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.
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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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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3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 11:10am
2nd Dec 2024 11:10am
We're all just a f**king number anyway
Right, Left, Black, White, He Or She
Rich, Poor, Young, Old, You Or Me
I Don't Care
Killer, Heathen, Dumb, Smart or Impaired
Brown, Yellow, Beggar, Gay, Whore, I'll never care
Difference In Look Or Opinion, Makes No Fucking Difference To Me
We're All Equals
The powers to be divide us up.
They create the boundaries, the wars, the prejudices we have for each other.
They want us to hate, to kill, to destroy, for their gain.
Rich, Poor, Young, Old, You Or Me
I Don't Care
Killer, Heathen, Dumb, Smart or Impaired
Brown, Yellow, Beggar, Gay, Whore, I'll never care
Difference In Look Or Opinion, Makes No Fucking Difference To Me
We're All Equals
The powers to be divide us up.
They create the boundaries, the wars, the prejudices we have for each other.
They want us to hate, to kill, to destroy, for their gain.
#hate
#manipulation
#murder
#politics
#power
76 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 8:02pm
22nd Nov 2024 8:02pm
Innocent until proven stupid
The father appears at a funeral
His wife, daughter & son are all dead
They were shot, execution style
He was home that night
He claimed he was passed out, piss drunk on the bed
They never found the assailants
They never found the gun
2 weeks later he moved in with his girlfriend
He confessed to murdering all of his family
She believed him
They were married one month later
His wife, daughter & son are all dead
They were shot, execution style
He was home that night
He claimed he was passed out, piss drunk on the bed
They never found the assailants
They never found the gun
2 weeks later he moved in with his girlfriend
He confessed to murdering all of his family
She believed him
They were married one month later
#apathy
#emptiness
#family
#ignorance
#murder
75 reads
10 Comments
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
130 reads
2 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 3:41am
13th Nov 2024 3:41am
Cleveland Texas
Cleveland Texas
Don’t forget about the dog people
Half human half bitch
Barks when I get a delivery
Back yard grass is tall
Shadow behind the trees
Emerges as I squint my eyes
Human on dogs legs
Wearing camouflage and
Strapping Ar15
Area 51 Roswell
Genetic mutant before me
Not in his birthday suit
Dog hairs on fabric
Clip is in let the anger begin
Scenic split seconds
Thunder in the living room
So you told me to stop
Firing grim reapers ...
Don’t forget about the dog people
Half human half bitch
Barks when I get a delivery
Back yard grass is tall
Shadow behind the trees
Emerges as I squint my eyes
Human on dogs legs
Wearing camouflage and
Strapping Ar15
Area 51 Roswell
Genetic mutant before me
Not in his birthday suit
Dog hairs on fabric
Clip is in let the anger begin
Scenic split seconds
Thunder in the living room
So you told me to stop
Firing grim reapers ...
#anger
#GunControl
#murder #sadness
#murder #sadness
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oldmanG
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 6:56am
12th Nov 2024 6:56am
Off of the Tint
See the reflection
Off of the tint
Bloody violence is the scene
Feeling Dakota in the big apple
One who walks among angels of music
Just laid down a new track
Watching the wheels spinning
As he gets into the limousine
Sittin beside him is his lady
No she didn’t break up the Beatles
She’s his companion
Through this twisted world
Skin on skin with baby Sean
Beautiful boy waiting upstairs
Pulls the handle steps out
He’s a gentleman so ...
Off of the tint
Bloody violence is the scene
Feeling Dakota in the big apple
One who walks among angels of music
Just laid down a new track
Watching the wheels spinning
As he gets into the limousine
Sittin beside him is his lady
No she didn’t break up the Beatles
She’s his companion
Through this twisted world
Skin on skin with baby Sean
Beautiful boy waiting upstairs
Pulls the handle steps out
He’s a gentleman so ...
#anger
#despair
#emptiness
#GunControl
#murder
70 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 9:59pm
7th Nov 2024 9:59pm
Teenage Vampire
how can you know the distance run
between the longing and the sun…
when I was just a little boy
they caught me with a rat,
about to sink my fangs in it.
the sun slanting between
the houses on that row
to where I crouched beside the hose and bikes
and contemplated blood.
they called me mad
and locked me up
and gave out pills
like sweets on Christmas morn.
they tried to unlock a room in my skull
that would contain the answers to my self.
abandoned at just four years old, ...
between the longing and the sun…
when I was just a little boy
they caught me with a rat,
about to sink my fangs in it.
the sun slanting between
the houses on that row
to where I crouched beside the hose and bikes
and contemplated blood.
they called me mad
and locked me up
and gave out pills
like sweets on Christmas morn.
they tried to unlock a room in my skull
that would contain the answers to my self.
abandoned at just four years old, ...
#murder
#suffering
#teens #vampires
#teens #vampires
80 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 2:18pm
6th Nov 2024 2:18pm
Uncrossing
Silent screams on the asphalt,
life that stops in the blink of an eye.
A feathered dream falls,
a hairy hope falls,
lost in the blur of the floor.
The road, cold and indifferent judge,
echoes in so much absence
with legs and wings,
that once vibrated
in the sweet embrace of nature.
The pain remains
in tire tracks,
a testimony to the fleeting life
and the cruel intersections
of human haste
and wild innocence.
life that stops in the blink of an eye.
A feathered dream falls,
a hairy hope falls,
lost in the blur of the floor.
The road, cold and indifferent judge,
echoes in so much absence
with legs and wings,
that once vibrated
in the sweet embrace of nature.
The pain remains
in tire tracks,
a testimony to the fleeting life
and the cruel intersections
of human haste
and wild innocence.
#city
#disappointment
#murder
#nature
#regret
85 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 3:56pm
24th Oct 2024 3:56pm
Serial quitter
Now that she was calmer,
she looked at the sun
and decided to walk away from there.
She felt unobserved,
as if her existence had no
any greater interest to any other being.
She found that silence strange,
nothing in the air or coming from the nearby forest,
she didn't associate all this with the absence
of songs and chirps in the hot afternoon.
She remained distracted...
Without even noticing that the path
was paved with thousands
and thousands of heads ripped off from birds.
she looked at the sun
and decided to walk away from there.
She felt unobserved,
as if her existence had no
any greater interest to any other being.
She found that silence strange,
nothing in the air or coming from the nearby forest,
she didn't associate all this with the absence
of songs and chirps in the hot afternoon.
She remained distracted...
Without even noticing that the path
was paved with thousands
and thousands of heads ripped off from birds.
#anxiety
#murder
#ShortStory
#silence
#violence
87 reads
6 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 3:10pm
23rd Oct 2024 3:10pm
The Girls in the Van
I see the van sometimes, idling by
the nightclubs and the bars,
the drive-thru restaurants.
They wear the uniforms of girls
of their respective periods: leg warmers,
tees, scrunchies, hairspray (gallons
and gallons of that), and each
is wrought with some old wound:
a slash across the throat
is most common, on occasion
a stab to the chest. Nothing can staunch
the laughing, though; the endless
flow of youthful joy.
The youngest is sixteen, the oldest twenty-three.
And now across the parking court tarmac, ...
the nightclubs and the bars,
the drive-thru restaurants.
They wear the uniforms of girls
of their respective periods: leg warmers,
tees, scrunchies, hairspray (gallons
and gallons of that), and each
is wrought with some old wound:
a slash across the throat
is most common, on occasion
a stab to the chest. Nothing can staunch
the laughing, though; the endless
flow of youthful joy.
The youngest is sixteen, the oldest twenty-three.
And now across the parking court tarmac, ...
#ghosts
#murder
#violence #women
#violence #women
121 reads
3 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 1:51pm
23rd Oct 2024 1:51pm
Blue Memphis
Blue Memphis
Young man Ty was going home
After taking in the sunset
Skateboarder and a father
Didn’t know what was up around the bend
Just a few blocks from home
Where Momma was waiting
Would even stop home for
Lunch with his favorite lady
Feelin real blue in the heart of Memphis
Feelin real blue in the heart of Memphis
Now a 4 year old is asking
Where’s Daddy I want him to come home
But it’s a long way to redemption for
The bastards that did this
Weren’t they...
Young man Ty was going home
After taking in the sunset
Skateboarder and a father
Didn’t know what was up around the bend
Just a few blocks from home
Where Momma was waiting
Would even stop home for
Lunch with his favorite lady
Feelin real blue in the heart of Memphis
Feelin real blue in the heart of Memphis
Now a 4 year old is asking
Where’s Daddy I want him to come home
But it’s a long way to redemption for
The bastards that did this
Weren’t they...
#corruption
#frustration
#murder
#oppression
#power
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