Poems About Murder Seeking Friendly Advice
#murder
Awkward_Sasquatch1
Sasquatch
Sasquatch
Poem Published
12th May 2024 6:08am
12th May 2024 6:08am
Consequences
#murder
#suicide
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
10th May 2024 12:25pm
10th May 2024 12:25pm
Nightmare Written in Blood
Nightmares
Is it possible to write away
a lifetime of pain and rage
stabbing every inch of the paper
with my pen
Could each slashing stroke
form letters that spell a path to
forget the abuse, those sneaky
bedroom visits to "check in on me"
Will the ink bleed and the pain
somehow pour onto this page
forming a river of suffering with a
current that flows away from me
Should I let the tears go
that form a well of anger within me
writing a watercolor masterpiece of
innocence lost,...
Is it possible to write away
a lifetime of pain and rage
stabbing every inch of the paper
with my pen
Could each slashing stroke
form letters that spell a path to
forget the abuse, those sneaky
bedroom visits to "check in on me"
Will the ink bleed and the pain
somehow pour onto this page
forming a river of suffering with a
current that flows away from me
Should I let the tears go
that form a well of anger within me
writing a watercolor masterpiece of
innocence lost,...
#abuse
#murder
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
20th Apr 2024 9:10pm
20th Apr 2024 9:10pm
Murder most morish - NaPoWriMo 20
Watching episodes
of murder mysteries gone by,
such as Cadfael and Agatha Christie's Poirot.
Times of a slower pace
still assaulted
by the brutality of the animal within,
but less obsessive fascination
with showing the gory details
and wanton darkness.
With scenes of the past sensibly lit
without the modern pervading dimness
that shows naught;
the attempted 'mystery'
of what the hell is happening on screen
bludgeoning supposed suspense.
Nostalgia
may be the prime suspect
to much of this, ...
of murder mysteries gone by,
such as Cadfael and Agatha Christie's Poirot.
Times of a slower pace
still assaulted
by the brutality of the animal within,
but less obsessive fascination
with showing the gory details
and wanton darkness.
With scenes of the past sensibly lit
without the modern pervading dimness
that shows naught;
the attempted 'mystery'
of what the hell is happening on screen
bludgeoning supposed suspense.
Nostalgia
may be the prime suspect
to much of this, ...
#memories
#murder
#NaPoWriMo2024
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missjem56
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 1:32am
9th Apr 2024 1:32am
The Killer On The Loose Is-Real
I punched a wall
And hurt my hand
I felt like a fool
Because i cant understand
I also shed tears
Of a salty brine
About the genocide
In Palestine
And that our government
Gives licences to sell arms
To another country
That have no qualms
About bombing the starving
All the innocent , at will
As Benjamin Netanyahu
Goes in for the kill
by Jemia
And hurt my hand
I felt like a fool
Because i cant understand
I also shed tears
Of a salty brine
About the genocide
In Palestine
And that our government
Gives licences to sell arms
To another country
That have no qualms
About bombing the starving
All the innocent , at will
As Benjamin Netanyahu
Goes in for the kill
by Jemia
#murder
#oppression
#war #bullying
#war #bullying
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Rew
Poem Published
29th Mar 2024 10:19pm
29th Mar 2024 10:19pm
Your old Grin.
Ah, pity me for I have no pity
although you are the far weaker one now,
when you suffered me to come unto thee
In the authority of your cleric's gown.
Do you know you can hear trees drinking water
when deep underground, It soothes cares away,
a tinkling sound like some fairy laughter
where you will sleep easy, for all and a day?
Do not take on so, it will keep you safe,
from violent vengeance seekers like myself,
I shall allow you a moments prayer, or rage,
before stripping you of your oh, so rude health.
So, meet...
although you are the far weaker one now,
when you suffered me to come unto thee
In the authority of your cleric's gown.
Do you know you can hear trees drinking water
when deep underground, It soothes cares away,
a tinkling sound like some fairy laughter
where you will sleep easy, for all and a day?
Do not take on so, it will keep you safe,
from violent vengeance seekers like myself,
I shall allow you a moments prayer, or rage,
before stripping you of your oh, so rude health.
So, meet...
#murder
#death
#sonnet #revenge
#sonnet #revenge
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missjem56
Poem Published
19th Mar 2024 4:30pm
19th Mar 2024 4:30pm
Oppressed
Imagine
Being in whatever your favourite place is
Living in constant fear
That a bomb
May land on you
At any given moment
Night, or day
Day in, day out
Week in, week out
Whilst the entire infrastructure
Of where you live
Is gradually, and brutally
Eradicated
Little, or no food, or water
No medicines, for your son, or daughter
As the country you were born in
Becomes a wasteland
As clouds of oppression
Rains down on you daily
Where countries that could help you
Don't
As they have a vested...
Being in whatever your favourite place is
Living in constant fear
That a bomb
May land on you
At any given moment
Night, or day
Day in, day out
Week in, week out
Whilst the entire infrastructure
Of where you live
Is gradually, and brutally
Eradicated
Little, or no food, or water
No medicines, for your son, or daughter
As the country you were born in
Becomes a wasteland
As clouds of oppression
Rains down on you daily
Where countries that could help you
Don't
As they have a vested...
#murder
#oppression
#war #HumanRights
#war #HumanRights
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
19th Mar 2024 11:08am
19th Mar 2024 11:08am
One Last Time
The sex was average,
that was likely my fault for abducting you
but then I still enjoyed myself
The murder was exquisite
random and ill planned, surely I'll be caught
unless of course I'm gone
I covered myself in your blood
and played with you until I became
sticky
I hung myself above your corpse
so as I rot, I will once again be on top of you
pleasuring myself one last time
that was likely my fault for abducting you
but then I still enjoyed myself
The murder was exquisite
random and ill planned, surely I'll be caught
unless of course I'm gone
I covered myself in your blood
and played with you until I became
sticky
I hung myself above your corpse
so as I rot, I will once again be on top of you
pleasuring myself one last time
#sex
#murder
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
15th Mar 2024 5:45pm
15th Mar 2024 5:45pm
On the road to hate.
The funny thing is he thinks
that he's won,
when in truth the war
has just begun.
The stress of these days is often
very hard to carry.
A thousand years ago my problems
would be dead and buried.
I’ve heard it said a knife-less man
is never good.
I’d stab him a hundred million
times if only I could.
Maybe he would mind his tongue
or hold his breath,
if he knew he’s staring at
the very face of death.
that he's won,
when in truth the war
has just begun.
The stress of these days is often
very hard to carry.
A thousand years ago my problems
would be dead and buried.
I’ve heard it said a knife-less man
is never good.
I’d stab him a hundred million
times if only I could.
Maybe he would mind his tongue
or hold his breath,
if he knew he’s staring at
the very face of death.
#anger
#murder
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missjem56
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 00:37am
7th Mar 2024 00:37am
The Avenging Ghost
"Why did you run me over?"
But you say nothing as You examine my broken body
Lying on the lonely road
The driver speaks to the passenger Who is still in the car
He laughs like a man possessed "It's alright" he shouts
"Another victim to add to my list!" He laughs again
As he returns to his car, and drives off
I'm barely alive I somehow manage to cross the road
Towards the woods To hide, just in case he comes back
But i knew i was dying
My last living thoughts Who would look after my children?
I left...
But you say nothing as You examine my broken body
Lying on the lonely road
The driver speaks to the passenger Who is still in the car
He laughs like a man possessed "It's alright" he shouts
"Another victim to add to my list!" He laughs again
As he returns to his car, and drives off
I'm barely alive I somehow manage to cross the road
Towards the woods To hide, just in case he comes back
But i knew i was dying
My last living thoughts Who would look after my children?
I left...
#murder
#ghosts
#revenge #surreal
#revenge #surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 2:15pm
6th Mar 2024 2:15pm
Slaughter
Israel
Led by its dictator
Benjamin Netanyahu
Commiting crimes against humanity
Israeli troops
Now slaughtering
Starving Palestinians
Around aid convoys
Whilst also destroying
The infra structure of Palestine
Netanyahu is a monster
And that back him
Like Biden, and Sunak
Are supporting a genocide
A slaughter of the innocent
Whilst Europe
Are still buying Russian oil
Transferred onto neutral ships
by Jemia
Led by its dictator
Benjamin Netanyahu
Commiting crimes against humanity
Israeli troops
Now slaughtering
Starving Palestinians
Around aid convoys
Whilst also destroying
The infra structure of Palestine
Netanyahu is a monster
And that back him
Like Biden, and Sunak
Are supporting a genocide
A slaughter of the innocent
Whilst Europe
Are still buying Russian oil
Transferred onto neutral ships
by Jemia
#corruption
#murder
#oppression
#war
#HumanRights
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missjem56
Poem Published
28th Feb 2024 5:07pm
28th Feb 2024 5:07pm
Miss Formalde Hyde
Doctor Jeckle
Once transmogrified
Into Hyde
Ventured into wedlock
(so i heard, or imagined)
And within a space
Of just two years
Mrs Hyde
Gave birth to a healthy baby girl
They (Mister & Mrs Hyde)
Named her Formalde
And despite of
Or maybe because of
Formaldes' interest in pickled things
Caused her to develop a problem
With a particularly pungent wind problem
Her persona was as grey, as the clothes she wore
She developed an interest
In at first pickling
But later preserving things
Initially...
Once transmogrified
Into Hyde
Ventured into wedlock
(so i heard, or imagined)
And within a space
Of just two years
Mrs Hyde
Gave birth to a healthy baby girl
They (Mister & Mrs Hyde)
Named her Formalde
And despite of
Or maybe because of
Formaldes' interest in pickled things
Caused her to develop a problem
With a particularly pungent wind problem
Her persona was as grey, as the clothes she wore
She developed an interest
In at first pickling
But later preserving things
Initially...
#murder
#satirical
#funny
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
31st Jan 2024 10:30pm
31st Jan 2024 10:30pm
I fertilize nightly.
#murder
#fear
#horror
72 reads
4 Comments
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