Long Poems About Violence
#violence
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 6:52pm
6th Feb 2025 6:52pm
Gentle Nell
This is an excerpt from a book I'm writing. Any feedback on things like the readability of prose and enjoyability will be greatly appreciated!
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
#fiction
#historical
#prose #violence
#prose #violence
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 6:57pm
11th Jan 2025 6:57pm
The Poison Bride
When the famous poetess passed out in her mashed potatoes on Christmas Eve, 1978, her husband rolled his eyes and her two children carried on glumly chewing. It was a semi-regular performance, the passing out act. George wondered how he'd ended up marrying the silly bitch.
Once on a literary tour, they'd been besieged by girls who seemed to regard him with envy for having such unfettered access to their mentally unstable idol. He'd happily switch places with any of them, or the middle-aged sad-sack men who worried at her ankles at luncheons. Two years ago, she'd had a brief...
Once on a literary tour, they'd been besieged by girls who seemed to regard him with envy for having such unfettered access to their mentally unstable idol. He'd happily switch places with any of them, or the middle-aged sad-sack men who worried at her ankles at luncheons. Two years ago, she'd had a brief...
#death
#marriage
#ShortStory #violence
#ShortStory #violence
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3 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 5:17am
11th Jan 2025 5:17am
Bullied Girl
They knock her glasses...
off her face and step on them!
Crunch! Broken!
They trip her and kick...
her books down the hall!
Fatty tripped on her two left feet!
They push her into a bathroom stall...
and take her skirt and panties.
Snap! Photo!
She screams and cries...
until the nurse gets her pants to wear!
She hates this school!
They mock the pants...
It's a boy! Ugly enough.
"Ugly. Ugly." They chant.
"She wants to be a...
off her face and step on them!
Crunch! Broken!
They trip her and kick...
her books down the hall!
Fatty tripped on her two left feet!
They push her into a bathroom stall...
and take her skirt and panties.
Snap! Photo!
She screams and cries...
until the nurse gets her pants to wear!
She hates this school!
They mock the pants...
It's a boy! Ugly enough.
"Ugly. Ugly." They chant.
"She wants to be a...
#anger
#bullying
#death #violence
#death #violence
52 reads
4 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 4:12pm
4th Jan 2025 4:12pm
Existence Unremembered: Mother's Scrapbook
As a paid assassin, I view it as a privilege to be present in someone’s passing, to play a part in changing the trajectory of one life and by association, the lives of many others. These were my thoughts as the angry blast left the muzzle of my gun, carrying despair and the vanity of life in its unalterable path. The woman saw the flash of my powder and a moment of horror registered in her face. I relished being present to witness that moment of realization.
That a nameless woman’s most beautiful act of sharing would be interrupted by a single .40 caliber jacketed hollow point...
That a nameless woman’s most beautiful act of sharing would be interrupted by a single .40 caliber jacketed hollow point...
#murder
#sex
#violence
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 8:41pm
9th Dec 2024 8:41pm
Devotional Radicals
Little Kenny Dewitt was barely 5 years old when he found out by his parents that his heart was wicked
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from...
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from...
#children
#family
#memories
#religion
#violence
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 1:42pm
25th Nov 2024 1:42pm
Tops & Tails
They gathered in a room of the hotel that served as a sort of dressing room for waitresses, who functioned essentially as entertainers. The girls weren't dressed in formal wear but in a showgirl ensemble that combined tops and tails with fishnet stockings. A few of the more imposing waitresses even wielded canes like Old Hollywood tap dancers.
Mrs Berkeley sailed into the room, all frontage and steerage. Her chest and rear were of proportions that the girls in her care could only have nightmares about. She wore her hair in the tortured bob of women her age and size. She was...
Mrs Berkeley sailed into the room, all frontage and steerage. Her chest and rear were of proportions that the girls in her care could only have nightmares about. She wore her hair in the tortured bob of women her age and size. She was...
#fiction
#revenge
#ShortStory #violence
#ShortStory #violence
75 reads
2 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 7:54pm
28th Oct 2024 7:54pm
The Marionette and the Puppeteer
Having fun on his own, the puppeteer wanted any toy to pass the time with—a plaything for his lecherous mind. There, he noticed the puppet sleeping soundly in the same room—the perfect doll, he thought.
At first, it began with stolen glances and grazes across her figure. Then, when the lights were turned off and everyone was asleep, his show started, and his costume was on, designed to do tricks for her—tricks she had never felt before, and neither did she want to feel.
Paralyzed, lying like a corpse as he fastened the strings around her wrists, joints, and limbs, she...
At first, it began with stolen glances and grazes across her figure. Then, when the lights were turned off and everyone was asleep, his show started, and his costume was on, designed to do tricks for her—tricks she had never felt before, and neither did she want to feel.
Paralyzed, lying like a corpse as he fastened the strings around her wrists, joints, and limbs, she...
#dark
#manipulation
#suffering
#suicide
#violence
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 7:50pm
13th Oct 2024 7:50pm
An eye for a tooth
After an intense game of Chutes & Ladders, Mary hailed victorious over Gary
As everyone knows, Gary is a huge sore loser
He also had one to many drinks that evening
Mary decided to showboat a bit
The showboating was in Gary's face
He didn't like this one bit
He told Mary to back off
She wouldn't listen
With an unexpected scream, Gary slugged her twice in the mouth, knocking a tooth out of her mouth
He then said, "See, you don't need that dentist visit after all. I helped you out."
Mary said crying and upset, "That wasn't the...
As everyone knows, Gary is a huge sore loser
He also had one to many drinks that evening
Mary decided to showboat a bit
The showboating was in Gary's face
He didn't like this one bit
He told Mary to back off
She wouldn't listen
With an unexpected scream, Gary slugged her twice in the mouth, knocking a tooth out of her mouth
He then said, "See, you don't need that dentist visit after all. I helped you out."
Mary said crying and upset, "That wasn't the...
#fiction
#horror
#marriage
#ShortStory
#violence
73 reads
2 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 1:48pm
22nd Aug 2024 1:48pm
Existence Unremembered
I view it as a privilege to be present at someone’s passing, to play a part in changing the trajectory of one life and by extension, the lives of many others. These were my thoughts as the angry blast left the muzzle of my rifle, carrying despair in its unalterable path. The woman saw the flash of my powder and a moment of horror registered in her face. I love being present to witness that moment of realization.
At this nameless woman’s most beautiful time in life, her sharing of what was most treasured would be interrupted by a single 223 caliber bullet. The surgical entry...
At this nameless woman’s most beautiful time in life, her sharing of what was most treasured would be interrupted by a single 223 caliber bullet. The surgical entry...
#death
#sex
#violence
201 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
16th Aug 2024 11:36am
16th Aug 2024 11:36am
Billiard Ball #1
She's waiting on line at a grocery store
She's buying a few items for dinner tonight
When she pulled out her wallet, she dropped her billiard ball she carries with her at all times
It was rolling away
The number on it was "1"
This was from a pool table she had many many years ago
She kept it because it symbolizes a time in her life
Her husband was a very very nasty and abusive man
There were numerous times she was violently attacked & raped
Many times their daughter witnessed this abuse
One time in...
She's buying a few items for dinner tonight
When she pulled out her wallet, she dropped her billiard ball she carries with her at all times
It was rolling away
The number on it was "1"
This was from a pool table she had many many years ago
She kept it because it symbolizes a time in her life
Her husband was a very very nasty and abusive man
There were numerous times she was violently attacked & raped
Many times their daughter witnessed this abuse
One time in...
#abuse
#fiction
#marriage
#ShortStory
#violence
144 reads
8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th Jul 2024 9:45pm
10th Jul 2024 9:45pm
I Hate Solicitors
I was walking into a 7-11 on the wrong side of the tracks near me the other day
This geeky looking asshole with a clip board wanted to ask me some questions
He comes up to me and says,
"Are you registered to vote?"
I say, "Hell Fucking No!!"
He asks why not and I tell him
"None of the people on the ballot ever say anything about killing cops, you know pigs"
"I want to see pig blood man!"
I start making all these shotgun sounds and spit is flying out of my mouth and the guy is staring at me like I don't know what ...
This geeky looking asshole with a clip board wanted to ask me some questions
He comes up to me and says,
"Are you registered to vote?"
I say, "Hell Fucking No!!"
He asks why not and I tell him
"None of the people on the ballot ever say anything about killing cops, you know pigs"
"I want to see pig blood man!"
I start making all these shotgun sounds and spit is flying out of my mouth and the guy is staring at me like I don't know what ...
#anger
#corruption
#hate
#politics
#violence
143 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 8:23pm
9th Jul 2024 8:23pm
You say WELCOME, I say enter
Everyone out there is so friendly
Large, long wooden signs near the front door that say WELCOME
Ok!
Don't have to tell me twice
During my breaks and lunch, I go for walks in and around my neighborhood
Many people aren't home
Here in NY most people lock their doors, have doorbell camera systems and some even have surveillance all around their property
What a pity
Instead of getting myself in trouble by breaking & entering
I find that the people with those WELCOME signs and have their front door open are the ones that are my kind of...
Large, long wooden signs near the front door that say WELCOME
Ok!
Don't have to tell me twice
During my breaks and lunch, I go for walks in and around my neighborhood
Many people aren't home
Here in NY most people lock their doors, have doorbell camera systems and some even have surveillance all around their property
What a pity
Instead of getting myself in trouble by breaking & entering
I find that the people with those WELCOME signs and have their front door open are the ones that are my kind of...
#food
#MentalHealth
#murder
#violence
#women
165 reads
15 Comments
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