gallows, and so speaks my soul.
Softly whispering my darkest secrets
for anyone listening close enough to hear.
Everything I've wanted to keep hidden from everyone, out in the open, hot summers air.
I hear the executioner walking as I wait to take my last breath and fall through the floor.
He reaches the platform, asks me to speak my final words.
Again I find words coming out of my mouth I'm not consciously speaking, everyone falls silent,
he pulls the lever, the floor drops, and my neck snaps.
I wake up from my disillusion only to find myself back where I started.
Searching.
Trapped in my head searching for an escape that is seemingly impossible to find.
No one can save me from this, surrounded by the demons that haunt my thoughts.
I have to overcome them, I have to overcome this.
I won't let them consume me.
I can only save myself.
It's time to remove this hollow mask, shed the shell of who I was and become who I know I need to be.
I've been searching for a savior for far too long,
I am what I've been searching for all this time.
I've been a slave to my demons, letting my conscious existence blur.
I'm taking back control,
until history repeats itself once more.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
Gallows humor
is far better
than no humor at all
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
**How many faces you wish?
For you are not true to your own
Can you bear the burden of many?
Posing as everyone, but you
Even the mirror will be flummoxed
Ashamed to show the real you
Maybe a face forgotten long ago
Waging a war against yourself
An army of many faces adopted
Will bring you to the gallows
That will be the end to your identity
When you will be unmasked**
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 7:46 AM UTC