Poems About Murder by Top Critiquers
#murder
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 11:06am
18th Dec 2024 11:06am
The Friendly Abductor
Get in the car please
No not in the seat, in the trunk
Oh I'm terribly sorry
Where's my manners
I'll open that for you
Comfy now?
Good
I'll move those items over for you
Yes, that's right, that's a sledgehammer, a shovel, an axe and a hunting knife
Don't worry, once we arrive to our destination,
I will bludgeon you, chop you up and throw you into a shallow grave
I promise, you won't feel a thing
Enjoy the ride
SLAM!
No not in the seat, in the trunk
Oh I'm terribly sorry
Where's my manners
I'll open that for you
Comfy now?
Good
I'll move those items over for you
Yes, that's right, that's a sledgehammer, a shovel, an axe and a hunting knife
Don't worry, once we arrive to our destination,
I will bludgeon you, chop you up and throw you into a shallow grave
I promise, you won't feel a thing
Enjoy the ride
SLAM!
#kindness
#murder
#parody
62 reads
14 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
349 reads
4 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
503 reads
14 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
14th Jul 2024 00:41am
14th Jul 2024 00:41am
WHAT THE TRUTH IS
I appreciate your thoughts and insight into this message of hope, yet let us not go out and be destructive individuals do to this happening today live 🤨 I'm talking about the attempt to assassination of trump, live at at his pep rally in Butler PA 😞 YET those who know who are the ones responsible, for this heinous crime, for my question to all of us is this what our world is and has become right before our eyes 👁️👁️ For those who know who is the only ones that are involved, in this mess of really trying to not let the truth be told to those who...
#corruption
#deception
#HumanRights
#ignorance
#murder
147 reads
0 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
125 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
655 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 2:18pm
6th Nov 2024 2:18pm
Uncrossing
Silent screams on the asphalt,
life that stops in the blink of an eye.
A feathered dream falls,
a hairy hope falls,
lost in the blur of the floor.
The road, cold and indifferent judge,
echoes in so much absence
with legs and wings,
that once vibrated
in the sweet embrace of nature.
The pain remains
in tire tracks,
a testimony to the fleeting life
and the cruel intersections
of human haste
and wild innocence.
life that stops in the blink of an eye.
A feathered dream falls,
a hairy hope falls,
lost in the blur of the floor.
The road, cold and indifferent judge,
echoes in so much absence
with legs and wings,
that once vibrated
in the sweet embrace of nature.
The pain remains
in tire tracks,
a testimony to the fleeting life
and the cruel intersections
of human haste
and wild innocence.
#city
#disappointment
#murder
#nature
#regret
79 reads
6 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2023 00:31am
2nd Apr 2023 00:31am
Second Amendment Murders Children (Gun Lobby Terrorists)
they mever
hit prisons
only schoolyards
will do
guaramteed
media coverage
shock value
always sells
america loves killing
its forever enshrined
in an old document
gun laws are
changes too far
smoking barrells
heated debate
same rhetoric
everytime
playing worn out tunes
paremts heartbreak unheard
money grabs voices
bear arms slogans
wearing thin
as ancient tapestries
open season
bloody...
hit prisons
only schoolyards
will do
guaramteed
media coverage
shock value
always sells
america loves killing
its forever enshrined
in an old document
gun laws are
changes too far
smoking barrells
heated debate
same rhetoric
everytime
playing worn out tunes
paremts heartbreak unheard
money grabs voices
bear arms slogans
wearing thin
as ancient tapestries
open season
bloody...
#murder
#GunControl
#NaPoWriMo2023
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
284 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
20th May 2022 3:38am
20th May 2022 3:38am
Pop-Pop
THE GRAND MILLENNIUM CONDOMINIUMS
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Dmeshii slipped into his suit jacket as he escaped down the fire exit stairwell. He opened the door to the first floor and peeped his head around the doorpost; he looked in both directions and then stepped onto the mauve colored carpet. Dmeshii hurried down the quiet corridor. He looked both ways and then opened the door to a janitorial closet. He stepped inside and yanked the chain light switch down.
Dmeshii lifted a stack of folded green trash bags. He grabbed his MP412 REX 357 Magnum...
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Dmeshii slipped into his suit jacket as he escaped down the fire exit stairwell. He opened the door to the first floor and peeped his head around the doorpost; he looked in both directions and then stepped onto the mauve colored carpet. Dmeshii hurried down the quiet corridor. He looked both ways and then opened the door to a janitorial closet. He stepped inside and yanked the chain light switch down.
Dmeshii lifted a stack of folded green trash bags. He grabbed his MP412 REX 357 Magnum...
#corruption
#murder
#politics
588 reads
5 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 2:56pm
26th Sep 2022 2:56pm
Double Halloween Murder part 5 of 5
#dark
#murder
#evil
207 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
339 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
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