Best Cold Blood Poems
You read in the papers you watch on the news
Coalition soldiers amidst as the killing accrues
In these theatres of war we lose many lives
In these wars of man only death thrives
But every so often there's a turn for the good
A life is saved they couldn't do what they could
The lives of a family murdered by cowards
Shot in cold blood bullets they showered
But from this tragedy a life was saved
It's of a little girl and a soldier who braved
A Chief Master Sergeant in the USAF
Allows mans humanity to kindly show face
This little girl who was saved was shot in the head
He stayed by her side for she should have been dead
To see pictures like this in the theatres of war
Maybe it's understandable to see what we fight for
An alleged soldier in wanton family wipe
What takes a soldier to become their type
My heart goes out to this little girl
And all the other children caught up in this war ridden world
Written on the spur of the moment after receiving a picture from Sara Kendrick
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-4.php
Categories:
cold blood, angst, family, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier - Canada
We all know you now
You have fallen at our feet
You have guarded them all with life and limb
Noble and brave
Only to fall at a cowards last call
You have stirred the souls of the unknown heroes
Their appall shall seek the just dues of our defamers and saboteurs
Young lads who now welcome you in the hereafter
Shall haunt our enemies from near or afar
The drum rolls sound, as the rifles salute
The Unknown Soldier
You are unknown no more
Notes: In memory of Nathan Cirillo and Patrice Vincent both killed in cold blood on the week of Oct 26, 2014 by cowards in the name of Islam. Nathin Cirillo was standing guard at the tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
Also in memory to the 1000’s of unknown soldiers, young men, who fought so that we may be free.
Categories:
cold blood, soldier, violence, war,
Form:
Light Verse
Serial Murder in Haiku
Murder one: Mary Lou
A prostitute dead
Motionless body cold blood
Killer on the loose
Murder Two: Stephaney
Body found in ditch
Brutally mutilated
Police have no clue
Murder Three: Erica
Another girl dead
Throat slit in dark alleyway
Body left no clue
Murder Four: Julie
Girl strangled in car
Hand prints found around her neck
Police have a clue
Murder Five: The catch
Murder of four girls
Sentence to life in prison
No chance of parole
Categories:
cold blood, murder,
Form:
Haiku
Oh, March
you pompous windbag
howling in the hollows
of Winters fade.
Scattering Fall’s gold
across warmed mud,
billowing tree bound
plastic bag kites,
hoisting the weightless hawk.
Oh March
you city street sweeper
funneling debris
down tunneled alleys,
tearing at the edges
of flailing flags,
hastening the pace
of lethargy’s malaise.
Oh March
you docile lamb
caressing soft peeking buds,
nurturing the squawk
of nestlings,
nudging idle cocoons
to wakefulness,
warming ophidian
cold blood.
Oh March
you are the hint
of warming’s kiss
titillating Spring’s yawn.
John G. Lawless
©3/1/2018
Categories:
cold blood, confusion, march,
Form:
Free verse
Her death STARING me down
Staring. . .
Her drooping eyes dangling low
Warm blood
COLD blood!
Don’t come any nearer!
I told you to leave!
You killed them all, one by one
I did it for you!
DON’T BLAME ME FOR LOVING YOU!
Give me a kiss. . .stay quiet
NO! Tell me it’s a lie
. . .
This must be a nightmare
The nightmare ends here—I swear
Hold me close and we’ll comfort each other
While they pass by
You’ll be safe, unharmed
And then you can run, you beautiful soul
It’s too late to run, remember?
I lied
There’s still a way out
You’re only giving me a shred of hope
Hope. . .
So you can tear it all down
Tear them all down. . .
We’re together. . .just you and me, And Nobody
I’m scared of you
What’s new?
Use me to save you
You were built to destroy
To CHASE
Run. . .run. . .I beg you to run
I’m not going anywhere
The pain has just begun
Hide. . .hide. . .they’re coming inside
Let them come
I’ll never say goodbye
You left me with Nobody
And Nobody is me
So I’m stuck with you and you’re stuck with me
I want you to go over there
Don’t look—turn around
They will enter me and you will see The Nobody
I’m not scared of Nobody
YES YOU ARE. . .
Run. . .run. . .please run. . .
No I’m not
Bodily odors and sulfur
Blood and oath—SUFFER!
Categories:
cold blood, angst, confusion, depression, me,
Form:
Free verse
Three 'Palestinians' murder innocents
three Jewish women in cold blood
Then dance on rooftops and in the street
where fellow bullies and cowards nightly meet
When murdered themselves
in a targeted assassination
Their 'PA' government cries 'Revenge'
against Israel's 'aggressive operation'
O, when will the world open its eyes
to confront these egregious Arab lies
To forever wipe out Palestinian terror enclaves
Let innocents sleep in their beds ~ not blood-stained graves
Categories:
cold blood, innocence, jewish, murder, violence,
Form:
Narrative
The morning illuminated her face:
While deep in a sweet sleep she wondered why
She couldn’t see through the glowering darkness;
But in the morn she was amazed at the light –
Though she did not know that it was called light,
And where it did come from no one told her:
What does half year old baby understand!
Her eyes were beautiful heavenly stars
And her face was the morning eastern sky;
The patriots of our great country regarded her,
So the splendor of a future nation was greater
For she would be the sun-smile of tomorrow
When today’s sun would set away.
The morning illuminated her face:
But, so sad, a bullet came from the heart
Of the jungle, from the mouth of a tiger
And burst into her half a year old head.
Hear all of you: so the babe died.
Her dead face was full of sparkling tears:
The tinsel on the lifeless face, was end of a future.
Notes :Baby Samantha Pendo was killed in cold blood in Kisumu City after chaos erupted following the 08/08/2017 elections in Kenya.
Categories:
cold blood, baby,
Form:
Free verse
When our flag is torn and burned I yearn
For an America I once knew.
When our patriots fall I hear the call
Of cold blood red, white and blue.
And hearing the talk from those that mock
The beauty of our beliefs,
I’m reminded that freedom’s price
Isn’t always pure, sweet peace.
As the eagle dares in places where
Some will never see;
Higher ground where love is found
America aims to be.
God bless all those who gave their all
That others might remain,
In liberty’s light through day and night
They did not go down in vain.
Sail on, sail on,
Sail onward homeward bound…
Making this world a better place,
True freedom you have found.
Though human thoughts and words cannot
Apprehend all your good treasures,
Laying down your life for friends
Goes beyond all human measure.
Sail on, sail on,
Sail onward homeward bound…
God bless you all who gave your all
That we living might sleep sound.
All you noble warriors
And lovers of democratic dreams:
Salutations, admiration,
Laurels of inestimable esteem.
From now on through eternity
To thrones of noble realms;
We give thanks for all your selflessness
And bid you fond farewell.
Categories:
cold blood, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
A pleasant evening
Romantic streets in Paris
Killed, done in cold blood
Picture as warzone
Music stops and ball rolling
A nightmares in live
The death in Paris
Fire with assault rifle
France close its borders
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
A definition of evil: Goodness absence - No compassion
Are some people born without heart and becomes obsessed with the power of evil ?
Fear and crying
Gurgling stream of hate
My pain for the world
Give me your hand
Always by your side
14.11.2015 A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Categories:
cold blood, cry, evil,
Form:
Haiku
Sarah Johnson is, and will always be a cold, heartless murderer. She has no empathy for what she did to both of her own parents, Diane and Alan Johnson. Her friends and family can't even believe that a sweet girl would kill both of her own parents over some guy. They knew that Sarah wasn't supposed to get into this so-called "serious relationship" with this guy named Bruno Santos. The illegal immigrant was three years older than her, especially when he is still known for having a criminal history. It's sad to hear that Mr. and Mrs. Johnson had to die that soon. The entire Johnson family had their lives ahead of them. Sarah Johnson is a heartless liar, an assassin, and on top of all that, she has no soul. The girl was afraid that both of her parents would go to the police and have her so-called "boyfriend" arrested and charged for statutory rape, so Miss Johnson killed them. Now, that was a cowardly move. The reason why Sarah Johnson had killed both of her own parents (mother and father) is because for one, they were going to send him straight to jail for dating a then-sixteen-year-old and they grounded her for life, as in, "indefinitely." Everybody, including her brother, knows that Sarah has no heart and no soul. But in the end, I guess society is better off with Sarah Marie Johnson in prison for the rest of her life. And as far as the citizens of Bellevue, Idaho, her family and her high school friends are concerned, prison is where she belongs. She wasn't abused by both of her parents, but I still can't believe she killed them in cold blood. Now that's what everybody's talking about: a cold, calculates sociopath with no remorse for what she did and had felt no empathy. Sarah Johnson will always be remembered as a bad woman with a selfish ego. And if all types of homicides (matricide, fratricide, and/or parricide) continue to increase, there's no telling what bad thing might happen next.
Categories:
cold blood, anniversary, death, family, parents,
Form:
Name
Oh ye ruthless hearts,
scoundrel is thy name.
For you have taken all there is
and left nothing more to claim.
What sick mind, and what sick deeds
did you follow down this track-?
No man,no God,nor creature made
instinctively,takes more
than what he needs.
Unless he willing be- to pay,
the ultimate price of greed.
How senseless, how callous,
for you to deplete us empty,
As mother nature you have robbed
the ability to replenish our plenty.
Gluttony pumps your stone cold blood-
Agony shall be your just reward-
Even a dog would understand the
laws that nature does command.
But you seem to be hell bent -
On making our God a Liar.
What is this unrighteous cause
to which you wholeheartedly aspire?
This will be the death of you,
and you'll torment in the fire.
Oh ye ruthless heart,
scoundrel be your name.
For you have hasten backward steps.
against what God has proclaimed.
Sinking in the quickening sand
You witness the suffering with your eyes:
Yet you call yourself a man.
Disaster, much of which you've caused,
and still you feel no shame.
Oh ye ruthless and inhumane
Monsanto be thy name.
We who love life protest;
Yet you stand,unmoved,unconcerned,
and your actions remain unchanged
Categories:
cold blood, earth day, poetry, poverty,
Form:
Classicism
Farewell to Mustafa Bad reddine
We salute you
Murderer of humanity
You have received your just rewards
Zulfiqar has sliced you to pieces
Mohamed spits on your body parts
On examination they saw
The sum of the parts has no heart
You tried to fell the great trees
The cedars of Lebanon
You failed
Rafik Hariri now has you on a leash
You thought you were Daesh
Your army of hatred
Gives you Hitler salutes
While intellectuals feed you pork grinds
You are now buried
In hells fires with your fellow pigs
In morning headlines of the news today
We Celebrate
At the breakfast table
With bacon an eggs and coffee so sweet
Your death, truly was a treat
This man killed 1000’s in cold blood, Americans, Israeli’s, Jews, Christians and Muslims, for him blood was simply blood. That 1000’s attend his funeral shows you how we have yet to learn about humanity.
Rafik Hariri was the Lebanese Prime Minster killed in a car bombing in old Beirut, organized by Syria and Bashar al Assad and carried out by Hezbollah and Mustafa Bad reddine.
Zulfiqar = great sword
Categories:
cold blood, allah, angst, arabic, bible,
Form:
Free verse
Before It Is To Late
Oh ye ruthless hearts,
scoundrel is thy name.
For you have taken all there is
and left nothing more to claim.
What sick mind, and what sick deeds
did you follow down this track-?
No man,no God,nor creature made
instinctively,takes more
than what he needs.
unless he willing be- to pay,
the ultimate price of greed.
How senseless, how callous,
for you to deplete us empty,
As mother nature you have robbed
the ability to replenish our plenty.
Gluttony pumps your stone cold blood-
Agony shall be your just reward-
Even a dog would understand the
laws that nature does command.
But you seem to be hell bent -
On making our God a Liar.
What is this unrighteous cause
to which you wholeheartedly aspire?
This will be the death of you,
and you'll torment in the fire.
Oh ye ruthless heart,
scoundrel be your name.
For you have hasten backward steps.
against what God has proclaimed.
Sinking in the quickening sand
You witness the suffering with your eyes:
Yet you call yourself a man.
Disaster, much of which you've caused,
and still you feel no shame.
Oh ye ruthless and inhumane
Monsanto be thy name.
We who love life protest;
Yet you stand,unmoved,unconcerned,
and your actions remain unchanged
Categories:
cold blood, abuse, corruption, murder, poverty,
Form:
Classicism
Not to die or to perish or to fall off a cliff
Not to disappear from the hearts of others
Not to drowned, stuck in a submarine
like a can of tuna. I never want to reek of tuna
or reek of cigarettes. I don't want to party
so hard I end up in jail, eating nutri-loaf.
Nutri-loaf is supposed to be nutritious
but it taste like pig-guts mixed with sawdust.
Not to end up on the news because some racist
murdered me in cold blood. They could kill me
because i'm gay, because i'm black, because
I do the right thing and have progressive opinions.
I don't want to get in a fight with a half-goat,
half-woman creature at a bar, but tyrannies
are so prepared to fight. I swear all tyrannies
carry pepper-spray and brass knuckles, which is why
I want to be friends with these people.
Do you know what an Ass Assassin is?
It's a gay man just like a **** Stabber
is a gay man. Lesbians don't really
have anything that funny to be called.
Some people call them Bean Flickers,
but that only makes sense if they are Mexican.
Everything is so mixed up these days.
Some people would say life is like a box
of chocolates. You never know what you are
going to get. You might get herpes or syphilis
Pray to god you don't get AIDS, but that's not
as bad as it used to be.It's worse to get audited
by the IRS. I don't expect much out of life,
but i hope to get better health insurance
and maybe if i am real lucky a girlfriend.
Categories:
cold blood, depression, girlfriend, immigration, meaningful,
Form:
Imagism
The cry for peace
The pain of innocent blood-flow
The perplexity of having a tomorrow
The losses of our loved ones
The moan and grown for our life security
For it is a new Kenya
Where me you make no sense in a sapiens mindset
Brotherhood a word that lost meaning
Kenya only means boundary to them
Does guilt eat up a mans mind
Does the scene of a cold blood offer a crown
Or is it all under the so called cartels?
Am worried.
Categories:
cold blood, africa, betrayal, conflict, peace,
Form:
Light Verse