Poems About Murder by Top Critiquers
#murder
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 7:11pm
17th Mar 2025 7:11pm
John Doe
John Doe was the name given to the bits & pieces of a man who was murdered and scattered throughout Detroit in the summer of 1995. The first part of him to turn up was his bloody naked torso. It rolled down a conveyor belt at a paper recycling plant, much to the horror of Ader Titsoff. A few days later, a volunteer at a Detroit Church noticed flies buzzing around a trash bag. Inside was John's head. The rest of him was eventually discovered at a children's playground. One girl named Anita Bath discovered the grizzly remains one late summer morning. All that was left was a thigh bone, a...
#children
#fiction
#horror
#murder
#satirical
76 reads
9 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 3:25am
24th Feb 2025 3:25am
The Boogeyman
The story teller of words ✍️ do you know who is the Boogeyman, for sure do you believe that someone is pulling the strings, of the puppet Master. (DROP THE MIC 🎤🔥🔥🔥) For as the new administration is finally in full force to uncovering, things that the dusted government didn't, want us to know, 🤨 as American citizens of the United States of America. 🤔. For sure now that they are uncovered the deepness and power of the Democrats party, to much funds are being funded by chance going into someone else's account. 😕 But yet all...
#corruption
#deception
#murder
#politics
#war
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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
728 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
404 reads
4 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
176 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
98 reads
6 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
268 reads
0 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 9:45am
28th Nov 2021 9:45am
Dungeon of his soul
traipsing through colours prisms bright and shiny
reflections that died in his vision
shriveled to black and grey
he heard wanton laughter
mocking his despair
he walked between shades
of truth and lies
his sights belie his thoughts belie his ears
and they laughed
derisive laughter grating at his brain
his was above his body
around it under it
but not within it
he was everywhere but there
he knew hisses of evil forked tongue
sweetness cloying drowning
his soul into muddy depths
who was his...
reflections that died in his vision
shriveled to black and grey
he heard wanton laughter
mocking his despair
he walked between shades
of truth and lies
his sights belie his thoughts belie his ears
and they laughed
derisive laughter grating at his brain
his was above his body
around it under it
but not within it
he was everywhere but there
he knew hisses of evil forked tongue
sweetness cloying drowning
his soul into muddy depths
who was his...
#dark
#murder
#abuse #evil
#abuse #evil
373 reads
4 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 2:12pm
20th Nov 2024 2:12pm
The Laws they Break to Claim
In your book written by man,
seems you always had a plan,
"Thou shalt not kill," hands carve into stone,
Yet the streets filled, mother's crying in pain,
the dead children lie alone.
Your man made laws seem revered, while gods rules are yet feared, apparently you said they were divine,
Mocked by the blood of innocence that stains the vine.
Oh, the irony of laws they once did pen
Rules from gods, ignored by men.
In lands where olive groves once grew,
The soil runs red was it worth it to "you"? ...
seems you always had a plan,
"Thou shalt not kill," hands carve into stone,
Yet the streets filled, mother's crying in pain,
the dead children lie alone.
Your man made laws seem revered, while gods rules are yet feared, apparently you said they were divine,
Mocked by the blood of innocence that stains the vine.
Oh, the irony of laws they once did pen
Rules from gods, ignored by men.
In lands where olive groves once grew,
The soil runs red was it worth it to "you"? ...
#hurt
#murder
#religion
169 reads
2 Comments
Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
16th Jul 2015 5:53am
16th Jul 2015 5:53am
Hexed
Dark Wiccan Princess deep green eyes
Upon their deaths their husbands cried
killed her sisters for lust and pride
Dark Wiccan Princess deep green eyes.
Deep in the earth her secrets hide
Four Wiccan Sitters left to die
Dark Wiccan princess deep green eyes
Upon their deaths their husbands cried .
Upon their deaths their husbands cried
killed her sisters for lust and pride
Dark Wiccan Princess deep green eyes.
Deep in the earth her secrets hide
Four Wiccan Sitters left to die
Dark Wiccan princess deep green eyes
Upon their deaths their husbands cried .
#dark
#murder
#death
#witches
#triolet
947 reads
13 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
328 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
637 reads
5 Comments
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