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.
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
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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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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 10:46am
22nd Oct 2024 10:46am
The Horror On Ocean Ave
Amityville, Long Island, New York, 1974
Family thrills, Sinister home,
Evil lurks below
Restless demon, Restless night,
As it is written, Dishonor thy father
Chaos increased, Red dragon speaks
The possession is driven to murder
Angry father, Worried mother,
Son and daughter
The repressed, The confused
The obsessed, The abused
The incest, The possessed
Amityville, Long Island
New York, Family deceased
Mortal Sins, Portal to hell,
Consumed by the beast
Demon seed, Thoughts...
Family thrills, Sinister home,
Evil lurks below
Restless demon, Restless night,
As it is written, Dishonor thy father
Chaos increased, Red dragon speaks
The possession is driven to murder
Angry father, Worried mother,
Son and daughter
The repressed, The confused
The obsessed, The abused
The incest, The possessed
Amityville, Long Island
New York, Family deceased
Mortal Sins, Portal to hell,
Consumed by the beast
Demon seed, Thoughts...
#dark
#evil
#horror
#murder
#PopCulture
97 reads
10 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 00:35am
21st Oct 2024 00:35am
Humanity?
A
highly
advanced
Brutally
backward
peoples
Murderous
psycho's
by Jemia
highly
advanced
Brutally
backward
peoples
Murderous
psycho's
by Jemia
#humankind
#murder
#oppression #war
#oppression #war
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
19th Oct 2024 7:12pm
19th Oct 2024 7:12pm
In the mind of the deranged
I see the mountains tall
Around my tiny cabin
I grab the silver blade
Ready to draw the blood
I start to use the dead
And conduct my experiments
My heart is void and empty
For these people are wretched scum
I explore their bodies
I cast my dark spells
I conjure up their flesh
And I’ll send them all the way, to, hell
I cast necrotic spells
I pay the devils toll
For he is my master
And will grant me my, evil, dead,
A new day is dawning
The gorgeous sun rises
I see a lonesome traveler ...
Around my tiny cabin
I grab the silver blade
Ready to draw the blood
I start to use the dead
And conduct my experiments
My heart is void and empty
For these people are wretched scum
I explore their bodies
I cast my dark spells
I conjure up their flesh
And I’ll send them all the way, to, hell
I cast necrotic spells
I pay the devils toll
For he is my master
And will grant me my, evil, dead,
A new day is dawning
The gorgeous sun rises
I see a lonesome traveler ...
#evil
#MentalHealth
#murder
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DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
19th Oct 2024 3:11pm
19th Oct 2024 3:11pm
The Shame Of Their Perversions
She is at again,
lulling a new clientele
with the promise
of eventual release
From city to city,
displayed completely
drawing their eyes
to the assets
There are always those
that pay a little extra
to spend private time
in that cramped little booth
wanting her close enough
to smell her
She performs for all types
married men
lonely singles
even couples
Nobody is ever told,
where they are going
and that works to her advantage,
the shame of their perversions ...
lulling a new clientele
with the promise
of eventual release
From city to city,
displayed completely
drawing their eyes
to the assets
There are always those
that pay a little extra
to spend private time
in that cramped little booth
wanting her close enough
to smell her
She performs for all types
married men
lonely singles
even couples
Nobody is ever told,
where they are going
and that works to her advantage,
the shame of their perversions ...
#evil
#horror
#lust #murder
#lust #murder
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 10:39am
18th Oct 2024 10:39am
The Deliberate Stranger
Evil to the bone
Mentally insane
He loves to hear you moan
He loves to give you pain
Out on the streets
Looking for a victim
With a common question
He will ask them to help him
An eye catching women
Reacts on his call
Before she even knew it
He had crushed her fucking skull
Knocked out unconscious
And dragged into his car
To finish of this bitch
Must happen somewhere far
Now she's awake
In this morbid drive
Finally arrived
On the shore of life
Evil to the bone
He loves to...
Mentally insane
He loves to hear you moan
He loves to give you pain
Out on the streets
Looking for a victim
With a common question
He will ask them to help him
An eye catching women
Reacts on his call
Before she even knew it
He had crushed her fucking skull
Knocked out unconscious
And dragged into his car
To finish of this bitch
Must happen somewhere far
Now she's awake
In this morbid drive
Finally arrived
On the shore of life
Evil to the bone
He loves to...
#dark
#evil
#MentalHealth
#murder
#PopCulture
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 10:32am
18th Oct 2024 10:32am
A Cannibal From Milwaukee
Hunting down teenage boys
For a violent ride
Doped with drugs and alcohol
And carefully prepared to die
The killing is on
And his mind now enriched
By the victim's blood
The smell of death
Escapes the room
From those who rot
His apartment becomes a slaughterhouse
Staked with several bodies
Grilling and cooking abdominal's
And other bad smelling goodies
Injection into the victims head
With some fucked up liquid stuff
Obsessed to create the living dead
To care and for making love
...
For a violent ride
Doped with drugs and alcohol
And carefully prepared to die
The killing is on
And his mind now enriched
By the victim's blood
The smell of death
Escapes the room
From those who rot
His apartment becomes a slaughterhouse
Staked with several bodies
Grilling and cooking abdominal's
And other bad smelling goodies
Injection into the victims head
With some fucked up liquid stuff
Obsessed to create the living dead
To care and for making love
...
#dark
#evil
#MentalHealth
#murder
#PopCulture
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 3:59pm
17th Oct 2024 3:59pm
Deathbed - A Limerick
Her core rose up high then it swayed,
To the coaxing of his tongue, she prayed.
Her salty well was broken,
No more words were spoken;
She sighed when he came with his blade.
In a dark deed of love gone amuck
His blade was a bit of bad luck.
Her mother would cry
For the daughter who died
On the night of her very last fuck.
To the coaxing of his tongue, she prayed.
Her salty well was broken,
No more words were spoken;
She sighed when he came with his blade.
In a dark deed of love gone amuck
His blade was a bit of bad luck.
Her mother would cry
For the daughter who died
On the night of her very last fuck.
#murder
#sex
212 reads
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 2:18pm
14th Oct 2024 2:18pm
John's Middle Daughter - True Crime #2 Eliminating Inheritance
When their spirit departs, they return to the ground;
on that very day their plans come to nothing. from Psalm 146
Since his middle daughter was mostly lanky legs and arms, I knew my position was important. I needed to be on her level to achieve the best view of her smallish center mass at the distance of two football fields.
She was beautiful, a cheerleader, and popular in her school. Her father said she had a steady boyfriend, and he knew they’d had sex. I took some comfort in knowing she’d known love in her life.
As she stood...
on that very day their plans come to nothing. from Psalm 146
Since his middle daughter was mostly lanky legs and arms, I knew my position was important. I needed to be on her level to achieve the best view of her smallish center mass at the distance of two football fields.
She was beautiful, a cheerleader, and popular in her school. Her father said she had a steady boyfriend, and he knew they’d had sex. I took some comfort in knowing she’d known love in her life.
As she stood...
#beauty
#death
#murder
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 11:01am
11th Oct 2024 11:01am
He is Here!!
The blade in the flesh, a shiver, a whisper and then nothing
And the blood runs in rivers, you know he's here
You feel it you feel it not far away
You know it'll hit but you can't stop it
Try to run away but it will take you
And you will understand that the escape will have been useless... here it comes!!
You can only succumb to the blade that inexorably tears your meat
And then nothing
And the blood flows in rivers
He is here!!
And the blood runs in rivers, you know he's here
You feel it you feel it not far away
You know it'll hit but you can't stop it
Try to run away but it will take you
And you will understand that the escape will have been useless... here it comes!!
You can only succumb to the blade that inexorably tears your meat
And then nothing
And the blood flows in rivers
He is here!!
#dark
#horror
#murder
#mystery
#PopCulture
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10 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
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