Poems About Murder Published by Members Recently Online
#murder
eswaller
Poem Published
1st Dec 2018 6:50pm
1st Dec 2018 6:50pm
I Had to Kill Her
I will admit to killing her, but wouldn’t you be doing the same?
I just could not let her keep poisoning and ruining my dear life.
She was spreading doubt and stabbed me with her sharp knife.
You see that I am not who I used to be, but instead I am a flame,
Bolder and wiser. She was addicted to the pain. I was addicted
To letting the truth come out, spilling over into the bloody streets.
So I had to murder her in cold blood, wrapping her body in sheets
And then tossed into the trash like everything else. No one predicted
It to be...
I just could not let her keep poisoning and ruining my dear life.
She was spreading doubt and stabbed me with her sharp knife.
You see that I am not who I used to be, but instead I am a flame,
Bolder and wiser. She was addicted to the pain. I was addicted
To letting the truth come out, spilling over into the bloody streets.
So I had to murder her in cold blood, wrapping her body in sheets
And then tossed into the trash like everything else. No one predicted
It to be...
#murder
#confessional
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2 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
1st Dec 2018 6:50pm
1st Dec 2018 6:50pm
I Had to Kill Her
I will admit to killing her, but wouldn’t you be doing the same?
I just could not let her keep poisoning and ruining my dear life.
She was spreading doubt and stabbed me with her sharp knife.
You see that I am not who I used to be, but instead I am a flame,
Bolder and wiser. She was addicted to the pain. I was addicted
To letting the truth come out, spilling over into the bloody streets.
So I had to murder her in cold blood, wrapping her body in sheets
And then tossed into the trash like everything else. No one predicted
It to be...
I just could not let her keep poisoning and ruining my dear life.
She was spreading doubt and stabbed me with her sharp knife.
You see that I am not who I used to be, but instead I am a flame,
Bolder and wiser. She was addicted to the pain. I was addicted
To letting the truth come out, spilling over into the bloody streets.
So I had to murder her in cold blood, wrapping her body in sheets
And then tossed into the trash like everything else. No one predicted
It to be...
#murder
#confessional
497 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 5:12pm
15th Sep 2019 5:12pm
Private Dick
I looked at my watch, it was nearly eight o’clock. It had been a slow night so I decided to close up shop when she walked in through the door like a cool night breeze.
She was a buxom brunette with a silhouette like magic and dreams. She wore a red and black dress that hugged her curves. This dame looked more dangerous than all the perps I had ever tailed.
She had an hour glass figure with hips like a stand-up jazz bass, ready to be pressed against you, to be plucked and played. She had red luscious lips so full and pouty she looked like she was constantly...
She was a buxom brunette with a silhouette like magic and dreams. She wore a red and black dress that hugged her curves. This dame looked more dangerous than all the perps I had ever tailed.
She had an hour glass figure with hips like a stand-up jazz bass, ready to be pressed against you, to be plucked and played. She had red luscious lips so full and pouty she looked like she was constantly...
#murder
#mystery
713 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 5:12pm
15th Sep 2019 5:12pm
Private Dick
I looked at my watch, it was nearly eight o’clock. It had been a slow night so I decided to close up shop when she walked in through the door like a cool night breeze.
She was a buxom brunette with a silhouette like magic and dreams. She wore a red and black dress that hugged her curves. This dame looked more dangerous than all the perps I had ever tailed.
She had an hour glass figure with hips like a stand-up jazz bass, ready to be pressed against you, to be plucked and played. She had red luscious lips so full and pouty she looked like she was constantly...
She was a buxom brunette with a silhouette like magic and dreams. She wore a red and black dress that hugged her curves. This dame looked more dangerous than all the perps I had ever tailed.
She had an hour glass figure with hips like a stand-up jazz bass, ready to be pressed against you, to be plucked and played. She had red luscious lips so full and pouty she looked like she was constantly...
#murder
#mystery
713 reads
4 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
311 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
311 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
311 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
Simoleons and Shekels
Oh where oh where is the pro-life lament
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
#corruption
#murder
#war
#racism
#HumanRights
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2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
Simoleons and Shekels
Oh where oh where is the pro-life lament
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
#corruption
#murder
#war
#racism
#HumanRights
162 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
Simoleons and Shekels
Oh where oh where is the pro-life lament
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
#corruption
#murder
#war
#racism
#HumanRights
162 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
Simoleons and Shekels
Oh where oh where is the pro-life lament
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
#corruption
#murder
#war
#racism
#HumanRights
162 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
Simoleons and Shekels
Oh where oh where is the pro-life lament
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
#corruption
#murder
#war
#racism
#HumanRights
162 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Murder Published by Members Recently Online
