Murder Poems
#murder
Murder poems about killing or being killed. Poems about murder, including dark fictional poetry, and poems about crimes of passion, serial killers, mass murder and genocide.
Mrblack616
MrBlack
MrBlack
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2023 2:50pm
22nd Mar 2023 2:50pm
Charles Manson
I am the breath of evil, the hand of fate,
A master of minds, the crazed inmate,
Born to bring destruction, chaos and pain,
To wreak havoc with a cult of my own insane.
My eyes gleam darkly with a wicked delight,
A puppet master to my followers at the dead of the night,
I bend them to my will, with a dangerous power,
An addiction to violence, in every waking hour.
In my veins, runs the blood of the devil himself,
His mark is upon me, like a demon elf,
I cut a swathe through life, with a twisted philosophy,
Of death, carnage,...
A master of minds, the crazed inmate,
Born to bring destruction, chaos and pain,
To wreak havoc with a cult of my own insane.
My eyes gleam darkly with a wicked delight,
A puppet master to my followers at the dead of the night,
I bend them to my will, with a dangerous power,
An addiction to violence, in every waking hour.
In my veins, runs the blood of the devil himself,
His mark is upon me, like a demon elf,
I cut a swathe through life, with a twisted philosophy,
Of death, carnage,...
#dark
#murder
#evil
#scary
#horror
48 reads
7 Comments
Mrblack616
MrBlack
MrBlack
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2023 00:26am
22nd Mar 2023 00:26am
The Zodiac Killer
From the shadows he lurks, the Zodiac unmasked,
His twisted mind a labyrinth of sin.
His victims lay scattered, his dark soul basked,
In the horror and agony of those he's been.
His cryptic messages, his taunts and his boasts,
A testament to the power he seeks to hold.
A master of terror, a harvester of ghosts,
His wicked ways forever daring to unfold.
The Zodiac, the name itself a twist of fate,
A symbol of his twisted, dark desires.
His victims, captured like flies in his waiting bait,
Succumbing to his madness, as his fury...
His twisted mind a labyrinth of sin.
His victims lay scattered, his dark soul basked,
In the horror and agony of those he's been.
His cryptic messages, his taunts and his boasts,
A testament to the power he seeks to hold.
A master of terror, a harvester of ghosts,
His wicked ways forever daring to unfold.
The Zodiac, the name itself a twist of fate,
A symbol of his twisted, dark desires.
His victims, captured like flies in his waiting bait,
Succumbing to his madness, as his fury...
#dark
#murder
#evil
#scary
#horror
39 reads
1 Comment
Michael_Goodridge
Lord-Karma
Lord-Karma
Poem Published
21st Mar 2023 12:24pm
21st Mar 2023 12:24pm
Goat Head {Judas} WORLD
#murder
#death
#God #devil
#God #devil
22 reads
1 Comment
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Mar 2023 10:39pm
15th Mar 2023 10:39pm
Angry Ides
Men are creatures of some ugly extremes
Plaza vacillating from slob to snob
In our communitarian dreams
About just what is an honorable job.
Just what is it that makes a man a man
Apart from hardened heart, and Cupid's dart,
And escapades by an aggressive plan
Sly commenced on a Powerpoint chart
To see foul play befoul another
As vainglory is made the covert's own;
The toxin wherein all trust will smother
And infuse malice into every bone?
Et Tu, Brute? That's your master scheme?
Like chopped up bits of pizza...
Plaza vacillating from slob to snob
In our communitarian dreams
About just what is an honorable job.
Just what is it that makes a man a man
Apart from hardened heart, and Cupid's dart,
And escapades by an aggressive plan
Sly commenced on a Powerpoint chart
To see foul play befoul another
As vainglory is made the covert's own;
The toxin wherein all trust will smother
And infuse malice into every bone?
Et Tu, Brute? That's your master scheme?
Like chopped up bits of pizza...
#corruption
#murder
#violence
#politics
#deception
94 reads
12 Comments
Josiah
Poem Published
15th Mar 2023 3:46am
15th Mar 2023 3:46am
Matt and the Sniper
Breath in...Breath out...Pull.
A Mile and a Month away,
Matt's cats had grown fat.
A Mile and a Month away,
Matt's cats had grown fat.
#murder
#violence
#cats #haiku
#cats #haiku
29 reads
0 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
14th Mar 2023 6:49pm
14th Mar 2023 6:49pm
Deadly Dish
A sexist man was allergic to shellfish and he ended up on a slab.
He ordered chicken at a cafe but the waitress served him crab.
She knew about his allergy and that he was sexist and that's why she fed him shellfish.
It gave her a great deal of pleasure to murder that man by serving him a deadly dish.
She told him that she was serving him chicken but she lied.
That unfortunate man ate the crab and then he died.
She thought she had the right to murder him and she brought his life to an end.
She called him scum because he was sexist but she will never...
He ordered chicken at a cafe but the waitress served him crab.
She knew about his allergy and that he was sexist and that's why she fed him shellfish.
It gave her a great deal of pleasure to murder that man by serving him a deadly dish.
She told him that she was serving him chicken but she lied.
That unfortunate man ate the crab and then he died.
She thought she had the right to murder him and she brought his life to an end.
She called him scum because he was sexist but she will never...
#murder
#death
#food #fiction
#food #fiction
34 reads
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James_A_Knight
Poem Published
13th Mar 2023 10:05pm
13th Mar 2023 10:05pm
THE TRAIL OF THE WITCH
I stood at the edge of the forest in the rain, as ashen grey clouds thickened above. It was one of those days when the sun refuses to make an appearance. I stood there contemplating whether to climb over the barbwire. It was a small forest by European standards. English forests are small and shabby. You can walk from one side to the other of most of them in an afternoon. They’re far too small to get lost in, unless you venture in after dark.
The sun that hadn’t shone was going down behind the leafless oaks. It was cold after the March rain. The birds had begun to sing...
The sun that hadn’t shone was going down behind the leafless oaks. It was cold after the March rain. The birds had begun to sing...
#murder
#ShortStory
#witches #horror
#witches #horror
84 reads
4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Feb 2023 2:10pm
17th Feb 2023 2:10pm
In Light of a Young Woman’s Death
What life comes to,
I thought when I was young,
is dying or hiding,
surviving on borrowed
eclipses of joy,
the darkness momentary but
a brief religious ecstasy
for any wayward girl or boy.
I’ve since lived long enough to know
there may be life out in the light,
as bright and scorching as it is
to those who don’t become the rays,
the less-than-straight and all
that’s in-between. To write a verse that plays
with what I’d like to write about
is hardly possible. Too deep the wound,
it makes me...
I thought when I was young,
is dying or hiding,
surviving on borrowed
eclipses of joy,
the darkness momentary but
a brief religious ecstasy
for any wayward girl or boy.
I’ve since lived long enough to know
there may be life out in the light,
as bright and scorching as it is
to those who don’t become the rays,
the less-than-straight and all
that’s in-between. To write a verse that plays
with what I’d like to write about
is hardly possible. Too deep the wound,
it makes me...
#hate
#murder
#LGBT #transgender
#LGBT #transgender
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0 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
13th Feb 2023 9:22pm
13th Feb 2023 9:22pm
The Quad Squad
Kings amongst men acting like peasants
Instead of conduct of innate excellence
Sustenance consumed is being poisoned
Psychologically groomed to disturb our Zen
All skin folk ain't kin folks so watch your six
Cause Sambos raise Ruckus' to put in the fix
From Styx to the stix; locally and worldwide
COINTELPRO places Rambos deep in the inside
To impede the rise and ride as we lie in bed
Silencing Messiahs with gunfire like they did Fred
From Bedrock to the Hamptons the goal is to gain
By making targets quadriplegic who...
Instead of conduct of innate excellence
Sustenance consumed is being poisoned
Psychologically groomed to disturb our Zen
All skin folk ain't kin folks so watch your six
Cause Sambos raise Ruckus' to put in the fix
From Styx to the stix; locally and worldwide
COINTELPRO places Rambos deep in the inside
To impede the rise and ride as we lie in bed
Silencing Messiahs with gunfire like they did Fred
From Bedrock to the Hamptons the goal is to gain
By making targets quadriplegic who...
#betrayal
#murder
#wisdom #deception
#wisdom #deception
94 reads
4 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
7th Feb 2023 8:05pm
7th Feb 2023 8:05pm
Black & Blue
Study the history & chemistry of Black & Blue
Critically & open mindedly if you want a clue
Of what a hue's gone through from the genesis
Hands up, don't shoot the messenger writing this
He's pissed about how overseers now turned officers
Keep appearing in roles of sanctioned executioners
Murderers as if she wrote scripts to remain static
The names change but the game streams the same damn traffic
It's tragic how their magic can Houdini so many minds
Justice hides in attics and too often is hard to find
You'll...
Critically & open mindedly if you want a clue
Of what a hue's gone through from the genesis
Hands up, don't shoot the messenger writing this
He's pissed about how overseers now turned officers
Keep appearing in roles of sanctioned executioners
Murderers as if she wrote scripts to remain static
The names change but the game streams the same damn traffic
It's tragic how their magic can Houdini so many minds
Justice hides in attics and too often is hard to find
You'll...
#murder
#violence
#death
#LifeStruggles
#historical
147 reads
4 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 10:52pm
31st Jan 2023 10:52pm
Bull Fighting
Who would wean a walrus cub
or crack a pup seal with a club.
Who would walk a rescued stray
or gamble which dog dies today.
Who would scrub small Indian ears
or pull out tusks for souvenirs.
Who would climb to see them rut
or crosshair sights inside a hut.
Who could drag a scented trail
or let the hounds rip head to tail.
Who would farm and let bulls be
or caustic burns around each knee.
or crack a pup seal with a club.
Who would walk a rescued stray
or gamble which dog dies today.
Who would scrub small Indian ears
or pull out tusks for souvenirs.
Who would climb to see them rut
or crosshair sights inside a hut.
Who could drag a scented trail
or let the hounds rip head to tail.
Who would farm and let bulls be
or caustic burns around each knee.
#murder
85 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
21st Jan 2023 3:35am
21st Jan 2023 3:35am
The Next Generation Dorothy Stratten And Paul Snider
Lisa found
an old photo of her
mother while going through some boxes
in the attic and noticed she looked like Lisa
back when she was younger and on the
verge of becoming a
top model.
But when she
showed the pic to her dad
and asked him whatever happened to
her mother, he took a deep breath and told Lisa
that her real father went crazy
and shot her dead with his
own shotgun.
But that was
not before her mother
gave birth to Lisa and he raised her
after her real dad killed both her mom and... then......
an old photo of her
mother while going through some boxes
in the attic and noticed she looked like Lisa
back when she was younger and on the
verge of becoming a
top model.
But when she
showed the pic to her dad
and asked him whatever happened to
her mother, he took a deep breath and told Lisa
that her real father went crazy
and shot her dead with his
own shotgun.
But that was
not before her mother
gave birth to Lisa and he raised her
after her real dad killed both her mom and... then......
#murder
#death
#suicide
#fiction
#tragedy
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