Poems About Murder by Top Critiquers
#murder
Violence
My friend was murdered.
It seems like something that happened to someone else.
Surreal.
The story was on the news.
H called to tell me.
I don’t recall how I felt at the time.
Another summer, another death.
The third year in a row.
——-
I must call B and tell her the news.
She probably already knows.
It is the right thing to do for a friend.
—-
I did not realize I was a victim of a crime until the funeral.
The widow gave a speech.
She said we were all touched by this event.
All victims....
It seems like something that happened to someone else.
Surreal.
The story was on the news.
H called to tell me.
I don’t recall how I felt at the time.
Another summer, another death.
The third year in a row.
——-
I must call B and tell her the news.
She probably already knows.
It is the right thing to do for a friend.
—-
I did not realize I was a victim of a crime until the funeral.
The widow gave a speech.
She said we were all touched by this event.
All victims....
#anger
#grief
#murder #violence
#murder #violence
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She Got Her Revenge
She got her revenge
by shooting that cheating jerk
dead with the shotgun
along with that blonde skanky
bitch she caught that jackass with.
by shooting that cheating jerk
dead with the shotgun
along with that blonde skanky
bitch she caught that jackass with.
#death
#fiction
#murder
#sex
#tanka
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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
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c**ted baptism
#dark
#murder
#hell
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8 Comments
Black Widow’s Bluff
#MeToo
#murder
#revenge
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