Poems About Murder Published by Members Recently Online
#murder
adagio
Poem Published
13th Nov 2022 4:52pm
13th Nov 2022 4:52pm
Red Lust- with Crimsin
she is desirous of a man
feeding ghoulish delight
with her needy passions
with a crack in the clock
a shadowed cog well torn
darkness trolls midnight
touched by the lips
of death's metamorphosis
her crimson bow frozen with her last scream
he takes his time with her corpse
she echoes the divide between death and life
calling him to her, her reaper
lusting for souls
of the grinder's hearth
as the pendulum notch
climbing the trellis
of the lonely hearted
feeding ghoulish delight
with her needy passions
with a crack in the clock
a shadowed cog well torn
darkness trolls midnight
touched by the lips
of death's metamorphosis
her crimson bow frozen with her last scream
he takes his time with her corpse
she echoes the divide between death and life
calling him to her, her reaper
lusting for souls
of the grinder's hearth
as the pendulum notch
climbing the trellis
of the lonely hearted
#love
#dark
#murder #collaboration
#murder #collaboration
379 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
13th Nov 2022 4:52pm
13th Nov 2022 4:52pm
Red Lust- with Crimsin
she is desirous of a man
feeding ghoulish delight
with her needy passions
with a crack in the clock
a shadowed cog well torn
darkness trolls midnight
touched by the lips
of death's metamorphosis
her crimson bow frozen with her last scream
he takes his time with her corpse
she echoes the divide between death and life
calling him to her, her reaper
lusting for souls
of the grinder's hearth
as the pendulum notch
climbing the trellis
of the lonely hearted
feeding ghoulish delight
with her needy passions
with a crack in the clock
a shadowed cog well torn
darkness trolls midnight
touched by the lips
of death's metamorphosis
her crimson bow frozen with her last scream
he takes his time with her corpse
she echoes the divide between death and life
calling him to her, her reaper
lusting for souls
of the grinder's hearth
as the pendulum notch
climbing the trellis
of the lonely hearted
#love
#dark
#murder #collaboration
#murder #collaboration
379 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
13th Nov 2022 4:52pm
13th Nov 2022 4:52pm
Red Lust- with Crimsin
she is desirous of a man
feeding ghoulish delight
with her needy passions
with a crack in the clock
a shadowed cog well torn
darkness trolls midnight
touched by the lips
of death's metamorphosis
her crimson bow frozen with her last scream
he takes his time with her corpse
she echoes the divide between death and life
calling him to her, her reaper
lusting for souls
of the grinder's hearth
as the pendulum notch
climbing the trellis
of the lonely hearted
feeding ghoulish delight
with her needy passions
with a crack in the clock
a shadowed cog well torn
darkness trolls midnight
touched by the lips
of death's metamorphosis
her crimson bow frozen with her last scream
he takes his time with her corpse
she echoes the divide between death and life
calling him to her, her reaper
lusting for souls
of the grinder's hearth
as the pendulum notch
climbing the trellis
of the lonely hearted
#love
#dark
#murder #collaboration
#murder #collaboration
379 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
13th Nov 2022 4:52pm
13th Nov 2022 4:52pm
Red Lust- with Crimsin
she is desirous of a man
feeding ghoulish delight
with her needy passions
with a crack in the clock
a shadowed cog well torn
darkness trolls midnight
touched by the lips
of death's metamorphosis
her crimson bow frozen with her last scream
he takes his time with her corpse
she echoes the divide between death and life
calling him to her, her reaper
lusting for souls
of the grinder's hearth
as the pendulum notch
climbing the trellis
of the lonely hearted
feeding ghoulish delight
with her needy passions
with a crack in the clock
a shadowed cog well torn
darkness trolls midnight
touched by the lips
of death's metamorphosis
her crimson bow frozen with her last scream
he takes his time with her corpse
she echoes the divide between death and life
calling him to her, her reaper
lusting for souls
of the grinder's hearth
as the pendulum notch
climbing the trellis
of the lonely hearted
#love
#dark
#murder #collaboration
#murder #collaboration
379 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
simplesmente mata-me de amor
read the title
forget the subtitles
forget the subtitles
#love
#murder
#music
#patience
#silence
66 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
simplesmente mata-me de amor
read the title
forget the subtitles
forget the subtitles
#love
#murder
#music
#patience
#silence
66 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
simplesmente mata-me de amor
read the title
forget the subtitles
forget the subtitles
#love
#murder
#music
#patience
#silence
66 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
simplesmente mata-me de amor
read the title
forget the subtitles
forget the subtitles
#love
#murder
#music
#patience
#silence
66 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
simplesmente mata-me de amor
read the title
forget the subtitles
forget the subtitles
#love
#murder
#music
#patience
#silence
66 reads
6 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
12th Dec 2018 3:25am
12th Dec 2018 3:25am
Unsheathed in the Snowy Fray
Whose bloody footprints in the snow I think I know.
His trail is black in the cloud-smothered moonlight, though;
He will not see my innocent, pale-white tracks following.
Squinting into the blizzardy fray I did, his footprints in the snow fading.
My blurred eyesight makes me think its sure madness
To tail a mad soul through the darkness;
Between heaven’s moonlight, and hell’s dark, cold wood
Gripping the sheath strapped to my belt I would!
I unsheathed my gleaming knife and slashed
To cut if there is someone there.
The only...
His trail is black in the cloud-smothered moonlight, though;
He will not see my innocent, pale-white tracks following.
Squinting into the blizzardy fray I did, his footprints in the snow fading.
My blurred eyesight makes me think its sure madness
To tail a mad soul through the darkness;
Between heaven’s moonlight, and hell’s dark, cold wood
Gripping the sheath strapped to my belt I would!
I unsheathed my gleaming knife and slashed
To cut if there is someone there.
The only...
#dark
#murder
398 reads
0 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
12th Dec 2018 3:25am
12th Dec 2018 3:25am
Unsheathed in the Snowy Fray
Whose bloody footprints in the snow I think I know.
His trail is black in the cloud-smothered moonlight, though;
He will not see my innocent, pale-white tracks following.
Squinting into the blizzardy fray I did, his footprints in the snow fading.
My blurred eyesight makes me think its sure madness
To tail a mad soul through the darkness;
Between heaven’s moonlight, and hell’s dark, cold wood
Gripping the sheath strapped to my belt I would!
I unsheathed my gleaming knife and slashed
To cut if there is someone there.
The only...
His trail is black in the cloud-smothered moonlight, though;
He will not see my innocent, pale-white tracks following.
Squinting into the blizzardy fray I did, his footprints in the snow fading.
My blurred eyesight makes me think its sure madness
To tail a mad soul through the darkness;
Between heaven’s moonlight, and hell’s dark, cold wood
Gripping the sheath strapped to my belt I would!
I unsheathed my gleaming knife and slashed
To cut if there is someone there.
The only...
#dark
#murder
398 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
7th Oct 2018 1:36pm
7th Oct 2018 1:36pm
City Life, Mouse Trap, Peanut Butter
Every once in awhile you gotta go hunting
Them critters should know better than to dine here
Baited the snap trap at 11pm
Fresh kill in the trap at 7:30am
Peanut butter boss
They can't resist
It makes me a little sad to harvest them
Gotta do it though
They ain't no pets
Them critters should know better than to dine here
Baited the snap trap at 11pm
Fresh kill in the trap at 7:30am
Peanut butter boss
They can't resist
It makes me a little sad to harvest them
Gotta do it though
They ain't no pets
#murder
545 reads
14 Comments
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