Poems About Murder Published by Members Recently Online
#murder
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
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 00:48am
24th Nov 2021 00:48am
a burning city on the brink
during the blitz many a body would turn up whose
cause of death wasn’t looked into very much
more often than you’d think
cause of death wasn’t looked into very much
more often than you’d think
#murder
#war
261 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 00:48am
24th Nov 2021 00:48am
a burning city on the brink
during the blitz many a body would turn up whose
cause of death wasn’t looked into very much
more often than you’d think
cause of death wasn’t looked into very much
more often than you’d think
#murder
#war
261 reads
0 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 12:30pm
26th Dec 2024 12:30pm
Black Widow’s Bluff
#MeToo
#murder
#revenge
49 reads
2 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 12:30pm
26th Dec 2024 12:30pm
Black Widow’s Bluff
#MeToo
#murder
#revenge
49 reads
2 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 12:30pm
26th Dec 2024 12:30pm
Black Widow’s Bluff
#MeToo
#murder
#revenge
49 reads
2 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
159 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
159 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
159 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
159 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
159 reads
9 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2022 7:05pm
3rd Jun 2022 7:05pm
Sauron Painting (Visual)
Sauron Painting (Visual)
#dark
#murder
#evil
#JRRTolkien
#horror
667 reads
9 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Murder Published by Members Recently Online
