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.
WHAT THE TRUTH IS
I appreciate your thoughts and insight into this message of hope, yet let us not go out and be destructive individuals do to this happening today live 🤨 I'm talking about the attempt to assassination of trump, live at at his pep rally in Butler PA 😞 YET those who know who are the ones responsible, for this heinous crime, for my question to all of us is this what our world is and has become right before our eyes 👁️👁️ For those who know who is the only ones that are involved, in this mess of really trying to not let the truth be told to those who...
#corruption
#deception
#HumanRights
#ignorance
#murder
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What type of penetration do you prefer?

#horror
#murder
#rhyming
#sex
#violence
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You say WELCOME, I say enter
Everyone out there is so friendly
Large, long wooden signs near the front door that say WELCOME
Ok!
Don't have to tell me twice
During my breaks and lunch, I go for walks in and around my neighborhood
Many people aren't home
Here in NY most people lock their doors, have doorbell camera systems and some even have surveillance all around their property
What a pity
Instead of getting myself in trouble by breaking & entering
I find that the people with those WELCOME signs and have their front door open are the ones that are my kind of...
Large, long wooden signs near the front door that say WELCOME
Ok!
Don't have to tell me twice
During my breaks and lunch, I go for walks in and around my neighborhood
Many people aren't home
Here in NY most people lock their doors, have doorbell camera systems and some even have surveillance all around their property
What a pity
Instead of getting myself in trouble by breaking & entering
I find that the people with those WELCOME signs and have their front door open are the ones that are my kind of...
#food
#MentalHealth
#murder
#violence
#women
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Prelude to Homicide
I’m destined for something awful.
The smartphone speaks, the TV sings,
the toaster itself is a knave at the ball
commanding me to strike where it stings.
I’m sixteen now and it won’t get better
than this, the humiliations of life
stretched out to last like old leather,
how dad, appalled, each day looks you over.
He knows you’ll never find a wife,
and mum knows too, they laugh to themselves
at night not realising what voices come
through their machines, that write your dreams.
The devils that dance...
The smartphone speaks, the TV sings,
the toaster itself is a knave at the ball
commanding me to strike where it stings.
I’m sixteen now and it won’t get better
than this, the humiliations of life
stretched out to last like old leather,
how dad, appalled, each day looks you over.
He knows you’ll never find a wife,
and mum knows too, they laugh to themselves
at night not realising what voices come
through their machines, that write your dreams.
The devils that dance...
#horror
#MentalHealth
#murder #teens
#murder #teens
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Bits & Pieces
John Doe was the name given to the bits & pieces of a man who was murdered and scattered throughout Detroit in the summer of 1985. The first part of him to turn up was his bloody naked torso. It rolled down a conveyor belt at a paper recycling plant, much to the horror of Ader Titsoff. A few days later, a volunteer at a Detroit Church noticed flies buzzing around a trash bag. Inside was John's head. The rest of him was eventually discovered at a children's playground. One girl named Anita Bath discovered the grizzly remains one late summer morning. All that was left was a thigh bone, a...
#children
#fiction
#horror
#murder
#satirical
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The Sickening Couple
Luke Atmyass was found beating a sick small animal to death when he was 6 years old
That year Stella Virgin was born to a pair of drunks
By the time he was 12, Luke had caught the cold that would never leave him
As a child Stella already had thick ankles, a hunched back and thin hair
After leaving school, Luke went to work in a libraries office and stole reference books whenever he had the chance
Stella was employed behind the jewelry counter in a five & dime
She would amuse herself by loosening settings with a nail file so the stones would fall out,...
That year Stella Virgin was born to a pair of drunks
By the time he was 12, Luke had caught the cold that would never leave him
As a child Stella already had thick ankles, a hunched back and thin hair
After leaving school, Luke went to work in a libraries office and stole reference books whenever he had the chance
Stella was employed behind the jewelry counter in a five & dime
She would amuse herself by loosening settings with a nail file so the stones would fall out,...
#evil
#love
#murder
#relationships
#ShortStory
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Last House On the Right
There's a family at the end of the block
Inside the house the father is raping his son
The kid is screaming because it hurts
The house is burning with hot love
Daddy is now murdering this kid
It's Ok because it's not me
Inside the house the father is raping his son
The kid is screaming because it hurts
The house is burning with hot love
Daddy is now murdering this kid
It's Ok because it's not me
#abuse
#brother
#family
#horror
#murder
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AGAINST THE WORLD
It's me again the story teller of words ✍️ that will have you thinking about the very words, I write ✍️ and speak with truth and genuine understanding of what is truly, happening in the very world 🌎 of today's society. For the world as it is now isn't the world, that you and I remember as the world of yesterday, as it's has been changed. YET in so many ways 😞 it has change right before our very eyes, 👁️ making us feel like a lost soul just wondering, how did we get here in this day and time ⌚ For we have become an extension of...
#corruption
#deception
#homelessness
#LifeStruggles
#murder
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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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The Eyes of Death
Sometimes these thoughts run through my head
Of losing myself and leaving everyone dead
Tearing of flesh and shattering of bones
In a symphony of screams and guttural groans
Blood soaked walls are a deep crimson delight
Watching life leaving eyes is a beautiful sight
They beg for mercy but I have none to give
Offering up deals if I just let them live
I allow them to speak so I can feel their fear
Before I impale them on the end of a spear
The higher the body count, the better I feel ...
Of losing myself and leaving everyone dead
Tearing of flesh and shattering of bones
In a symphony of screams and guttural groans
Blood soaked walls are a deep crimson delight
Watching life leaving eyes is a beautiful sight
They beg for mercy but I have none to give
Offering up deals if I just let them live
I allow them to speak so I can feel their fear
Before I impale them on the end of a spear
The higher the body count, the better I feel ...
#dark
#death
#fear
#hate
#murder
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I'd do it all over again
As I await death row
There's something I think you ought to know
I have no remorse for the woman I killed
All died by my hands, this was the ultimate thrill
I have a list here of each girl, their age and how they died
Some had memento's I kept near my bedside
They all deserved to die, for the filth they were
Some were on drugs, while some were drunk on liquor
Here's my 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, disemboweled her in my kitchen, she pleaded,...
There's something I think you ought to know
I have no remorse for the woman I killed
All died by my hands, this was the ultimate thrill
I have a list here of each girl, their age and how they died
Some had memento's I kept near my bedside
They all deserved to die, for the filth they were
Some were on drugs, while some were drunk on liquor
Here's my 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, disemboweled her in my kitchen, she pleaded,...
#confessional
#murder
#prison
#rhyming
#LifeChangingMoment
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Insatiable

#death
#murder
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DU Poetry : Murder Poems