Best Assassination Poems

A  fertile wind  lures a petting call
from the bull who  will swim the Lough.
Immortality lurks within its perfume
of dynasty and a future king.

The scent of tomorrow makes love extinct
for our genes are perfumed with success.
Prada and Versace can make the lemon sweet
but...

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Conviction so precise, I launch missiles of truth
Indestructible rhymes, unbreakable and shatterproof
 
Infiltrating your foundation and breaching your walls
Collapse on your composure cause your conscience to fall
 
I can convert your beliefs, cause philosophical treason
Alter your perception like the changing of seasons
 
Cutting down your...

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Assassinated! Four of our presidents died,
A killer's shot and our people cried,
The killers were caught and paid for their crimes,
Two were shot, the others did their time.

Attempts on the lives of seven more
Made guarding the president a dangerous chore,
The Secret Service took over in 1901,
But...

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So this southern bigot wants to be President?
From which hell hole was this guy sent?
He believes he can pull the nomination off, it seems.
Well, I will put an end to all his dreams.
I am following this dude all over the country,
despite his large campaigning itinerary.
When...

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Was Lennon's death a nations shame?
   The question is, why did he die?
   Psychotic dreams were thought to blame.

   His stance on peace, did fan the flame.
   The assassin said that John did lie.
   Was...

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One in many tens,
She reaches the Moon,
The Moon is conspicuous,
It palpates the Sun.

An unwritten thaumaturgy,
You wonder her crime
She quivers in melancholy,
Crimson puddle of dreams & reality,
Why some colors never mix?

Pressed against the wall,
Beneath the invisible glass,
With few taps of fingertips,
Ashamed soul cries,
It smiles,
A withered dying...

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So cold, concrete heart! Absent soul, unable to love.

Your warm tears only leave me frozen. 

Ice flows through your veins

Frosty demeanor, feeding off the vulnerable!

Like a sadistic vampire, draining the energy of naive souls, doomed to sink into your abyss.

Your fangs of poison limit my...

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Flaws people whose bones,
Lives in glass houses should not
Be throwing stones....

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Does my PTSD gets in the way of my character  by
Unknown  and recognized faces in any situations to
neutralize my energy? Because of someone 's else
Pre judgments, forced opinions,  making false
deliberate  spoken assumptions with slandering,  personal 
attacts. My character Assassinations 

My...

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It was brief and short sad moment of time
That still flashes and rings in the painful memory of the country
Enjoying and his wife Mary Todd the play 'Our American Cousin'
In the midst of the laughter and roar of the audience
A southerner John Wilkes Booth full...

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On this silent night you won’t hear a sound until it’s already over
With blood thirsty eyes are blades will kiss their throats
Paint these walls with the blood of the family
When the crow caws at midnight begin the killing
This cold feeling of assassination turning to a...

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I want to create something brilliant,
make my mark,
produce something so spectacular:
It’s in a different ball-park.
But I have no inclination
how to achieve my masterpiece,
so the spawn of my mind
is already deceased.
My words don’t function,
when I have urges to right.
Serious messages to convey,
but my metaphors aren’t write.
I...

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With sadness, that never ceased,
I watched your Father shot on live television.
I was living in Chicago and Elena, a baby 
in my arms asleep.
Your Father, Robert had just won California 
and “on to Chicago” was his mission.

Sirhan-Sirhan., anti-Isreal, pro-Palestinian ,
shot your father in the hotel’s...

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In nineteen eighty on
December eighth
Who could imagine
John Lennon
Aged only forty
The peace activist
Famous for bed-in
"Give Peace a Chance" 
And criticism of the Vietnam War 
Brutally assassinated
In front of his Manhattan home
Shot in the back 
Who could imagine

His life nothing but 
A legacy of peace and love...

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Mahatma Gandhi: Oct.2, 1869-Jan.30,1948

In Birla House, his gatherings Bapu
Greeted with prayers, solace, and comfort
And cheerfully rose, clasping hands with few
Humming Vashnava Jana To in sort.

In frisky style Bapu exited door
To trail of family and friends in cue
To greet gatherers cheering by the score
Whispering, Ram, Ram,...

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