Poems About Murder by Top Critiquers
#murder
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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Adelphina
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2022 1:39am
22nd Jun 2022 1:39am
Currents of Glass
Bury me
Beneath Currents of Glass
Underneath the overpass
On your way out of town
So you can take one last glance
And don’t look back
Forget your past
I’ll be submerged in a lake
Someone you forgot to take
Beneath currents of glass
You’re driving so so fast
On cocaine lines
Trying to hide
The ugly inside
Found your way into another town
Found a beautiful dream
Heard her echo scream
In ripples that drowned
All the way down
My stranger sister
Found in...
Beneath Currents of Glass
Underneath the overpass
On your way out of town
So you can take one last glance
And don’t look back
Forget your past
I’ll be submerged in a lake
Someone you forgot to take
Beneath currents of glass
You’re driving so so fast
On cocaine lines
Trying to hide
The ugly inside
Found your way into another town
Found a beautiful dream
Heard her echo scream
In ripples that drowned
All the way down
My stranger sister
Found in...
#murder
#death
#lyrics
410 reads
16 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
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
891 reads
13 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
343 reads
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DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
19th Oct 2024 3:11pm
19th Oct 2024 3:11pm
The Shame Of Their Perversions
She is at again,
lulling a new clientele
with the promise
of eventual release
From city to city,
displayed completely
drawing their eyes
to the assets
There are always those
that pay a little extra
to spend private time
in that cramped little booth
wanting her close enough
to smell her
She performs for all types
married men
lonely singles
even couples
Nobody is ever told,
where they are going
and that works to her advantage,
the shame of their perversions ...
lulling a new clientele
with the promise
of eventual release
From city to city,
displayed completely
drawing their eyes
to the assets
There are always those
that pay a little extra
to spend private time
in that cramped little booth
wanting her close enough
to smell her
She performs for all types
married men
lonely singles
even couples
Nobody is ever told,
where they are going
and that works to her advantage,
the shame of their perversions ...
#evil
#horror
#lust #murder
#lust #murder
153 reads
4 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
8th Aug 2024 8:16pm
8th Aug 2024 8:16pm
The Pistolphiles
" But Jesus said, Suffer little children,
forbid them not, to come unto me:
for of such is the kingdom of heaven "
not hasten their deaths with guns, can't you see,
In mass gun-death sites, of kids, to clean the gore,
they've to bring in specialised cleaning folks
to scrape the walls, ceilings, furniture and floors,
schoolrooms and malls turned into abattoirs, no joke.
Who champions such things, who lets it begin
those who allow carry and concealed carry? In my eyes
there's thousands of you, brainwashed to this...
forbid them not, to come unto me:
for of such is the kingdom of heaven "
not hasten their deaths with guns, can't you see,
In mass gun-death sites, of kids, to clean the gore,
they've to bring in specialised cleaning folks
to scrape the walls, ceilings, furniture and floors,
schoolrooms and malls turned into abattoirs, no joke.
Who champions such things, who lets it begin
those who allow carry and concealed carry? In my eyes
there's thousands of you, brainwashed to this...
#GunControl
#murder
#rhyming
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Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
10th Jun 2022 00:42am
10th Jun 2022 00:42am
Vonts be plotting
Dreaming of scheming
See my mentor said
Son you ever go the route and kill another
You keep that to yourself
You bury them low
Two men on a fishing trip
Deep
only one returns
Not a soul knows
Only that skeleton beneath the space
Told with a wink like
You know if you know
How long will that final couple de grace
Drag on and on
Plucking at the skin like a feasting crow
Or will it be a mercy
Quick
Across the jugular
.
Watching you twitching as your eyes go dim
See my mentor said
Son you ever go the route and kill another
You keep that to yourself
You bury them low
Two men on a fishing trip
Deep
only one returns
Not a soul knows
Only that skeleton beneath the space
Told with a wink like
You know if you know
How long will that final couple de grace
Drag on and on
Plucking at the skin like a feasting crow
Or will it be a mercy
Quick
Across the jugular
.
Watching you twitching as your eyes go dim
#kindness
#murder
#suffering
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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
107 reads
2 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 9:36pm
22nd Aug 2024 9:36pm
Murder at the Orient Sexpress Chapter 2
#erotic
#murder
#mystery #scifi
#mystery #scifi
121 reads
2 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2022 9:51pm
3rd Aug 2022 9:51pm
The Last Supper in Suburbia
Happy Meal’ for two
Served by an obsequious waitress.
Orders written around her neck.
McAbattoir plastic boxes
Reliquary of ballistics and bone.
Mockingbird crucified
On a white picket fence.
Galleanisti gastronomy,
Da Vinci’s strokes deliquesce
Humility into an avarice canvas.
Disciples would later wear trilbies
Thirty pieces of bitcoin,
Cross splinters sold on e-Bay.
Quietness is coming, its
Certainty is sure.
Old Sparky rode into town.
Vanzetti terminal
In vivisection temple, ...
Served by an obsequious waitress.
Orders written around her neck.
McAbattoir plastic boxes
Reliquary of ballistics and bone.
Mockingbird crucified
On a white picket fence.
Galleanisti gastronomy,
Da Vinci’s strokes deliquesce
Humility into an avarice canvas.
Disciples would later wear trilbies
Thirty pieces of bitcoin,
Cross splinters sold on e-Bay.
Quietness is coming, its
Certainty is sure.
Old Sparky rode into town.
Vanzetti terminal
In vivisection temple, ...
#murder
#art
245 reads
4 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
19th May 2020 12:38pm
19th May 2020 12:38pm
Harold Shipman Dr Death
Dr Harold Shipman, Dr Death
Tap, tap on your door, the doctor makes a special house call, not only is here for your life, he wants to take it all
Forging peoples wills, but he seemed to really care, but he killed so many people, so many unaware
Families losing loved one, the funeral director questioned why, his number of deaths was so huge, look into him she'd try
No one would listen, the old thought he was their friend, but he was simply Dr Death, he came to bring their end
His kind manner, his gentle touch, a smile to ease your fears, a...
Tap, tap on your door, the doctor makes a special house call, not only is here for your life, he wants to take it all
Forging peoples wills, but he seemed to really care, but he killed so many people, so many unaware
Families losing loved one, the funeral director questioned why, his number of deaths was so huge, look into him she'd try
No one would listen, the old thought he was their friend, but he was simply Dr Death, he came to bring their end
His kind manner, his gentle touch, a smile to ease your fears, a...
#murder
#prison
#MentalHealth
559 reads
2 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 7:01pm
9th Dec 2024 7:01pm
Black and Red
It asked how I feel inside
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
#dark
#MentalHealth
#murder
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3 Comments
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