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Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd March 2020 6:48pm
WINNER
wallyroo92
wallyroo92
RUNNERS-UP:
Jade-Pandora
and Blackwolf
Page:
The killing floor
Poetry Contest Description
write a poem using a visceral description of murder
Please limit poetry to approximately 250 words
I would like to see, feel, taste, and touch the act of murder without influence of mass human intellect or morality
this piece might feel primal or perhaps sociopathic
please title your piece
one week
please submit new poetry
White letting
White Letting
Because it is night
And dark breeds darkness
In my inky depths others name soul
I travel the fringe
Of inhumanity
Where the second hand suits of the hoi palloi
Hang off slumped slum dog shoulders
The filth collected there
Only just holds their bony spines erect
And I hunt my midnight snack
The white lace of my dress sweeps the rotten stink
Of come hallowed grounds
Its swoosh swoosh echoing the flow of blood in my veins to black heart
My black of iris constricts as the fear in their eyes catch my privilege
Of all the nerve. ...
Dirt on my white hem
Heads turn like sprung dials of broken clocks
Hands in permanent grip on 12
Grimaces on faces squeeze out futile screams
As my right hand
With easy flick of the wrist delivers quick hard twist
And my left hand unleashes my feast
Hatchet hits bone in a bloody festival
Its sick thud sounding my Eucharist of the unholy
Unwashed unwanted
I hear the Priests of my youth whispering ...
Blood of Christ
Body of Christ
It is as should be done
Their good riddance spatters my white dress crimson
I lick my lips of their distaste
And grin
One gone and 2 to go.....
My belly so full
Of forgotten souls
And I edge closer to salvation
Bedside Homicide
A Mental Bent All Frame Of Thought
Wrought Of Iron Rusted Red Blood
Upon A Bed Found Wanting Dead
And Lacking The Spoken Words Said
Lips Cracking With Nerve Wracking
Guttural Speech Beyond The Reach
Of Understanding Still Demanding
And Heard As Human Heart Beseeched
As Eyes Veiled Thin Within Face Paled
Perceived The Sin Of Skin Hard Nailed
To Frame Impaled Yet Mind Unassailed
With Guilt Of What Spilt As Voice Did Wail
Torn Asunder In Darkened Wonder Flesh
Once Warm And Soft To The Touch Presents
Without Relent An Image Death's Privilege
Hands On Silent Chest In Prayerful Clutch
Raven's Craw Calls Through Window Dim
As Morrigan's Threesome Shadow Within
Casts Upon Corpse Long Rigid Composed
Done With It's Dance In Midst Of Death Throes
Done With What Sad Life It Had In This Realm
Sensate And Living Now Ghostly Overwhelmed
I Raise Black Handle Knife And Lick Silver Blade
And Sing My Dark Dirge As Thru Room Now Light Fades
Wrought Of Iron Rusted Red Blood
Upon A Bed Found Wanting Dead
And Lacking The Spoken Words Said
Lips Cracking With Nerve Wracking
Guttural Speech Beyond The Reach
Of Understanding Still Demanding
And Heard As Human Heart Beseeched
As Eyes Veiled Thin Within Face Paled
Perceived The Sin Of Skin Hard Nailed
To Frame Impaled Yet Mind Unassailed
With Guilt Of What Spilt As Voice Did Wail
Torn Asunder In Darkened Wonder Flesh
Once Warm And Soft To The Touch Presents
Without Relent An Image Death's Privilege
Hands On Silent Chest In Prayerful Clutch
Raven's Craw Calls Through Window Dim
As Morrigan's Threesome Shadow Within
Casts Upon Corpse Long Rigid Composed
Done With It's Dance In Midst Of Death Throes
Done With What Sad Life It Had In This Realm
Sensate And Living Now Ghostly Overwhelmed
I Raise Black Handle Knife And Lick Silver Blade
And Sing My Dark Dirge As Thru Room Now Light Fades
Written by Blackwolf
(I.M.Blackwolf)
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Deaths Sting
Death where is your sting?
That rages against my soul,
There is no joy; life can bring,
Or vengeance, if truth be told.
Stop Your rage against me now,
Loose the arrows of fire within,
Set the chains, break them now,
Let my life at last begin.
Rage against the machine,
Rage against the injustice,
Against this tranquil scene,
My lives to dust.
I am not the man I use to be
One who lurks in the shadows
Waiting for that one to be
Falling foul of a Nations vow.
What do you see when you look at me,
The man with a gun pointing at you,
Or do you know a man now full and free
Of chains that are gone a heart brand new.
Now sitting on my Father's lap
Resting quietly in His arms,
That rages against my soul,
There is no joy; life can bring,
Or vengeance, if truth be told.
Stop Your rage against me now,
Loose the arrows of fire within,
Set the chains, break them now,
Let my life at last begin.
Rage against the machine,
Rage against the injustice,
Against this tranquil scene,
My lives to dust.
I am not the man I use to be
One who lurks in the shadows
Waiting for that one to be
Falling foul of a Nations vow.
What do you see when you look at me,
The man with a gun pointing at you,
Or do you know a man now full and free
Of chains that are gone a heart brand new.
Now sitting on my Father's lap
Resting quietly in His arms,
Written by Silverotter65
(Drew1103)
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Related submission no longer exists.
Goodbye, Love
my mind was always turbulent
one mood lower than the last
propelled into the sky
euphoric again
my mind is like a record
softly turning in tune
i remembered the scratches
that distorted the sound
my flaws from within, perhaps even morbid
this i knew
his face struck me different, this time
alone in the darkness
tangled bedsheets
warm breath and distant chimes
wide awake i was
my turntable was working
so our marriage plays
the song begins with us
dancing in the light of the moon
happy and so in love
nothing but bliss and nostalgic memories
the song seemed perfect
until that little mistake
distorting the words
corrupting my psyche
red, jealousy, anger
death
all the wrong things i could possibly dream
awakening inside
this was the other side of me
did i skip my medication?
whatever, it’s happening
turning to his innocent slumber
i paused at the sight
his last memory would be a severed knife
laying in sheets no longer white
a gentle kiss was laid upon his ivory cheek
“goodbye love”
this was me
couldn’t hear the wind, or the chimes
gone
the vinyl was killed
one mood lower than the last
propelled into the sky
euphoric again
my mind is like a record
softly turning in tune
i remembered the scratches
that distorted the sound
my flaws from within, perhaps even morbid
this i knew
his face struck me different, this time
alone in the darkness
tangled bedsheets
warm breath and distant chimes
wide awake i was
my turntable was working
so our marriage plays
the song begins with us
dancing in the light of the moon
happy and so in love
nothing but bliss and nostalgic memories
the song seemed perfect
until that little mistake
distorting the words
corrupting my psyche
red, jealousy, anger
death
all the wrong things i could possibly dream
awakening inside
this was the other side of me
did i skip my medication?
whatever, it’s happening
turning to his innocent slumber
i paused at the sight
his last memory would be a severed knife
laying in sheets no longer white
a gentle kiss was laid upon his ivory cheek
“goodbye love”
this was me
couldn’t hear the wind, or the chimes
gone
the vinyl was killed
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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HERE🧠 (visceral revisited)
I shiver with a fever.
The deep-throated sound
of drones menace
as they hover near a sickbed.
It’s gonna be a long one,
I can’t tell.
I close my eyes, but
there’s no chance to sleep.
And it’s like I’m not here
as I sit up, groggy and cold,
while flames
leap from my head.
Hospital socks on my feet.
The nightshirt clings,
anonymously,
and the IV drip runs dry.
Every inch my body aches.
What have they done,
what torture awaits
and why am I so afraid?
Than ever I’ve known,
It’s darker in this hall of night
and blood glows,
showing me the way.
I hear a child crying
and an old woman wailing;
they both sound like me!
I stand, quaking, petrified.
Iron filings fall out my nose.
A sight in the lunchroom
cannibalizes why
as his dull eyes stare at me.
But it’s like I’m not here
as the night guard
holds in his gut,
the rest hangs to the floor.
Where it started:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/268955-here/
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Fragmented
I ponder on those who fought and lost the fight
If they were loved or were given a name
I wonder if the echoes I once heard
Were the prayers and supplications
The cries of desolation
From the barren wombs
He fucked you so good and hard, you both came
And went
Your separate ways, on about your lives
It was great sex
But then you forgot
About nature’s little special effect
Now you look at the choices
And make a decision
But that’s OK, I don’t get a vote
After all I’m not a person, so they say
So other than that, who gives a fuck
I wonder if it hurts you when they stick
That tube deep inside of you
Unlike the dick you took
But this time
Like house chores
They vacuum me through some fetal like straw
Draw out the life out because
I don’t stand a chance
That needle is sharp going right through my brain
The pulse in every vein that was ceases to be
The pain is very hard to for me to explain
Then again, that’s the way it came to be
Look at me, I’m a mess
Maybe you can't tell by the horror
In my facial expression
Unless they tore out my face
Had they waited
It would’ve been more fucked up
I would’ve resembled one of you
Maybe they’ll burn me up or grind me down
Or feed to me to the wolves for a good cause
I’ll be on display to distort an image
A freak show or a lab?
Who knows?
It all seems like a mirage
What’s that I smell?
Is it hell or formalin?
So I don’t judge you
You had your reasons
In the meantime I’ll be here
Quartered and fragmented
For who knows what
If they were loved or were given a name
I wonder if the echoes I once heard
Were the prayers and supplications
The cries of desolation
From the barren wombs
He fucked you so good and hard, you both came
And went
Your separate ways, on about your lives
It was great sex
But then you forgot
About nature’s little special effect
Now you look at the choices
And make a decision
But that’s OK, I don’t get a vote
After all I’m not a person, so they say
So other than that, who gives a fuck
I wonder if it hurts you when they stick
That tube deep inside of you
Unlike the dick you took
But this time
Like house chores
They vacuum me through some fetal like straw
Draw out the life out because
I don’t stand a chance
That needle is sharp going right through my brain
The pulse in every vein that was ceases to be
The pain is very hard to for me to explain
Then again, that’s the way it came to be
Look at me, I’m a mess
Maybe you can't tell by the horror
In my facial expression
Unless they tore out my face
Had they waited
It would’ve been more fucked up
I would’ve resembled one of you
Maybe they’ll burn me up or grind me down
Or feed to me to the wolves for a good cause
I’ll be on display to distort an image
A freak show or a lab?
Who knows?
It all seems like a mirage
What’s that I smell?
Is it hell or formalin?
So I don’t judge you
You had your reasons
In the meantime I’ll be here
Quartered and fragmented
For who knows what
Written by wallyroo92
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Serial Killer
Chained in my basement
They’re rattling around
How I love when they struggle
I savour their fearful sound
I slowly walk down the stairs
The steps creaking underneath me
I meet their gaze, their eyes filled with despair
Meet, meat,
Their flesh is just a piece of meat
And I’m ready to start carving
They scurry to the corners
Pulling their chains taught
I hold a blade tight
I toss is from my left hand to my right
Every step makes them tremble
Their complexions are drained and white
Oh, we’re going to have some fun tonight
They’re rattling around
How I love when they struggle
I savour their fearful sound
I slowly walk down the stairs
The steps creaking underneath me
I meet their gaze, their eyes filled with despair
Meet, meat,
Their flesh is just a piece of meat
And I’m ready to start carving
They scurry to the corners
Pulling their chains taught
I hold a blade tight
I toss is from my left hand to my right
Every step makes them tremble
Their complexions are drained and white
Oh, we’re going to have some fun tonight
Written by Heart_symphony
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Murder first degree
His smile radiant as the sun
His eyes blue like the eastern sky
His caress, heat of pleasure
against my skin
loving him, a vocation
serving him, a need
being with him a desire
loving him was my fire
stoked by needs
blown by passion
His love overflowed
from me to her
a woman so fair
I paled to the wall
non-entity personified
she took over
and rode him
like a stallion in vast fields
where lusts surmounted
reasons
The knife I weld
I did not feel
slashing his pretty face
and then his whore
still astride his lower body
I slashed and gored
and their innards poured
splashing into one another
crimson blood they splattered
all over the walls and floor
When at last I was done
they lay entangled in a ruin
where limbs of which and whom
were unknown
so mixed were they….
the glorious feel of vengeance
made me scream in delight
as I dance upon their flesh
under my feet they were at last
laying in pieces of defeat.
His eyes blue like the eastern sky
His caress, heat of pleasure
against my skin
loving him, a vocation
serving him, a need
being with him a desire
loving him was my fire
stoked by needs
blown by passion
His love overflowed
from me to her
a woman so fair
I paled to the wall
non-entity personified
she took over
and rode him
like a stallion in vast fields
where lusts surmounted
reasons
The knife I weld
I did not feel
slashing his pretty face
and then his whore
still astride his lower body
I slashed and gored
and their innards poured
splashing into one another
crimson blood they splattered
all over the walls and floor
When at last I was done
they lay entangled in a ruin
where limbs of which and whom
were unknown
so mixed were they….
the glorious feel of vengeance
made me scream in delight
as I dance upon their flesh
under my feet they were at last
laying in pieces of defeat.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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echoing
He stepped in
get himself a weapon
If he left with nothing
except him
his mind is an exception
It’s all he has
Nobody really accepts him
Left out the door
AR on the car floor
Farmed up ammunition on a mission
In the sticks shooting targets and practicing
He Wants to find out
who’s a good Christian
Who’s prepared or acting
is their Religion lacking
faith commitment and action
why are they alarmed panicked
It’s just a gun please stop running
ears ringing from the shots echoing
using a weapon ill answer your question
Every bullet that rips and tears through
Bleeds out your answers of
who’s a good Christian
Who’s going to heaven
With the sins within I’ll find
Insanity inside you and me
All Hope hides and flees
I’ll let you see
Who’s a good Christian
Do you know the end,
what do you believe
What’ll conceive
using a weapon I’ll help you leave,
Hope for gods blessing
Maybe He’ll Step in
And gates open for free
get himself a weapon
If he left with nothing
except him
his mind is an exception
It’s all he has
Nobody really accepts him
Left out the door
AR on the car floor
Farmed up ammunition on a mission
In the sticks shooting targets and practicing
He Wants to find out
who’s a good Christian
Who’s prepared or acting
is their Religion lacking
faith commitment and action
why are they alarmed panicked
It’s just a gun please stop running
ears ringing from the shots echoing
using a weapon ill answer your question
Every bullet that rips and tears through
Bleeds out your answers of
who’s a good Christian
Who’s going to heaven
With the sins within I’ll find
Insanity inside you and me
All Hope hides and flees
I’ll let you see
Who’s a good Christian
Do you know the end,
what do you believe
What’ll conceive
using a weapon I’ll help you leave,
Hope for gods blessing
Maybe He’ll Step in
And gates open for free
Written by 0UTPUT_a_AURA
(rushing._RUMOR.s)
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Thank you for all these awrsome entries.
Wallyroo92 I hadn't anticipated this perspective, and I dig the outcome so much.
Jade, your writing is uniquely visceral, I've always appreciated this about you.
Blackwolf, I thought you wrote with a rhythm that had reflections of life draining, very cool.
See you again soon
Wallyroo92 I hadn't anticipated this perspective, and I dig the outcome so much.
Jade, your writing is uniquely visceral, I've always appreciated this about you.
Blackwolf, I thought you wrote with a rhythm that had reflections of life draining, very cool.
See you again soon
Thank you so much, Jen, for hosting this excellently-themed competition. I enjoyed the immersion. And welcome back home, Poetess!
And my enthusiastic congratulation to my brothers: BlackWolf as a runner-up, and Wally for winning the cup! It’s raining men of talent!
All the best to everyone!👍🏻👏🏻👌🏻
And my enthusiastic congratulation to my brothers: BlackWolf as a runner-up, and Wally for winning the cup! It’s raining men of talent!
All the best to everyone!👍🏻👏🏻👌🏻
OMG, this caught me by surprise.
First, let me congratulations BlackWolf and Ms. Jade on runner ups. It's always a joy to see so many talented writers and entries. My sincere thanks to our host Jennifer, it was an interesting competition and I thought I'd take a slightly different approach to it.
Cheers everyone, and be safe out there!
First, let me congratulations BlackWolf and Ms. Jade on runner ups. It's always a joy to see so many talented writers and entries. My sincere thanks to our host Jennifer, it was an interesting competition and I thought I'd take a slightly different approach to it.
Cheers everyone, and be safe out there!
