Poems About Murder Published by Members Recently Online
#murder
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 9:45am
18th Apr 2024 9:45am
Hymn to Witches
Who did Margaret Read see
in her last throes of agony
what must it have been like
to suffer the flames of this world
to fear the fires of the next
the anguish of it,
the terror of such.
As women, it can often feel
as if our choices lie between
shitty and shittier
as if that intuition burning
our hearts and our guts and our blood
is the very thing turning our skin
to ash.
Some nights, my mind finds them
charred in a market square
consumed by ignorant fires
my bones are...
in her last throes of agony
what must it have been like
to suffer the flames of this world
to fear the fires of the next
the anguish of it,
the terror of such.
As women, it can often feel
as if our choices lie between
shitty and shittier
as if that intuition burning
our hearts and our guts and our blood
is the very thing turning our skin
to ash.
Some nights, my mind finds them
charred in a market square
consumed by ignorant fires
my bones are...
#Britain
#murder
#pagan
#witches
#women
134 reads
9 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 9:45am
18th Apr 2024 9:45am
Hymn to Witches
Who did Margaret Read see
in her last throes of agony
what must it have been like
to suffer the flames of this world
to fear the fires of the next
the anguish of it,
the terror of such.
As women, it can often feel
as if our choices lie between
shitty and shittier
as if that intuition burning
our hearts and our guts and our blood
is the very thing turning our skin
to ash.
Some nights, my mind finds them
charred in a market square
consumed by ignorant fires
my bones are...
in her last throes of agony
what must it have been like
to suffer the flames of this world
to fear the fires of the next
the anguish of it,
the terror of such.
As women, it can often feel
as if our choices lie between
shitty and shittier
as if that intuition burning
our hearts and our guts and our blood
is the very thing turning our skin
to ash.
Some nights, my mind finds them
charred in a market square
consumed by ignorant fires
my bones are...
#Britain
#murder
#pagan
#witches
#women
134 reads
9 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 9:45am
18th Apr 2024 9:45am
Hymn to Witches
Who did Margaret Read see
in her last throes of agony
what must it have been like
to suffer the flames of this world
to fear the fires of the next
the anguish of it,
the terror of such.
As women, it can often feel
as if our choices lie between
shitty and shittier
as if that intuition burning
our hearts and our guts and our blood
is the very thing turning our skin
to ash.
Some nights, my mind finds them
charred in a market square
consumed by ignorant fires
my bones are...
in her last throes of agony
what must it have been like
to suffer the flames of this world
to fear the fires of the next
the anguish of it,
the terror of such.
As women, it can often feel
as if our choices lie between
shitty and shittier
as if that intuition burning
our hearts and our guts and our blood
is the very thing turning our skin
to ash.
Some nights, my mind finds them
charred in a market square
consumed by ignorant fires
my bones are...
#Britain
#murder
#pagan
#witches
#women
134 reads
9 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 9:45am
18th Apr 2024 9:45am
Hymn to Witches
Who did Margaret Read see
in her last throes of agony
what must it have been like
to suffer the flames of this world
to fear the fires of the next
the anguish of it,
the terror of such.
As women, it can often feel
as if our choices lie between
shitty and shittier
as if that intuition burning
our hearts and our guts and our blood
is the very thing turning our skin
to ash.
Some nights, my mind finds them
charred in a market square
consumed by ignorant fires
my bones are...
in her last throes of agony
what must it have been like
to suffer the flames of this world
to fear the fires of the next
the anguish of it,
the terror of such.
As women, it can often feel
as if our choices lie between
shitty and shittier
as if that intuition burning
our hearts and our guts and our blood
is the very thing turning our skin
to ash.
Some nights, my mind finds them
charred in a market square
consumed by ignorant fires
my bones are...
#Britain
#murder
#pagan
#witches
#women
134 reads
9 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 9:45am
18th Apr 2024 9:45am
Hymn to Witches
Who did Margaret Read see
in her last throes of agony
what must it have been like
to suffer the flames of this world
to fear the fires of the next
the anguish of it,
the terror of such.
As women, it can often feel
as if our choices lie between
shitty and shittier
as if that intuition burning
our hearts and our guts and our blood
is the very thing turning our skin
to ash.
Some nights, my mind finds them
charred in a market square
consumed by ignorant fires
my bones are...
in her last throes of agony
what must it have been like
to suffer the flames of this world
to fear the fires of the next
the anguish of it,
the terror of such.
As women, it can often feel
as if our choices lie between
shitty and shittier
as if that intuition burning
our hearts and our guts and our blood
is the very thing turning our skin
to ash.
Some nights, my mind finds them
charred in a market square
consumed by ignorant fires
my bones are...
#Britain
#murder
#pagan
#witches
#women
134 reads
9 Comments
_Skylark_
aeturnus
aeturnus
Poem Published
26th Jul 2022 5:38pm
26th Jul 2022 5:38pm
Hail Dahmer!
Everything is shrouded in a secret perfection so far beyond the scope of our subjective human needs that we can’t make it out. You have two eyes but cannot see that which is meant to be known. That zit on your face? It’s miraculous. What are the odds of you even existing? More impossible than a lottery win. Beauty is harmony and harmony is the result of balance. The universe is always in perfect balance. For every action there is an equal opposite reaction. For every effect there is a cause. The Law is inviolable. You’re just too zoomed in to see it. This is it. This is Utopia. Perfection is...
#love
#murder
#beauty #nature
#beauty #nature
158 reads
_Skylark_
aeturnus
aeturnus
Poem Published
26th Jul 2022 5:38pm
26th Jul 2022 5:38pm
Hail Dahmer!
Everything is shrouded in a secret perfection so far beyond the scope of our subjective human needs that we can’t make it out. You have two eyes but cannot see that which is meant to be known. That zit on your face? It’s miraculous. What are the odds of you even existing? More impossible than a lottery win. Beauty is harmony and harmony is the result of balance. The universe is always in perfect balance. For every action there is an equal opposite reaction. For every effect there is a cause. The Law is inviolable. You’re just too zoomed in to see it. This is it. This is Utopia. Perfection is...
#love
#murder
#beauty #nature
#beauty #nature
158 reads
_Skylark_
aeturnus
aeturnus
Poem Published
26th Jul 2022 5:38pm
26th Jul 2022 5:38pm
Hail Dahmer!
Everything is shrouded in a secret perfection so far beyond the scope of our subjective human needs that we can’t make it out. You have two eyes but cannot see that which is meant to be known. That zit on your face? It’s miraculous. What are the odds of you even existing? More impossible than a lottery win. Beauty is harmony and harmony is the result of balance. The universe is always in perfect balance. For every action there is an equal opposite reaction. For every effect there is a cause. The Law is inviolable. You’re just too zoomed in to see it. This is it. This is Utopia. Perfection is...
#love
#murder
#beauty #nature
#beauty #nature
158 reads
_Skylark_
aeturnus
aeturnus
Poem Published
26th Jul 2022 5:38pm
26th Jul 2022 5:38pm
Hail Dahmer!
Everything is shrouded in a secret perfection so far beyond the scope of our subjective human needs that we can’t make it out. You have two eyes but cannot see that which is meant to be known. That zit on your face? It’s miraculous. What are the odds of you even existing? More impossible than a lottery win. Beauty is harmony and harmony is the result of balance. The universe is always in perfect balance. For every action there is an equal opposite reaction. For every effect there is a cause. The Law is inviolable. You’re just too zoomed in to see it. This is it. This is Utopia. Perfection is...
#love
#murder
#beauty #nature
#beauty #nature
158 reads
Adzy
Poem Published
29th Jul 2019 11:28pm
29th Jul 2019 11:28pm
Recess
The bell rings for recess
The kids go to play
But little do they know
This will be their last day
They're laughing and singing
And all having fun
'Til a stranger shows up
With a loaded machine gun
They don't know why he's here
There's no time to ask
He pulls down the trigger
And carries out his sick task
Innocent lives lost
The shells gleam in the sun
The man's taken down
But the damage is now done
Why are people so evil?
This whole world's a mess
All these kids wanted
Was...
The kids go to play
But little do they know
This will be their last day
They're laughing and singing
And all having fun
'Til a stranger shows up
With a loaded machine gun
They don't know why he's here
There's no time to ask
He pulls down the trigger
And carries out his sick task
Innocent lives lost
The shells gleam in the sun
The man's taken down
But the damage is now done
Why are people so evil?
This whole world's a mess
All these kids wanted
Was...
#murder
#violence
#GunControl #hurt
#GunControl #hurt
576 reads
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Adzy
Poem Published
29th Jul 2019 11:28pm
29th Jul 2019 11:28pm
Recess
The bell rings for recess
The kids go to play
But little do they know
This will be their last day
They're laughing and singing
And all having fun
'Til a stranger shows up
With a loaded machine gun
They don't know why he's here
There's no time to ask
He pulls down the trigger
And carries out his sick task
Innocent lives lost
The shells gleam in the sun
The man's taken down
But the damage is now done
Why are people so evil?
This whole world's a mess
All these kids wanted
Was...
The kids go to play
But little do they know
This will be their last day
They're laughing and singing
And all having fun
'Til a stranger shows up
With a loaded machine gun
They don't know why he's here
There's no time to ask
He pulls down the trigger
And carries out his sick task
Innocent lives lost
The shells gleam in the sun
The man's taken down
But the damage is now done
Why are people so evil?
This whole world's a mess
All these kids wanted
Was...
#murder
#violence
#GunControl #hurt
#GunControl #hurt
576 reads
0 Comments
Adzy
Poem Published
29th Jul 2019 11:28pm
29th Jul 2019 11:28pm
Recess
The bell rings for recess
The kids go to play
But little do they know
This will be their last day
They're laughing and singing
And all having fun
'Til a stranger shows up
With a loaded machine gun
They don't know why he's here
There's no time to ask
He pulls down the trigger
And carries out his sick task
Innocent lives lost
The shells gleam in the sun
The man's taken down
But the damage is now done
Why are people so evil?
This whole world's a mess
All these kids wanted
Was...
The kids go to play
But little do they know
This will be their last day
They're laughing and singing
And all having fun
'Til a stranger shows up
With a loaded machine gun
They don't know why he's here
There's no time to ask
He pulls down the trigger
And carries out his sick task
Innocent lives lost
The shells gleam in the sun
The man's taken down
But the damage is now done
Why are people so evil?
This whole world's a mess
All these kids wanted
Was...
#murder
#violence
#GunControl #hurt
#GunControl #hurt
576 reads
0 Comments
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