Least Read Poems About Murder
#murder
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 10:01am
7th Jul 2024 10:01am
Spot On
"Out damned spot! Out, I say!" ~ Lady MacBeth
So, what then did the Lady see
was it the same bloody spot as me
the very same crime scene...
refusing to ever become clean
For murder is a personal affair
makes it hard to clear the air
when something is killed
when that ink is finally spilled
A permanent stain upon the page
penned with such a passionate rage
left here for all to see
just an unjust receipt for a fee
For everything has its price
even after a toss of the dice
has...
So, what then did the Lady see
was it the same bloody spot as me
the very same crime scene...
refusing to ever become clean
For murder is a personal affair
makes it hard to clear the air
when something is killed
when that ink is finally spilled
A permanent stain upon the page
penned with such a passionate rage
left here for all to see
just an unjust receipt for a fee
For everything has its price
even after a toss of the dice
has...
#confessional
#murder
#TruthOfLife
#WilliamShakespeare
#WritingPoetry
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
30th Sep 2021 3:26pm
30th Sep 2021 3:26pm
Sharpen
I do need to now
sharpen
more than just my wit
put a keen edge on it
See the shiny glean
wipe all the blood clean
let it reflect
these evil intentions
Not just mere inventions
of a most troubled mind
still seeking to find
vengeance
Preferring this blade
hiding here in the shade
of deception
of congeniality
Let you come close
again get near
shed this saved up tear
to wash away all this sin
sharpen
more than just my wit
put a keen edge on it
See the shiny glean
wipe all the blood clean
let it reflect
these evil intentions
Not just mere inventions
of a most troubled mind
still seeking to find
vengeance
Preferring this blade
hiding here in the shade
of deception
of congeniality
Let you come close
again get near
shed this saved up tear
to wash away all this sin
#dark
#murder
#death
#evil
#confessional
15 reads
6 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
13th Jul 2020 9:50pm
13th Jul 2020 9:50pm
Grey Deys
It is so hard to paint
with just a mallet
instead of brush and palette
such a sticky mucky mess
With no bright watercolors
only a grayed cement
for me to reinvent
something kinda pretty
For all the pious people
under the shiny steeple
who want to see
what they want to see
Still I do need a trowel
instead of something foul
to...
with just a mallet
instead of brush and palette
such a sticky mucky mess
With no bright watercolors
only a grayed cement
for me to reinvent
something kinda pretty
For all the pious people
under the shiny steeple
who want to see
what they want to see
Still I do need a trowel
instead of something foul
to...
#depression
#murder
#MentalHealth
16 reads
3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2020 8:43pm
3rd Aug 2020 8:43pm
Violet Crime Scene
Yellow tape cannot be seen
in the dreaded dead of dark
but Luminol leaves its mark
for pure blood never lies
A sweet salty sheen
over everything once clean
like a fresh coat of paint
but much more faint
For Violet was a cutie
a latent homicidal beauty
a culinary artist with a knife ...
in the dreaded dead of dark
but Luminol leaves its mark
for pure blood never lies
A sweet salty sheen
over everything once clean
like a fresh coat of paint
but much more faint
For Violet was a cutie
a latent homicidal beauty
a culinary artist with a knife ...
#murder
#death
18 reads
8 Comments
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
18 reads
7 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 7:01pm
9th Dec 2024 7:01pm
Black and Red
It asked how I feel inside
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
#dark
#MentalHealth
#murder
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 10:22pm
21st Jun 2024 10:22pm
Sizzle and Slip
It’s funny how the little things breed,
crawling in your skin, up your spine
into the mind, sizzling~
weak, scrawny little boy, fucked, burned
and whispered to by the devil
I died back then, it’s cool
The pain never bothered me, it was the
fear, I hated being afraid so I let that
die as well, everything falls away until
all you are is nothing, empty and alone,
a heart cold and blackened
eats at the soul daily
War left me a killer, a life of abuse mingled
with service, spiced up by prison, but I
have strength and...
crawling in your skin, up your spine
into the mind, sizzling~
weak, scrawny little boy, fucked, burned
and whispered to by the devil
I died back then, it’s cool
The pain never bothered me, it was the
fear, I hated being afraid so I let that
die as well, everything falls away until
all you are is nothing, empty and alone,
a heart cold and blackened
eats at the soul daily
War left me a killer, a life of abuse mingled
with service, spiced up by prison, but I
have strength and...
#MentalHealth
#murder
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3 Comments
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
56 reads
9 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 12:55pm
23rd Dec 2024 12:55pm
It Wasn't A Wonderful Life
Some people were upset and they said it was unfair.
George Bailey killed old man Potter and he went to the electric chair.
George discovered that the eight thousand was stolen by Potter.
George became enraged and he was angry enough to slaughter.
George went to Potter's house with his gun and he shot him through the heart.
As they strapped George to the electric chair, he knew his decision wasn't smart.
George refused to have his head shaven and his hair burst into flames.
Poor George truly became a hot head and he only had himself to blame.
George...
George Bailey killed old man Potter and he went to the electric chair.
George discovered that the eight thousand was stolen by Potter.
George became enraged and he was angry enough to slaughter.
George went to Potter's house with his gun and he shot him through the heart.
As they strapped George to the electric chair, he knew his decision wasn't smart.
George refused to have his head shaven and his hair burst into flames.
Poor George truly became a hot head and he only had himself to blame.
George...
#death
#fiction
#murder
#parody
#Christmas
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