Best Deathwoman Poems
From an early sequel of “Nightmare on Elm Street”
I cringe when the blond woman screams
Reveal her where-about to the ruthless reaper of souls.
This nightmare will be her final dream.
I cringe when the blond woman screams.
Death has a face that can not be seen.
He stole her breath with steel, so cold.
I cringe when the blond woman screams
Reveal her where-about to the ruthless reaper of souls.
Life at times just ain't fair. It teaches a bitter lesson.
I go to look at myself, but in the mirror I see your
reflection.
So hard you had tried. So hard you put up a fight, but
you couldn't prevail when the death-angel took you that
fateful night.
I curse the day when I heard that ring. I went to pick up
the phone. I lost all consciousness when I heard she was
dead and gone.
I didn't want to believe it. How could this possibly be?
My bestfriend has left me! Always she stood by me.
My day was a good one until the moment I lost you. How am
I to face the night when the sun went down with you?
Somebody out there is crying. You lost someone so dear.
I know how it feels when you cannot stop your tears.
A wife has lost her husband. So many years they stood
strong. Suddenly he was taken, leaving this woman to
grieve and moan.
A husband has lost his wife. Behind him she always stood.
She held the standard of a woman on how to treat her man
good.
A son has lost his mother. He tries to keep moving ahead.
But he can't...often finding himself by her grave instead.
To mothers, fathers, children, cousins, aunts and uncles
to. Tell eachother that you love them before the sun sets
on you.
The sun sets on us thus bringing on the night. It goes
around to rise again giving us its radiant light.
Though you're gone
I'll remember you,
This my friend that much is true.
You'll rise again
Sleep on my friend
The sun will rise again with you.
He lies on the floor.
The only color visible is red.
Blood against the walls, Blood against the door.
And a bullet in his head.
A gun in his hand.
His index on the trigger.
This death has been planned.
His body begins to rigor.
A suicide? Is that what you assume?
Well my friends you are mistaken .
There are two men in this room
And only one's life has been taken.
Now as the plot begins to thicken.
A woman enters and sees the setting.
With fear she is now stricken.
She now faints because the scene far too upsetting.
Little did the young woman know,
This man killed his friend for her.
What he hadn't known would've filled even I with woe .
She loved neither him nor the other.
Now the killer pulls the trigger once more and kills himself and his soul rises above.
But it shall descend, for he has killed a long time friend for a short time love.