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Crime poems.

poet Anonymous

Poetry Contest

Write a crime poem.
You are a cop or a murder, whatever, write a poem about crime.

1) No collab.
2) Multimedia allowed.

cheesa
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 1awards
Joined 5th Oct 2015
Forum Posts: 109

They said I could be what I wanted to be
And a 9 to 5 just wasn't for me
You're weeks wage I make in a day
So hustling drugs became my only way
Only thing with this life of crime
Every now and then I might get a little jail time
Oh and the once I got stabbed in the eye
But I'm still here folks I didn't die
So pass my scales I gotta weigh up a gram
When I pull up in my BMW you know I'm the man
You wanna tick pay me friday
You know not to fuck me about that's all I can say
Time to lay low dam feds making it hot
Just glad I ain't working like another government controlled robot

Mr_Hellbound
Clandestine
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 29th July 2016
Forum Posts: 4

Hell waits and peeks ! extreme content !
 

All I've had
is my happiness taken away
nothing Golden ever stays ...
I read that and for some reason
I'm stuck with that today
I used to read the outsiders
in middle school
I admired it
and dreamt of what it meant
to be a greaser, a social , a letterman
all that bullshit
I thought damn
that would have been mint
leather jackets knives and women
I click with all that shit
I even thought about stabbing that kid
as the blood fills the fountain
blood oceans
and were on the run
rebels yell
but so damn young
and never to come home
train hoppin bums
nomad killer kids
brothers
that were actually just friends
someone that wouldn't leave me
and actually enjoy having me around
not like at home ....
well I grew up fast
way to fast in fact
what was pony boy 15 ? 16
when he stabbed that kid
Feeling knife enter skin
I was 15 also
when I slashed a bitch
and not one with a clit
one with a dick
a punk ass bitch
who like to touch females
when sleeping
he's sick my mind whispers
I must fix this
grab the steel
and avenge this chick
what you mean you didn't touch that pussy ?!
her tampon was missing and she had no panties on mother fucker !
so I stab that Latin king over and over
and over again
then over again just to sink it in
I never discontinued this
since then
sticking up for my people
life or death
I'll take life's ..
been certified
I'll take knifes bullets spears shanks
I'll fuckin die for my people
legal ?
fuck legal I do what I want
don't step to my steeple
no equal
I'll eat you
chew a clear view thru your chest
you bitch
you done sucking dicks yet trick?
they got the ham bugler
so your the hot dog bandit skank
God damn you just swallow dicks
six at a time you got magic lips
well
I got 6 in the clip
plus one for your man bitch
now what
ya I'm sick and you fuckin knew This, loved this
kissed this
and loved to watch me grab someone by the back of the neck
pull him close real quick
and pistol whip the snitch
taken his money ?
of course don't be stupid
I just grab the bottom of there pants
and yank them all the way off
everything I want
is right in the pockets
no serious
you think im joking?
go ahead test that quick
see how far you get..
now I get to laugh
as you stand there
cold and shivering In your skibbies
I'm all checking your id
just in case I need to clean up the scene
later with the hammer and bleach
hahaha ....you have no idea
but I got no problem showing you
all of you
all of you that are low as dog shit
pussy coward son of a bitches
your heart pumps puppy piss !
you ain't no warrior
your no solider
just a Toy gangster
with a pop pistol
draw or shoot please
so I have a reason
not to miss you with my green beam
piercing thru you hollow tip mushrooms
a 3 round burst fucking ends you
phew
thank Odin
you are finally dead
outta my head
I sit on your body and spark up a cig
sayin to myself you done good kid
stand up look around quick
don't wanna leave evidence
oh oh wait,
I planned it all out tho
ten feet away was your hole
I drop you in like dirt that you are
took a piss on you
went to the car and grabbed  the gas
walked back
lite up another cigertte
but
the filter end this time
making a match out of it
i look down at you ...
threw it down there with you
igniting you ..
and I said my good byes to you
and not once did I shed a tear or feel for you
human swine
disgust me
low or no class fucking pigs
I hope we all die soon
and yes including me
I'm in the front seat hands in the air crazy as fuck smiling
finally,
I'm back with my family

poet Anonymous

barbara.

i, Woman, w/a machete
d
 an g
      lin
   g
from the delicate of my hand

a hint of spent
channel #5
 wafts   through my demon~esq skin,
Pradas on my feet
                             head     d e t a c h e d
  a scandal on a carpet
blood drenches a chalk outline
of her pretty head; sirens wail ~
distant:

'they're coming for you, Barbara'

Kevorkian appendages heave you thru
& from and 2 Hell ~ paradise found;
i'll be there in ten to life

just let me finish my cigarette.

poet Anonymous

clinical depressant

chainsaw. . .
the chainsaw tends to jam as
my wife’s head is stubborn at times,
but today I succeeded,
I tell the therapist behind an expression of regret,
and a cigarette I five fingered from the ashtray from the previous session.
and the coffee smells like day old coffee grinds
but taste freshly brewed though, lacking sugar, that caramel look.
the therapist asks why I would even dare put a chainsaw to my wife’s head?
I didn’t have bananas in my cornflakes, I admitted without being charged.
So it’s her fault?  The therapist assumes.
I tell him that the lady now sitting next to me,
who was sitting next to me earlier out in the lobby,
has been bumming a cigarette from me since day 37,
since it was my wife who suggested I see a therapist to help with my depression.
So it’s her fault, then?  The therapist redirects.
I shake my head, bite my lip, and toss the cigarette into my coffee cup;
the cigarette makes a fizzing sound
like the chainsaw now sitting beside my wife’s stubborn head.
I shiver, not because in the manner I killed her in,
but because of the bloody shit I got to go home and clean up!
the therapist scratches his shiny head before taking pity on me.
he refills my placebo pills in a new prescription.
Same time, next week? He says.  I nod.
and nothing is resolved, as usual.


JohnFeddeler
Tyrant of Words
United States 83awards
Joined 18th Jan 2013
Forum Posts: 325


         betrayer's kiss


they call me Cain. thug for hire. whatever the job calls
for: a theft, a burning, a kill. quick & clean, it’s my
modus operandi. then I’m on the next train out. nobody
knows my face.

and I stay away from dames, they’re trouble. when I crave
a woman, I call an escort service. escort, courtesan… just
fancy names for a whore.

all of a sudden, there was Delphine. she had the curves to
be a high-class hooker, & the angles to avoid it. sex was
an opera of passion for her. she chose her own lovers.

I met her in a club that was thick with wolves in neckties &
low-cut dolls. I like crowds; a man can disappear in a crowd.
the crush of the inebriated clientele pushed us into each other.
I had to embrace her to keep from knocking her down. ‘we
better dance,’ I told her. ‘it’ll look more respectable that way.’

we danced & talked. we drank, & talked a little more. I could have
warmed my heart on the romantic light in her eyes, so I warned
her about my sleeping habits. ‘after you spend a night with me,’
she said, sultry-like, ‘you won’t waste your money on whores.’

she was right. the sex was beyond my experience, the kind you
couldn’t buy. the way she touched me, held me. like someone in
love. it was precious, & beautiful. too beautiful for an outlaw like me.

she kept me company after that. I spoke about things, maybe too
much. told her I was a wanted desperado. the law knew me only as
a question mark, a ghost with a price on my head. a very large price.

I fell hard in love with her, but I had to run, & I wanted her with me.
she agreed, & we made plans to meet at the train station…

I hid in the crowd & watched her as she came in the entrance. she
glanced to the right, then the left. when she spotted me, she hurried
over & kissed me, deeply. as she always did. suddenly she stopped &
said, ‘sorry, baby.’  I almost believed her.

three grim Feds surrounded me. the meanest one recited the Miranda
legalities, then he said, ‘you’re booked, tough guy.’


how many days, I wondered, will I rot in this crummy cell till they
drag me to the gallows. Delphine never visits me, of course,
but she still kisses me…

…in my sweetest nightmares.




Mr_Hellbound
Clandestine
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 29th July 2016
Forum Posts: 4

This is cool. Good write

Artemios
Thought Provoker
Greece 12awards
Joined 11th Jan 2016
Forum Posts: 393

Mashed bloody potato


We started with a romantic dinner.

I wanted to lick his feet
and then cut his fingers off one by one,
wherever I put my tongue on
I want it dead later on.

I wanted to lick his eyes
and then pull them off one by one,
wherever I put my tongue on
I want it dead later on.

I wanted to lick his lips
and then winkle them out,
half an hour the upper lip
and just for a minute the lower one,
wherever I put my tongue on
I want it dead later on.

I wanted to lick his chest,
his armholes to be my tongue’s rasp,
and then rub them off with an incorrect bite,
wherever I put my tongue on
I want it dead later on.

In my plate was left this mashed potato
kind of yellow and white but still warm,
I put in my mouth and kept it open
you could see my tongue writhing
you could see his pump palpitating.

I had my tongue-gun prepared
fuck the feet, fuck the eyes
the lips will be needed to elevate the scream
the chest and the armholes I need them on
so I can grab him and throw him away later on
what I needed now was to see a hard on
now that my mouth was a chiffon.

In front of my face, I have my happy victim
in front of my tongue, I have a hungry meat
blood is missing from my hot mashed potato
a sudden bite and a pull back of my head
my delicious crime will make me fat again
because don’t forget that
wherever I put my tongue on
I want it dead later on.

We ended with a sexy dinner after all.

lanooz
Twisted Dreamer
United States 14awards
Joined 21st July 2012
Forum Posts: 240

Redrum Mind


Privately I'm an endless mess
escaping the arms of the law,
all in an attempt to accomplish
a dream of yacht ownership,
maybe I can just steal it the same
way I've stolen material items
and lives.

The police ready to come get me,
but I'm not ready to die. These
are the streets that I was made in,
survival of the fittest and that man
had to die, now I'm wanted by the
black and white as I escape the
scene after taking another man's
priced possession.

No chance in hell that I'm going back
to jail without another charge on my
record. Soon I'm going to hell deep
in thought speaking out loud as
savages derail my smile for all the evil
that this man did back on Earth.

Marijuana leafs on the table as I count
down the final days of my freedom,
laughing hysterically at the situation
I put myself cheek in the air
remembering my peak of invincibility.
Insisting that those nine to fives were a
way for me to broadcast myself to the
world as a normal person trying to
contribute to society's well intended plan.

I will pay the highest cost for being a
murderer of high regard by those
people wanting to get into heaven.
Cocaine nasal cavities, I'm saying
peace to the world, even though
when I was here all any of you did
was hide your face from this murderer.







lanooz
Twisted Dreamer
United States 14awards
Joined 21st July 2012
Forum Posts: 240

See

Last night I saw a man gasp for air
as his body rejected the idea of living.

I am an officer of the law, but even I can't
get accustomed to the gravity of a
senseless murder.

Before death he spoke softly about his killer, and the idea that he would come back for revenge. Doesn't he understand?

There is no life after this, and in the miracle that life after death exists, he's going to be rowing through dead bodies for eternity anyways.

Of course he wants to come back, who wants to be forgotten forever? But who am I to judge the masses?

A crime went down tonight that was senseless and down right nasty, but who am I to look at this crime as anything but a survival tactic for the person who caused this stain on the street?

A crime can easily turn to panic and fear, but what happened tonight was only a man seeking revenge and finding it in the arms of a lunatic ready for a showdown.

I defend peace, therefore I despise murder. In my full essence, I'm only but  one man protecting the right to live.

JohnFeddeler
Tyrant of Words
United States 83awards
Joined 18th Jan 2013
Forum Posts: 325

Thanks for the blue votes. so many outstanding poems here, it's great to be among them...


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