Best Assassin Poems

An assassin drew his dagger
but hesitated a while for the victim was undecided
at that moment
he saw a shadow passing by

he followed the shadow
and stabbed the back.

The shadow let out a scream
and fell to the ground
at that moment 
an egg 
cracked open to hatch a chick....

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Tension palpable, one can cut it with a knife
As the quiet assassin glides with unfettered ease,
Wreaking mayhem, misery and strife,
Choosing victims from anyone he sees.

No border, boundary, wall to hold
This wily master of his trade,
His mere presence causing misery untold,
Scant protection from his voracious blade.

We...

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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;...

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It was February 2002 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, and WWF No Way Out), that Jessica McCord and her then-husband, Jeff, killed Alan Bates and his new wife, Terra. Before their deaths, Alan "A.B." was in a custody battle against his ex-wife to have determined who'll...

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Am I the Assassin 
        or the Undertaker

                   For Palani 

         ...

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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...

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“Let me introduce myself
I am simple, I am ‘Green’
The planet’s very first, 
Non-localized and multi-form, 
Unstoppable assassin, 
I'm friendly to environment, 
Discriminating too, 
A truly no mess death machine
But if I want you dead you are.”
SO PAY ATTENTION TO ME PLEASE.”

“I kill but with a...

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She assassin; smooth and sultry,
moves through the night air so swiftly,
her straight legs in the shadows moves,
she takes your last breath away smooth.

A red carnation's her ticket plus,
wine spirits moistens her mouth's
inhaling her blond in pipe -
a payment rendered for her plight.

A killer not. Murderer?...

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Come meet the assassin of youth-
Breath stinks! But he’s got swagger
Possessing the college kids- got them confused!

Come meet the assassin of youth-
Granddads thinking they are 22
Sweet talking minds in kind
The Jamaican – a stereotype

Come meet the assassin of youth
Barack on cloud 9
David didn't deny
Bill had...

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“. . .The blond assassin passes on.
The sun proceeds unmoved . . .”
( from "Apparently With No Surprise" by Emily Dickinson)

A blond assassin was he, but not quite the same as the one
personified by the poet Dickinson; her assassin was the frost.
Mine had a similar...

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Not every assassin 
is aye seen as is seen.

Volodymyr Knyr
2017...

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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...

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Target identified,
a job to do.
Take it out
by next Friday.
Watch it's moves,
get prepared.
Pick the method,
dry run through.
Check equipment;
all working.

Don't stand out,
merge with the crowd.
A true professional;
a face, a dollar,
nothing personal.

It leaves the hotel,
the time has come.
Words are shot;
a suicide tonight.
Knowledge is lethal,
speech can kill....

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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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[Paraphrase-translation of the song from Lady Snowblood.]

Bright dusk buried in snow
Only the sound of a baying hound
And my wooden geta break the silence
I stride with the weight of Heaven on my mind

I embrace these nights
My paper umbrella is more than it seems
I have walked this...

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