Poems About Murder Seeking Friendly Advice
#murder
Vampyre497
Poem Published
29th Nov 2022 1:28pm
29th Nov 2022 1:28pm
Personal Original Sin
I have started to hunt again
I hear my feelings go to lend
I’m numb but that doesn’t mean I’m dumb
I’m prone, but that doesn’t mean I’m alone
I’ll spend my time with you today
Not that you have a choice anyway
I figure we’ll talk, communicate hate
Not that you can with your mouth gate
I see the holes in the wall
Physical representational call
I wonder aloud why you have so much
It seems unlikely for an organ touch
Listen, I think you’re lashing out
Against whom, I’m lost about
Maybe you have a victim of your own
You...
I hear my feelings go to lend
I’m numb but that doesn’t mean I’m dumb
I’m prone, but that doesn’t mean I’m alone
I’ll spend my time with you today
Not that you have a choice anyway
I figure we’ll talk, communicate hate
Not that you can with your mouth gate
I see the holes in the wall
Physical representational call
I wonder aloud why you have so much
It seems unlikely for an organ touch
Listen, I think you’re lashing out
Against whom, I’m lost about
Maybe you have a victim of your own
You...
#murder
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
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Vampyre497
Poem Published
27th Nov 2022 1:48pm
27th Nov 2022 1:48pm
Down in the Toy-Box
When did you last listen to the wind
You should lose your ears for sin
Why did you last taste the sea
You should lose your tongue for me
How did you last smell the field
You should lose your nose to yield
What did you last touch the Earth
You should lose your hands, rebirth
But you will always have your eyes
I won’t relieve you of their guilt
I’ll make you open blinds
Don’t worry, you won’t die from what I’ve built
Slice through what’s in the way
I’ll drop your health for you
Sleep will continue to stay at bay ...
You should lose your ears for sin
Why did you last taste the sea
You should lose your tongue for me
How did you last smell the field
You should lose your nose to yield
What did you last touch the Earth
You should lose your hands, rebirth
But you will always have your eyes
I won’t relieve you of their guilt
I’ll make you open blinds
Don’t worry, you won’t die from what I’ve built
Slice through what’s in the way
I’ll drop your health for you
Sleep will continue to stay at bay ...
#murder
#death
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Vampyre497
Poem Published
26th Nov 2022 1:36pm
26th Nov 2022 1:36pm
Sacrificial
You will be mine; I will own you
You will be mine; I will eat you
You will be mine; I can’t wait to have you
You will be mine; I will kill you
I cannot feel; your pain will entertain
I cannot feel; your fear’s in vain
I cannot feel; your hatred’s a game
I cannot feel; your ignorance shame
You will be my sacrificial
Your eyes are gifts but superficial
My taste does love your hiding mind
My love does taste of your killing bind
You will not move; I’ve done the work
You will not move; I no longer lurk
You will...
You will be mine; I will eat you
You will be mine; I can’t wait to have you
You will be mine; I will kill you
I cannot feel; your pain will entertain
I cannot feel; your fear’s in vain
I cannot feel; your hatred’s a game
I cannot feel; your ignorance shame
You will be my sacrificial
Your eyes are gifts but superficial
My taste does love your hiding mind
My love does taste of your killing bind
You will not move; I’ve done the work
You will not move; I no longer lurk
You will...
#murder
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
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Vampyre497
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2022 1:36pm
22nd Nov 2022 1:36pm
Killing Booth
My eye starts to twitch and my throat is dry
I need new beauty in a portfolio of mine
I want to suck, I want to drain
My tongue slithers for new red rain
I’ve got a hole in my thumb
I am tonight’s current sun
Seeping blood on my soul
And I am tomorrow’s foal
I’ve stalled long enough, I cannot wait
I’ll forego the use of typical bait
Maybe I’ll change, it’s time to adapt
I want more excitement from my trap
This time I won’t write myself in
No hints to help against my ragged grin
I don’t want to provide...
I need new beauty in a portfolio of mine
I want to suck, I want to drain
My tongue slithers for new red rain
I’ve got a hole in my thumb
I am tonight’s current sun
Seeping blood on my soul
And I am tomorrow’s foal
I’ve stalled long enough, I cannot wait
I’ll forego the use of typical bait
Maybe I’ll change, it’s time to adapt
I want more excitement from my trap
This time I won’t write myself in
No hints to help against my ragged grin
I don’t want to provide...
#murder
#abuse
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
19th Nov 2022 3:54pm
19th Nov 2022 3:54pm
Murdering Doctor
You are a doctor who is a murdering psychopath.
You hate certain people and they suffer your wrath.
When a patient is racist, you think it gives you the right to kill her or him.
You think that you are making the world a better place, you are very dim.
When people are racist, it's bad but murdering them is far worse.
Every time you get a racist patient, he or she ends up in a hearse.
You think what you do makes you a good person and that is bizarre.
You think you have the right to kill, who the hell do you think you are?
How many patients have you...
You hate certain people and they suffer your wrath.
When a patient is racist, you think it gives you the right to kill her or him.
You think that you are making the world a better place, you are very dim.
When people are racist, it's bad but murdering them is far worse.
Every time you get a racist patient, he or she ends up in a hearse.
You think what you do makes you a good person and that is bizarre.
You think you have the right to kill, who the hell do you think you are?
How many patients have you...
#hate
#murder
#fiction #rhyming
#fiction #rhyming
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Vampyre497
Poem Published
19th Nov 2022 1:30pm
19th Nov 2022 1:30pm
Catching Up
His throat is gone, as if he missed
His hand still finished, barrel kissed
That makes it two, with missing toes
One less eye and broken bones
Clearly he knew when at the end
He forced himself to contend
There’s no DNA match, as if a ghost
We’ll have to wait, maybe he’ll boast
Dear all who think them smart
I flutter about, tearing apart
You seek and search, as if I’m near
I hope you simply sleep in fear
My whole plans have been executed
As if suicide were something to be betted
You trace a path that can’t be...
His hand still finished, barrel kissed
That makes it two, with missing toes
One less eye and broken bones
Clearly he knew when at the end
He forced himself to contend
There’s no DNA match, as if a ghost
We’ll have to wait, maybe he’ll boast
Dear all who think them smart
I flutter about, tearing apart
You seek and search, as if I’m near
I hope you simply sleep in fear
My whole plans have been executed
As if suicide were something to be betted
You trace a path that can’t be...
#murder
#abuse
#rhyming
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Vampyre497
Poem Published
18th Nov 2022 1:16pm
18th Nov 2022 1:16pm
Something to be Needed
I stare from my place across the room
I know what he will have to do
Start with the knife, it’s more fun
It is what I did, but mine is done
Kill because it’s not my hand
“Good job, son”; I’m not a fan
“Do your best”; I don’t get support
Nor praise for all my effort
What is my purpose; I don’t provide the gun
What is my reason; I don’t survive for anyone
What is my whole; I don’t have a self
What is my honesty; I’ve no hand to be dealt
As the knife cuts her cheek, tears turn red
She says “we’ll be fine”; five...
I know what he will have to do
Start with the knife, it’s more fun
It is what I did, but mine is done
Kill because it’s not my hand
“Good job, son”; I’m not a fan
“Do your best”; I don’t get support
Nor praise for all my effort
What is my purpose; I don’t provide the gun
What is my reason; I don’t survive for anyone
What is my whole; I don’t have a self
What is my honesty; I’ve no hand to be dealt
As the knife cuts her cheek, tears turn red
She says “we’ll be fine”; five...
#murder
#abuse
#confusion
#manipulation
#deception
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adagio
Poem Published
13th Nov 2022 4:52pm
13th Nov 2022 4:52pm
Red Lust- with Crimsin
she is desirous of a man
feeding ghoulish delight
with her needy passions
with a crack in the clock
a shadowed cog well torn
darkness trolls midnight
touched by the lips
of death's metamorphosis
her crimson bow frozen with her last scream
he takes his time with her corpse
she echoes the divide between death and life
calling him to her, her reaper
lusting for souls
of the grinder's hearth
as the pendulum notch
climbing the trellis
of the lonely hearted
feeding ghoulish delight
with her needy passions
with a crack in the clock
a shadowed cog well torn
darkness trolls midnight
touched by the lips
of death's metamorphosis
her crimson bow frozen with her last scream
he takes his time with her corpse
she echoes the divide between death and life
calling him to her, her reaper
lusting for souls
of the grinder's hearth
as the pendulum notch
climbing the trellis
of the lonely hearted
#love
#dark
#murder #collaboration
#murder #collaboration
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
29th Oct 2022 11:03pm
29th Oct 2022 11:03pm
Murdered On Halloween
It was the most horrible thing I've ever seen.
I was murdered 100 years ago on Halloween.
A man accused me of vandalizing his house but I didn't do it.
I told him that I was innocent but sadly, I could not prove it.
He grabbed his double barreled shotgun and I was shot.
He threw my corpse down his well and there it would rot.
When I was killed, I became a ghost.
Revenge was what I wanted the most.
And I got exactly what I wanted.
That man committed suicide after being haunted.
I haunted him for months and he couldn't take it anymore.
He...
I was murdered 100 years ago on Halloween.
A man accused me of vandalizing his house but I didn't do it.
I told him that I was innocent but sadly, I could not prove it.
He grabbed his double barreled shotgun and I was shot.
He threw my corpse down his well and there it would rot.
When I was killed, I became a ghost.
Revenge was what I wanted the most.
And I got exactly what I wanted.
That man committed suicide after being haunted.
I haunted him for months and he couldn't take it anymore.
He...
#murder
#Halloween
#fiction
#ghosts
#revenge
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missjem56
Poem Published
29th Oct 2022 5:30pm
29th Oct 2022 5:30pm
The Witch
Dark, and demonic
And malevolent
The witch
Whose name was Flora
Did not cackle
Had no flying broomstick
Or black cat
She had friendly eyes
Long flowing golden locks
And was considered quite beautiful
Her beautiful face
Would be
The last thing
Her victims would see
As they were dropped
Into a very large pot
And slowly cooked
After eating their flesh
Nibbling every tiny bit of flesh off
Would grind down
The remaining bones
And sell this as bone-meal
In her garden supplies shop
And...
And malevolent
The witch
Whose name was Flora
Did not cackle
Had no flying broomstick
Or black cat
She had friendly eyes
Long flowing golden locks
And was considered quite beautiful
Her beautiful face
Would be
The last thing
Her victims would see
As they were dropped
Into a very large pot
And slowly cooked
After eating their flesh
Nibbling every tiny bit of flesh off
Would grind down
The remaining bones
And sell this as bone-meal
In her garden supplies shop
And...
#dark
#murder
#witches
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
18th Oct 2022 5:33pm
18th Oct 2022 5:33pm
A Murderous Memoir
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𝐈𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬
𝐈 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞
𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟
𝐌𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 ...
𝐈𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬
𝐈 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞
𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟
𝐌𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 ...
#love
#murder
#Halloween
#MentalHealth
#obsession
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 2:56pm
26th Sep 2022 2:56pm
Double Halloween Murder part 5 of 5
#dark
#murder
#evil
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