Assassin Poems - Poems about Assassin

A man with eyes so brown Walked into town A large dog in tow Who he is no one knows Wearing a suit of black Carrying a gun against his back A vest that will protect Everyone is suspect An absolute professional Leaves guilt in the confessional Never misses his mark Both in the light and the dark When he is near You will know fear Staring at you...

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Chubs is gravely flat. We remove our hats. Her wheel deflated him— Chubs, my cuddly cat. Flounder is lying flat, ambling on his back. Her croutons choked him— Flounder, my friendly catfish. Gopher is resting back-flat, striking position for naps. Her diabolical chocolate gateau snuffed him out almost. Gopher rose once again, my mangy mutt, back-to-life. Ma decried; she'd die in a reindeer stampede...

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Blowing through my area for a few days gust making temperature bitterly cold rushing underneath my coat; soo bold penetrating my layers of clothing and boots siphoning my body natural warmth hands throbs with pain; gloves no help feet and face froze noticeably numb leg bones stiffening as I continue to step restricting my singing and dancing blood...

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You came from Jamaica a lowly migrant climbing into my window sending me threats terrifying terrorizing my children shooting in my home for my American poetry devastating you held on to my abusive ex husband your gunman my hitman killed at my feet just in the nick of time I fled for my very life...

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Assassin in my entity... Discreet is my identity. Marksmanship of sharp precision... Targets - victims by decision. An unknown caller on my phone Following ceasing dial tone. Fast and brief, our conversation... Extraction of information. Our secret meeting then takes place... Through darkness - eyes without a face. Their speech and talk of no surprise... Tone of their voice, I recognise. The offering of my contract... To off...

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Killing bit of soul everyday Is only one gun hammer click away Hidden behind the blanketed curtain Hidden from sight so sure of a win And shielded force from the light of day A murderous horde of sold out souls Claiming blood beating fearfully cold For crimes of unwitting imagination Committed and unsuccessfully sold Without communication...

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I was once a reckless vagabond Exploring the world with a brave heart and an empty hand People fear the sound of my name For I am wild, savage, and untamed I’ve fought countless of battles and win them all I’ve caused numbers of nations to fall I’ve burned my enemies down to the ground The swinging swords has...

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Signal fires by the second ignite the abyss Only an assassin of the deep that knows not to miss Love in the universe more than defines this Darkness is given more than a trillionth kiss Snaking through the galaxy distruction in its hiss Identifying as a rock it will leave a mark on this premiss Gone will be all worries brought...

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"An Equitable Assassin Trying to be Nice" ...he slides the coldies across the table, the beer, American not as sharp, but slides down quick, smoothly clean cold crisp he thinks, lips ripe for kissing the prints warm the motive missing somewhere lost in the hallelujahs Jacob’s Ladder crawling with footprints hands, fingers and lips all over glass walls Snow White doesn’t sleep at all, but ... cool as a block...

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How do they hit us: Rude shocks? You wait until your heart locks: From sent clinic: the raw facts, With God making the last parts... Coronary a seizure, Quite silly exact measure; The plague you may just picture For a straight warning lecture: Heart attack an assassin That strikes bases not on sin... Sure, its a Cardiac Arrest Working closely with unrest: For the famous who...

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Sharp pain in my side! Big reaction! For a stabber I'll show no compassion! I search 'neath my clothes; Oops! No crime, I suppose When Sir Underwire is the assassin !...

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this city I already know I've been dying on it since forever I killed every bit of illusion here I was bad and I was naive and I was good there is no street that hasn't made me cry the trees serve as witnesses they saw me dodging the assassins that finally killed my dreams it's not that I gave up I just got...

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While Wendy* writes with whimsy, wit, Poor Peter pens pedantic prose. Sonya spins sublime, sweet sonnets, Bernardo’s ballads badly blow. How heavenly has Heather honed, Alas, Alicia: anguish, angst. Tammy’s timbre: thrilling, tasteful. Ralph’s rhymes: repeating, rarely ranked. Seems some sing sharp, succinct, short songs; Oft others’ odes, odd, obfuscate. Muses marking / missing meter, Enrapture else excruciate. ————— *nobody known knowingly named for the Alliteration - Old or...

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OH THAT COLOURFUL DESIGN… That colourfully designed paper that can make one insane… Crazily sought after by young and old, Humans live on it till they die Always throwing men into mayhem. Preferred above nature Preferred above love Preferred above the beings Even above the universe. Religious houses,homes,society are in trouble, Can make you powerful with it And hopeless without it. A scarce tool which everyone...

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Assassin Jinnatul Hossain Tanim Listen, listen, listen, ungrateful, unfaithful assassin has dreamed of liberation. In the Second World War, the world leader Hitler whispered the wreckage of the wreckage of the world. How many crores in plunder, how many miles, All written in Israel, Listen, listen, listen, listen, heretics, beasts, the cries of the newborn...

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