Content Warning : Do you want to continue?
This forum post contains content which some readers may find disturbing.
It is unsuitable for children or anyone who is easily offended.
YES
I am over 18 years old, I have been warned and I still want to read this forum post.
NO
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page.
Poetry competition CLOSED 28th August 2017 2:08am
WINNER
SatansSperm
View Profile Poems by SatansSperm
sheild
RUNNER-UP: MobiusNovae

Go to page:

Serial Killer

archetype23
Tyrant of Words
United States 7awards
Joined 5th Oct 2013
Forum Posts: 3672

MY SPECIAL PLACE

I have never killed another living being
Never.
Ever.
I find it much more fulfilling
to put them in a position where they are begging
to kill themselves
murder is an amateur's offering.
Torture is king.

There's a place that I go to meditate
to contemplate hate and my enemy's fate
Deep, deep down, deep underground
to a place where nobody else has found

Where screams flow out in an endless stream
within dreams within dreams within dreams
when no one else is around in my face
just you and I alone in my special place.

I haven't forgotten you
I'm coming back to see you
sitting in your piss and shit and disease
flicking the last nub of your middle finger at me
as I walk down towards you,
carefully, cautiously,
with wire cutters in hand,
repeating the chant

ALL WILL BE
ALL WILL BE
ALL WILL BOW TO ME
WITH BOTH EYES PLUCKED
ALL WILL SEE

I repeat and repeat the chant
as I continue my descent towards the basement
of the abandoned meat packing plant

....down to my special place.....
Written by archetype23
Go To Page  

David_Macleod
14397816
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom 39awards
Joined 5th Nov 2014
Forum Posts: 2983

Thank you archetype23 for another excellent entry :-)

MobiusNovae
Lost Thinker
United States 1awards
Joined 20th Aug 2017
Forum Posts: 13

Suit of Skin

1 stitch, 2 stitch, 3 stitch, 4
I hear the policemen, breaking down the door

5 stitch, 6 stitch, 7 stitch, 8
They smell cooked flesh, rising from a plate

9 stitch, 10 stitch, 11 stitch, 12
Finding pickled body parts, stacked on every shelve

13 stitch, 14 stitch, 15 stitch, 16
Such a gruesome site, like none they’ve ever seen

17 stitch, 18 stitch, 19 stitch, 20  
Fingers tacked upon a wall, uncounted for too
many

21 stitch, 22 stitch, 23 stitch, 24
They have yet to find me, so they search some more

25 stitch, 26 stitch, 27 stitch, 28
In my bedroom, they do find, vaginas stuffed in a crate

29 stitch, 30 stitch, 31 stitch, 32
They see eyes, ears and lips boiling in a stew

33 stitch, 34 stitch, 35 stitch, 36
In another room they find, a crate yes full of dicks

37 stitch, 38 stitch, 39 stitch, 40
Naked, in the basement, is where they find me

41 stitch, 42 stitch, 43 stitch and done
Just in the nick of time as they surround me with their guns

I stand up, put on my suit, my suit yes made of skins
I made this suit, yes for my trial, where I'll sentenced for my sins
Written by MobiusNovae
Go To Page  

HadesRising
Tyrant of Words
United States 34awards
Joined 8th June 2013
Forum Posts: 1625

WHEN HELL BEGINS

Darkness descends on me again
With the deadliest lover caress
I converge on this path of sin
Granting me joys that I must confess

Your flesh is so fucking beautiful
Stretched across my bones
Your scattered remains shroud the crucible

How can you not bleed on my thorns
As I scrape them across your paleness
From these roses I barely mourn
Clipped for your lovely porcelain flesh?

Penetrate the meat of matter
Decorate with scarlet spatter
Consecrate your burial chains
Desecrate unearthly remains

Your head is my trophy
Hear me now, listen closely
Jesus cannot save you
For my sins
Are greater than He
When Hell begins

I’ll walk with you among tombstones
Rose in my right, knife in the other
Kiss your lips with sweet nothing songs
We write our poem as tragic lovers

Be your Romeo, be my Juliet
Poison me with your cunt
As I hang you from the parapets

If you love me once, shame on you
For I placed kindness on my blade
No one ever knew love this true
To the death with arterial spray

Penetrate the meat of matter
Decorate with scarlet spatter
Consecrate your burial chains
Desecrate unearthly remains

Your head is my trophy
Hear me now, listen closely
Jesus cannot save you
For my sins
Are greater than He
When Hell begins

Shallow will be thy grave
I won’t deny the worms
Nothing will be thy name
When you’re devoured by swarms
Whomever places you
Within the frigid earth
Shall never know the truth
Of love resting in dirt

Penetrate the meat of matter
Decorate with scarlet spatter
Consecrate your burial chains
Desecrate unearthly remains

Your head is my trophy
Hear me now, listen closely
Jesus cannot save you
For my sins
Are greater than He
When Hell begins



(c) 2017 Frank Green
Written by HadesRising
Go To Page  

David_Macleod
14397816
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom 39awards
Joined 5th Nov 2014
Forum Posts: 2983

thank you MobiusNovae and HadesRising another two wonderfully dark poems :-)

ClearmindedVillain
Thought Provoker
United States 1awards
Joined 29th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 69

Enforced To Expose

Actions were never done for fame.
It was raised in him.
Those who possess real evil praise him.
Laughter against him made him strike.
Unconscious he acted in rage.
He tried to prevent such an outburst.
Singled out all the time he had no choice.
Innocent at the case but not at the moment of blank consequence.
Misguided he never had direction.
If these were actions of the devil was he to blame?

wallyroo92
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 11th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1874

Confessions of a Serial Killer

I’m the type of killer who can deliver,
A gory story of mayhem and horrorcore,
I’ll tell you a tale that will make you shiver,
A kind of thriller you’ve never heard before.

First it was that kid Mikey everyone loved so much,
I stuffed him with pop rocks until he was fully loaded,
Then I fed him large amounts of soda,
And watched him scream when his tummy exploded.
They say it’s just an urban legend or a myth,
But they didn’t know who they’re fucking with.

Then I chased Toucan Sam and Buzz the Bee,
They irked me every time I saw them on t.v.
They thought they were being cute and all,
Especially that trickster rabbit and his Trix.
I gave them a bowl of milk and cereal,
Laced with a lethal venereal disease.

I took to the high seas in search of a ship,
That carried that pervert Cap’n Crunch,
And when I boarded and said hello,
I let him have my hardest punch.
He took it like a little bitch of course,
And to the sharks I tossed him over board.

Then that motherf…Cunt Chocula,
No, it’s not a misspelling, I wrote it right,
Ooh, I couldn’t stand that creepy bastard,
So I threw him into the light.
Turns out, he really wasn’t a vampire,
Still I staked him and set his ass on fire.

Later I hunted those annoying gnomes,
I was on a roll and so they were next,
They didn’t stand a chance against my rage,
When I snapped, cracked and popped their necks.

I caught up with that little leprechaun,
Trying to protect his supposed lucky charms,
First I pounced on him then I trounced on him,
I guess his luck ran out when I cut off his arms.

Finally I found that irritating tiger,
Turns out he was just a pussy and a fake,
With a bow and arrow I got him straight and narrow,
Now Tony isn’t feeling all that great.

You might wonder why I had a distaste for them,
Or why there will never be any kind of peace treaties,
But it’s because they represented the companies,
Who brainwash kids and gave me diabetes.

MrBuchanan
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 5th Aug 2016
Forum Posts: 25

Endless Date

Separation only looks so sweet,
And tantalizing, when I slice your meat.
Romanticizing crimson glistening,
You plead to god, but is he listening?
Crazed focus guides me down your curves,
I live for giving you what you deserve,
A rough spank, and a yank on the curls,
You're not one of those material girls-
your life matters, so I'll make this sweet.
I've got in store quite the torturous treat..
A light prick is all you'll feel at first,
I'll numb your pain, but the sound is worse..
The sharp grinding of a saw meeting bone,
I grow erect by the vibrating tone.
I wipe your tears, post-fornication,
your fingers will need lubrication...
I move your hand -rather, my hand now,
Across your breasts, then I caress down,
extend two fingers from your severed hand,
Then slide them both into your anal gland.

To think, you could've just at stayed home,
But no, you'd rather walk the streets alone.
Your pretty, pampered life became a bore,
You wanted thrill, and now? You're still my whore.
You saw me sitting there all by myself,
It was too easy, in my lap, you fell.
You weren't impervious to my sly charm,
We wined and dined, I never raised alarm.
My nervous smile left you quite disarmed,
You didn't think that I could do you harm.
I kissed your neck, and you tilted your head,
Just enough to weave my needles thread.
I caught a glimpse of vein in the moonlight,
Your reaction was a lustrous sight.
You flopped and kicked but it was far too late,
So now you're here, on this endless date.
Don't worry darling, I never make haste.
I won't let any of you go to waste.

David_Macleod
14397816
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom 39awards
Joined 5th Nov 2014
Forum Posts: 2983

thank you ClearmindedVilian, wallyroo92 and MrBuchanan - three excellent entries :-)

Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Thought Provoker
United States 5awards
Joined 24th May 2014
Forum Posts: 318

All I saw

All I saw was red,
I worked in an office,
And I'd always dreamt of what it felt like,
to take a life.
To watch the life drain from their eyes,

I was a kid in college,
and I had no friends,
And at times i'd remember,
All i could see was red,

I remember when it happened,
There was a man named Stan,
and i remember the feeling,
I remember seeing.

I remember feeling the warm blood run down my hands,
And I seared his lungs in a separate frying pan.
I remember killing him,
Slitting his throat with a one inch pen.
But the most I remember,
Is seeing red.

I don't know why I did it,
And I only remember feeling his pulse slow,
And then stop all at once.

I worked in a diner,
and at night when it became closing time,
there was always one man,
One man who would flash me a charmed smile.

And that would be it.
I'd lick my lips and swing my hips.
One less man in the world.
I remember this one night,
I saw something else,
Something different.

For the first time in my long life,
When I killed this handsome man,
The only color I saw,

Was white.

poet Anonymous

David_Macleod
14397816
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom 39awards
Joined 5th Nov 2014
Forum Posts: 2983

Normally when I run a competition I pick the winner and runners up. But there are so many excellent entries I am going to request it goes to a public vote - good luck everyone :-)

SatansSperm
Dangerous Mind
13awards
Joined 19th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 3112

Thanks & congrats to MobiusNovae his was great  SS

David_Macleod
14397816
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom 39awards
Joined 5th Nov 2014
Forum Posts: 2983

congratulations SatansSperm - you really deserve the Win

congratulations MobiusNovae - runner up amongst this level of entries is to be proud of :-)

Go to page:
Go to: