Long Poems About Murder
#murder
EmoPedals
domnro
domnro
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 3:29am
22nd Dec 2024 3:29am
Something to do with murder and love?
#angels
#devil
#love #murder
#love #murder
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 3:06pm
19th Dec 2024 3:06pm
Santa Claus Did It
a Christmas detective story
Lord Sixtus Runcorn had been murdered with an axe, by Santa Claus. Lady Runcorn had seen it through the window of the library while she was walking the primrose path about the house and promptly screamed the estate to a standstill. A doctor was on hand to administer a sedative and she was now sleeping in her chambers, attended by a close friend.
Inspector Frodsham gathered everyone in the drawing room. It was a tradition among the Runcorns of Arrowfield to retire early on Christmas Eve, so the suspects were dressed in pyjamas and robes,...
Lord Sixtus Runcorn had been murdered with an axe, by Santa Claus. Lady Runcorn had seen it through the window of the library while she was walking the primrose path about the house and promptly screamed the estate to a standstill. A doctor was on hand to administer a sedative and she was now sleeping in her chambers, attended by a close friend.
Inspector Frodsham gathered everyone in the drawing room. It was a tradition among the Runcorns of Arrowfield to retire early on Christmas Eve, so the suspects were dressed in pyjamas and robes,...
#Christmas
#murder
#mystery #ShortStory
#mystery #ShortStory
39 reads
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 8:10pm
13th Dec 2024 8:10pm
Three Clowns for Samhain
#corruption
#dark
#Halloween
#horror
#murder
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 2:12pm
20th Nov 2024 2:12pm
The Laws they Break to Claim
In your book written by man,
seems you always had a plan,
"Thou shalt not kill," hands carve into stone,
Yet the streets filled, mother's crying in pain,
the dead children lie alone.
Your man made laws seem revered, while gods rules are yet feared, apparently you said they were divine,
Mocked by the blood of innocence that stains the vine.
Oh, the irony of laws they once did pen
Rules from gods, ignored by men.
In lands where olive groves once grew,
The soil runs red was it worth it to "you"? ...
seems you always had a plan,
"Thou shalt not kill," hands carve into stone,
Yet the streets filled, mother's crying in pain,
the dead children lie alone.
Your man made laws seem revered, while gods rules are yet feared, apparently you said they were divine,
Mocked by the blood of innocence that stains the vine.
Oh, the irony of laws they once did pen
Rules from gods, ignored by men.
In lands where olive groves once grew,
The soil runs red was it worth it to "you"? ...
#hurt
#murder
#religion
120 reads
2 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 1:50pm
10th Oct 2024 1:50pm
Erasure of an Inconvenient Life - True Crime #1
I consider it a great privilege to witness the passing of a soul into eternity, whatever that may be. There is something miraculous about the quickness of the transitions and emotional changes sometimes involved. It was such with Susan, a 44-year-old divorced mother of three in a Chicago suburb.
I remember my own days of youthful exuberance, though they were spent far from the pomp and pageantry of Susan's. Her teenage years were a portrait of American virtue—a tableau of school spirit and ambition. She had been the epitome of the all-American girl, her days a blur of pom-poms,...
I remember my own days of youthful exuberance, though they were spent far from the pomp and pageantry of Susan's. Her teenage years were a portrait of American virtue—a tableau of school spirit and ambition. She had been the epitome of the all-American girl, her days a blur of pom-poms,...
#money
#murder
#separation
144 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 9:28pm
7th Oct 2024 9:28pm
Spooning, Knifing & Forking
My wife only wants me to spoon her when she's hammered
Any other time, she don't want me near
That's ok
I actually despise her and spooning
One night she came home incredibly drunk
She was all over the place
Stumbling, making no sense
Fell backwards into my cabinet
Breaking some heirloom figurines I had from my family
No apology, nothing
My blood was beginning to boil
I yelled at her, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!"
I was tired, so I went to bed
Few moments later she came into bed
She was frisky and...
Any other time, she don't want me near
That's ok
I actually despise her and spooning
One night she came home incredibly drunk
She was all over the place
Stumbling, making no sense
Fell backwards into my cabinet
Breaking some heirloom figurines I had from my family
No apology, nothing
My blood was beginning to boil
I yelled at her, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!"
I was tired, so I went to bed
Few moments later she came into bed
She was frisky and...
#food
#horror
#murder
#ShortStory
#wife
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 9:16pm
7th Oct 2024 9:16pm
Awaiting Death Row
As he awaits death row
There's something I think you ought to know
He has no remorse for the woman he killed
All died by his hands, this was the ultimate thrill
He has a list here of each girl, their age and how they died
Some had memento's he kept near his bedside
They all deserved to die, for the filth they were
Some were on drugs, while others would philander
Here's his list in year order:
Melissa age 18, dead in 1994,
cut her throat as she bled to death on the floor
Mary age 18, dead in 1995, ...
There's something I think you ought to know
He has no remorse for the woman he killed
All died by his hands, this was the ultimate thrill
He has a list here of each girl, their age and how they died
Some had memento's he kept near his bedside
They all deserved to die, for the filth they were
Some were on drugs, while others would philander
Here's his list in year order:
Melissa age 18, dead in 1994,
cut her throat as she bled to death on the floor
Mary age 18, dead in 1995, ...
#confessional
#murder
#prison
#rhyming
#women
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Everavalon
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 12:52pm
5th Oct 2024 12:52pm
The urn
Seven minutes remain of this simulation
where I have laid, restless to study this morning
my hands in the sodden sweetgrass where my skin was moistened
by death. It was the bloom that said don’t go back there, to the darkness within the shroud. The light at dawn wants to listen
to gunshot flair in the morning breeze. This day, you were framed in rage. Teeth gnashed and full throttle.
This day, I was the white heat of guilt, hands cramped
and muddied by the silt of forever. I was blended—
my emotion raw on my voice box, screaming “Why...
where I have laid, restless to study this morning
my hands in the sodden sweetgrass where my skin was moistened
by death. It was the bloom that said don’t go back there, to the darkness within the shroud. The light at dawn wants to listen
to gunshot flair in the morning breeze. This day, you were framed in rage. Teeth gnashed and full throttle.
This day, I was the white heat of guilt, hands cramped
and muddied by the silt of forever. I was blended—
my emotion raw on my voice box, screaming “Why...
#death
#murder
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2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 1:02am
25th Sep 2024 1:02am
Nightmares await under the blackest skies
Summer approaches, clear blue skies
Camp filling up, as the silence dies
Young and innocent, here to have fun
Not even knowing their lives will be done
No way, no way to escape!!
No chance, no chance in hell!!
Waters are calm, don't disturb the peace
Awaking evil that lurks and creeps
It lives in the woods, it hunts, it feeds
It's not amused by young lovers deeds
One by one, they'll meet their creator
Straight from the mind of the mutilator
Cat and mouse game in full progress
Death will be the only outcome ...
Camp filling up, as the silence dies
Young and innocent, here to have fun
Not even knowing their lives will be done
No way, no way to escape!!
No chance, no chance in hell!!
Waters are calm, don't disturb the peace
Awaking evil that lurks and creeps
It lives in the woods, it hunts, it feeds
It's not amused by young lovers deeds
One by one, they'll meet their creator
Straight from the mind of the mutilator
Cat and mouse game in full progress
Death will be the only outcome ...
#fiction
#horror
#murder
#rhyming
#scary
114 reads
8 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 9:36pm
22nd Aug 2024 9:36pm
Murder at the Orient Sexpress Chapter 2
#erotic
#murder
#mystery #scifi
#mystery #scifi
120 reads
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LunaDahlia
Poem Published
21st Aug 2024 12:07pm
21st Aug 2024 12:07pm
Mother Mag
There once lived a woman
In an opulent estate
No amount of wealth
Could spare her this fate
Her name was Mag
She bore a beautiful daughter
Nothing could prepare them
For this unsightly slaughter
They spent their young lives
Creating potions and powders
The alchemical machines could
Not have been any louder
Healers by trade and
Mystics by night
I can still see the way their brooms
Rose with the night
For they were...
In an opulent estate
No amount of wealth
Could spare her this fate
Her name was Mag
She bore a beautiful daughter
Nothing could prepare them
For this unsightly slaughter
They spent their young lives
Creating potions and powders
The alchemical machines could
Not have been any louder
Healers by trade and
Mystics by night
I can still see the way their brooms
Rose with the night
For they were...
#ghosts
#murder
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
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PAR
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 6:35pm
19th Aug 2024 6:35pm
The Shadow Game
In the velvet mansion a crime took place.
Who killed who, no one understood.
The detective, a puppet without ideas,
lost in clues and vain epics.
The butler with satin gloves
hid the poison in the garden.
The lady, with a look of mystery,
kept the secret in her reliquary.
Without clues or direction,
He followed the steps but only saw smoke.
Each suspect has a piece on the board,
But he, a pedestrian, without knowing the script.
In the living room the clock stopped.
Time, an accomplice, hid the crime.
and...
Who killed who, no one understood.
The detective, a puppet without ideas,
lost in clues and vain epics.
The butler with satin gloves
hid the poison in the garden.
The lady, with a look of mystery,
kept the secret in her reliquary.
Without clues or direction,
He followed the steps but only saw smoke.
Each suspect has a piece on the board,
But he, a pedestrian, without knowing the script.
In the living room the clock stopped.
Time, an accomplice, hid the crime.
and...
#anger
#ghosts
#mirror
#murder
#prison
127 reads
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