Poems About Murder Published by Members Recently Online
#murder
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
20th May 2022 3:38am
20th May 2022 3:38am
Pop-Pop
THE GRAND MILLENNIUM CONDOMINIUMS
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Dmeshii slipped into his suit jacket as he escaped down the fire exit stairwell. He opened the door to the first floor and peeped his head around the doorpost; he looked in both directions and then stepped onto the mauve colored carpet. Dmeshii hurried down the quiet corridor. He looked both ways and then opened the door to a janitorial closet. He stepped inside and yanked the chain light switch down.
Dmeshii lifted a stack of folded green trash bags. He grabbed his MP412 REX 357 Magnum...
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Dmeshii slipped into his suit jacket as he escaped down the fire exit stairwell. He opened the door to the first floor and peeped his head around the doorpost; he looked in both directions and then stepped onto the mauve colored carpet. Dmeshii hurried down the quiet corridor. He looked both ways and then opened the door to a janitorial closet. He stepped inside and yanked the chain light switch down.
Dmeshii lifted a stack of folded green trash bags. He grabbed his MP412 REX 357 Magnum...
#corruption
#murder
#politics
649 reads
5 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
20th May 2022 3:38am
20th May 2022 3:38am
Pop-Pop
THE GRAND MILLENNIUM CONDOMINIUMS
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Dmeshii slipped into his suit jacket as he escaped down the fire exit stairwell. He opened the door to the first floor and peeped his head around the doorpost; he looked in both directions and then stepped onto the mauve colored carpet. Dmeshii hurried down the quiet corridor. He looked both ways and then opened the door to a janitorial closet. He stepped inside and yanked the chain light switch down.
Dmeshii lifted a stack of folded green trash bags. He grabbed his MP412 REX 357 Magnum...
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Dmeshii slipped into his suit jacket as he escaped down the fire exit stairwell. He opened the door to the first floor and peeped his head around the doorpost; he looked in both directions and then stepped onto the mauve colored carpet. Dmeshii hurried down the quiet corridor. He looked both ways and then opened the door to a janitorial closet. He stepped inside and yanked the chain light switch down.
Dmeshii lifted a stack of folded green trash bags. He grabbed his MP412 REX 357 Magnum...
#corruption
#murder
#politics
649 reads
5 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
20th May 2022 3:38am
20th May 2022 3:38am
Pop-Pop
THE GRAND MILLENNIUM CONDOMINIUMS
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Dmeshii slipped into his suit jacket as he escaped down the fire exit stairwell. He opened the door to the first floor and peeped his head around the doorpost; he looked in both directions and then stepped onto the mauve colored carpet. Dmeshii hurried down the quiet corridor. He looked both ways and then opened the door to a janitorial closet. He stepped inside and yanked the chain light switch down.
Dmeshii lifted a stack of folded green trash bags. He grabbed his MP412 REX 357 Magnum...
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Dmeshii slipped into his suit jacket as he escaped down the fire exit stairwell. He opened the door to the first floor and peeped his head around the doorpost; he looked in both directions and then stepped onto the mauve colored carpet. Dmeshii hurried down the quiet corridor. He looked both ways and then opened the door to a janitorial closet. He stepped inside and yanked the chain light switch down.
Dmeshii lifted a stack of folded green trash bags. He grabbed his MP412 REX 357 Magnum...
#corruption
#murder
#politics
649 reads
5 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
9th Jan 2023 12:24pm
9th Jan 2023 12:24pm
Jack the Ripper Returns
you run from me
like I'm gonna stab you to death
oh baby please don't flatter yourself
it has to be the right place, right time,
and right set of circumstances
like I'm gonna stab you to death
oh baby please don't flatter yourself
it has to be the right place, right time,
and right set of circumstances
#murder
#fiction
#dark
343 reads
2 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
9th Jan 2023 12:24pm
9th Jan 2023 12:24pm
Jack the Ripper Returns
you run from me
like I'm gonna stab you to death
oh baby please don't flatter yourself
it has to be the right place, right time,
and right set of circumstances
like I'm gonna stab you to death
oh baby please don't flatter yourself
it has to be the right place, right time,
and right set of circumstances
#murder
#fiction
#dark
343 reads
2 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
9th Jan 2023 12:24pm
9th Jan 2023 12:24pm
Jack the Ripper Returns
you run from me
like I'm gonna stab you to death
oh baby please don't flatter yourself
it has to be the right place, right time,
and right set of circumstances
like I'm gonna stab you to death
oh baby please don't flatter yourself
it has to be the right place, right time,
and right set of circumstances
#murder
#fiction
#dark
343 reads
2 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
13th Mar 2023 10:05pm
13th Mar 2023 10:05pm
THE TRAIL OF THE WITCH
I stood at the edge of the forest in the rain, as ashen grey clouds thickened above. It was one of those days when the sun refuses to make an appearance. I stood there contemplating whether to climb over the barbwire. It was a small forest by European standards. English forests are small and shabby. You can walk from one side to the other of most of them in an afternoon. They’re far too small to get lost in, unless you venture in after dark.
The sun that hadn’t shone was going down behind the leafless oaks. It was cold after the March rain. The birds had begun to sing...
The sun that hadn’t shone was going down behind the leafless oaks. It was cold after the March rain. The birds had begun to sing...
#murder
#ShortStory
#witches #horror
#witches #horror
510 reads
4 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
13th Mar 2023 10:05pm
13th Mar 2023 10:05pm
THE TRAIL OF THE WITCH
I stood at the edge of the forest in the rain, as ashen grey clouds thickened above. It was one of those days when the sun refuses to make an appearance. I stood there contemplating whether to climb over the barbwire. It was a small forest by European standards. English forests are small and shabby. You can walk from one side to the other of most of them in an afternoon. They’re far too small to get lost in, unless you venture in after dark.
The sun that hadn’t shone was going down behind the leafless oaks. It was cold after the March rain. The birds had begun to sing...
The sun that hadn’t shone was going down behind the leafless oaks. It was cold after the March rain. The birds had begun to sing...
#murder
#ShortStory
#witches #horror
#witches #horror
510 reads
4 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
13th Mar 2023 10:05pm
13th Mar 2023 10:05pm
THE TRAIL OF THE WITCH
I stood at the edge of the forest in the rain, as ashen grey clouds thickened above. It was one of those days when the sun refuses to make an appearance. I stood there contemplating whether to climb over the barbwire. It was a small forest by European standards. English forests are small and shabby. You can walk from one side to the other of most of them in an afternoon. They’re far too small to get lost in, unless you venture in after dark.
The sun that hadn’t shone was going down behind the leafless oaks. It was cold after the March rain. The birds had begun to sing...
The sun that hadn’t shone was going down behind the leafless oaks. It was cold after the March rain. The birds had begun to sing...
#murder
#ShortStory
#witches #horror
#witches #horror
510 reads
4 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
13th Mar 2023 10:05pm
13th Mar 2023 10:05pm
THE TRAIL OF THE WITCH
I stood at the edge of the forest in the rain, as ashen grey clouds thickened above. It was one of those days when the sun refuses to make an appearance. I stood there contemplating whether to climb over the barbwire. It was a small forest by European standards. English forests are small and shabby. You can walk from one side to the other of most of them in an afternoon. They’re far too small to get lost in, unless you venture in after dark.
The sun that hadn’t shone was going down behind the leafless oaks. It was cold after the March rain. The birds had begun to sing...
The sun that hadn’t shone was going down behind the leafless oaks. It was cold after the March rain. The birds had begun to sing...
#murder
#ShortStory
#witches #horror
#witches #horror
510 reads
4 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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0 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
97 reads
0 Comments
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