Poems About Murder Published by Members Recently Online
#murder
Michaelpoet
Poem Published
11th Aug 2023 2:48am
11th Aug 2023 2:48am
Steam From Radiator
I sat on the porch as a flower bloomed on a beautiful spring day.
News of a shooting filled the air from within the living room.
My thoughts ebb and flow as the economy takes a turn for the worse.
Could a hurricane be the planet suffering from a flu caused by all the chemicals pumped out on a daily basis?
Buildings are giant tombstones that house the working class who are slowly dying with each fax that is sent.
We have elected fallible human beings to fix a world created by a divinity in whom there is no failure.
News of a shooting filled the air from within the living room.
My thoughts ebb and flow as the economy takes a turn for the worse.
Could a hurricane be the planet suffering from a flu caused by all the chemicals pumped out on a daily basis?
Buildings are giant tombstones that house the working class who are slowly dying with each fax that is sent.
We have elected fallible human beings to fix a world created by a divinity in whom there is no failure.
#murder
#violence
#pollution
#poverty
#vulnerability
171 reads
2 Comments
Michaelpoet
Poem Published
11th Aug 2023 2:48am
11th Aug 2023 2:48am
Steam From Radiator
I sat on the porch as a flower bloomed on a beautiful spring day.
News of a shooting filled the air from within the living room.
My thoughts ebb and flow as the economy takes a turn for the worse.
Could a hurricane be the planet suffering from a flu caused by all the chemicals pumped out on a daily basis?
Buildings are giant tombstones that house the working class who are slowly dying with each fax that is sent.
We have elected fallible human beings to fix a world created by a divinity in whom there is no failure.
News of a shooting filled the air from within the living room.
My thoughts ebb and flow as the economy takes a turn for the worse.
Could a hurricane be the planet suffering from a flu caused by all the chemicals pumped out on a daily basis?
Buildings are giant tombstones that house the working class who are slowly dying with each fax that is sent.
We have elected fallible human beings to fix a world created by a divinity in whom there is no failure.
#murder
#violence
#pollution
#poverty
#vulnerability
171 reads
2 Comments
Michaelpoet
Poem Published
11th Aug 2023 2:48am
11th Aug 2023 2:48am
Steam From Radiator
I sat on the porch as a flower bloomed on a beautiful spring day.
News of a shooting filled the air from within the living room.
My thoughts ebb and flow as the economy takes a turn for the worse.
Could a hurricane be the planet suffering from a flu caused by all the chemicals pumped out on a daily basis?
Buildings are giant tombstones that house the working class who are slowly dying with each fax that is sent.
We have elected fallible human beings to fix a world created by a divinity in whom there is no failure.
News of a shooting filled the air from within the living room.
My thoughts ebb and flow as the economy takes a turn for the worse.
Could a hurricane be the planet suffering from a flu caused by all the chemicals pumped out on a daily basis?
Buildings are giant tombstones that house the working class who are slowly dying with each fax that is sent.
We have elected fallible human beings to fix a world created by a divinity in whom there is no failure.
#murder
#violence
#pollution
#poverty
#vulnerability
171 reads
2 Comments
Michaelpoet
Poem Published
11th Aug 2023 2:48am
11th Aug 2023 2:48am
Steam From Radiator
I sat on the porch as a flower bloomed on a beautiful spring day.
News of a shooting filled the air from within the living room.
My thoughts ebb and flow as the economy takes a turn for the worse.
Could a hurricane be the planet suffering from a flu caused by all the chemicals pumped out on a daily basis?
Buildings are giant tombstones that house the working class who are slowly dying with each fax that is sent.
We have elected fallible human beings to fix a world created by a divinity in whom there is no failure.
News of a shooting filled the air from within the living room.
My thoughts ebb and flow as the economy takes a turn for the worse.
Could a hurricane be the planet suffering from a flu caused by all the chemicals pumped out on a daily basis?
Buildings are giant tombstones that house the working class who are slowly dying with each fax that is sent.
We have elected fallible human beings to fix a world created by a divinity in whom there is no failure.
#murder
#violence
#pollution
#poverty
#vulnerability
171 reads
2 Comments
Michaelpoet
Poem Published
11th Aug 2023 2:48am
11th Aug 2023 2:48am
Steam From Radiator
I sat on the porch as a flower bloomed on a beautiful spring day.
News of a shooting filled the air from within the living room.
My thoughts ebb and flow as the economy takes a turn for the worse.
Could a hurricane be the planet suffering from a flu caused by all the chemicals pumped out on a daily basis?
Buildings are giant tombstones that house the working class who are slowly dying with each fax that is sent.
We have elected fallible human beings to fix a world created by a divinity in whom there is no failure.
News of a shooting filled the air from within the living room.
My thoughts ebb and flow as the economy takes a turn for the worse.
Could a hurricane be the planet suffering from a flu caused by all the chemicals pumped out on a daily basis?
Buildings are giant tombstones that house the working class who are slowly dying with each fax that is sent.
We have elected fallible human beings to fix a world created by a divinity in whom there is no failure.
#murder
#violence
#pollution
#poverty
#vulnerability
171 reads
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
449 reads
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
449 reads
2 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 12:52pm
5th Oct 2024 12:52pm
The urn
Seven minutes remain of this simulation
where I have laid, restless to study this morning
my hands in the sodden sweetgrass where my skin was moistened
by death. It was the bloom that said don’t go back there, to the darkness within the shroud. The light at dawn wants to listen
to gunshot flair in the morning breeze. This day, you were framed in rage. Teeth gnashed and full throttle.
This day, I was the white heat of guilt, hands cramped
and muddied by the silt of forever. I was blended—
my emotion raw on my voice box, screaming “Why...
where I have laid, restless to study this morning
my hands in the sodden sweetgrass where my skin was moistened
by death. It was the bloom that said don’t go back there, to the darkness within the shroud. The light at dawn wants to listen
to gunshot flair in the morning breeze. This day, you were framed in rage. Teeth gnashed and full throttle.
This day, I was the white heat of guilt, hands cramped
and muddied by the silt of forever. I was blended—
my emotion raw on my voice box, screaming “Why...
#death
#murder
96 reads
2 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 12:52pm
5th Oct 2024 12:52pm
The urn
Seven minutes remain of this simulation
where I have laid, restless to study this morning
my hands in the sodden sweetgrass where my skin was moistened
by death. It was the bloom that said don’t go back there, to the darkness within the shroud. The light at dawn wants to listen
to gunshot flair in the morning breeze. This day, you were framed in rage. Teeth gnashed and full throttle.
This day, I was the white heat of guilt, hands cramped
and muddied by the silt of forever. I was blended—
my emotion raw on my voice box, screaming “Why...
where I have laid, restless to study this morning
my hands in the sodden sweetgrass where my skin was moistened
by death. It was the bloom that said don’t go back there, to the darkness within the shroud. The light at dawn wants to listen
to gunshot flair in the morning breeze. This day, you were framed in rage. Teeth gnashed and full throttle.
This day, I was the white heat of guilt, hands cramped
and muddied by the silt of forever. I was blended—
my emotion raw on my voice box, screaming “Why...
#death
#murder
96 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
30th Oct 2022 3:08pm
30th Oct 2022 3:08pm
Dark Matter~with the talented HamBone42
scratching the surface of what is
it plagues me this passion that drives
creating landscapes for ghouls
full of surprises lest you rid yourself of me
scratching your passion within
it is ready to drip into my gaping maw
as I ready to rend your sweet flesh
I am divine lust incarnate
greediness speaks and compels me to create
so in the darkness I plunder picking an apple from the tree
touching my black tablet and tearing out a page
so you will know the mysteries deep inside
and the scent of that lust temps me
I...
it plagues me this passion that drives
creating landscapes for ghouls
full of surprises lest you rid yourself of me
scratching your passion within
it is ready to drip into my gaping maw
as I ready to rend your sweet flesh
I am divine lust incarnate
greediness speaks and compels me to create
so in the darkness I plunder picking an apple from the tree
touching my black tablet and tearing out a page
so you will know the mysteries deep inside
and the scent of that lust temps me
I...
#dark
#murder
#gothic
#angels
#aliens
347 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
30th Oct 2022 3:08pm
30th Oct 2022 3:08pm
Dark Matter~with the talented HamBone42
scratching the surface of what is
it plagues me this passion that drives
creating landscapes for ghouls
full of surprises lest you rid yourself of me
scratching your passion within
it is ready to drip into my gaping maw
as I ready to rend your sweet flesh
I am divine lust incarnate
greediness speaks and compels me to create
so in the darkness I plunder picking an apple from the tree
touching my black tablet and tearing out a page
so you will know the mysteries deep inside
and the scent of that lust temps me
I...
it plagues me this passion that drives
creating landscapes for ghouls
full of surprises lest you rid yourself of me
scratching your passion within
it is ready to drip into my gaping maw
as I ready to rend your sweet flesh
I am divine lust incarnate
greediness speaks and compels me to create
so in the darkness I plunder picking an apple from the tree
touching my black tablet and tearing out a page
so you will know the mysteries deep inside
and the scent of that lust temps me
I...
#dark
#murder
#gothic
#angels
#aliens
347 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
30th Oct 2022 3:08pm
30th Oct 2022 3:08pm
Dark Matter~with the talented HamBone42
scratching the surface of what is
it plagues me this passion that drives
creating landscapes for ghouls
full of surprises lest you rid yourself of me
scratching your passion within
it is ready to drip into my gaping maw
as I ready to rend your sweet flesh
I am divine lust incarnate
greediness speaks and compels me to create
so in the darkness I plunder picking an apple from the tree
touching my black tablet and tearing out a page
so you will know the mysteries deep inside
and the scent of that lust temps me
I...
it plagues me this passion that drives
creating landscapes for ghouls
full of surprises lest you rid yourself of me
scratching your passion within
it is ready to drip into my gaping maw
as I ready to rend your sweet flesh
I am divine lust incarnate
greediness speaks and compels me to create
so in the darkness I plunder picking an apple from the tree
touching my black tablet and tearing out a page
so you will know the mysteries deep inside
and the scent of that lust temps me
I...
#dark
#murder
#gothic
#angels
#aliens
347 reads
4 Comments
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