Best Homicidal Poems
x You,
the one who hurts me.
x You,
the one who chains me.
x You,
the one who controls me like a puppet.
x You,
the one who has my strings tied to your fingers.
x You're making my choices yours and I've gotten used having no say.
x Weave the webbing you create,
Trap me like a fly.
x Everytime you hurt me,
I manage to pretend that I am blind.
Im clearly not but I lie and tell myself
"She cant be that bad!"
... Can she?
x To me you're like a cigarette,
Im addicted to your love despite it being the thing that's killing me, I don't want to stop but this time I won't let myself answer your calls.
x Instead,
you fill up my head.
Memories,
Cravings,
Feelings.
Withdrawal drowns me.
x I should burn every excuse I made for your abuse,
But I don't.
x Keep promising myself I won't go back to you,
But I've never quit successfully.
x Halfway through another cigarette,
I promised it'd be my last 3 packs ago.
But I knew I'd likely never quit.
I don't even get a buzz anymore,
I feel nothing for them.
x I feel nothing for you.
Pain is fuel for frustration,
Because I don't have a will to quit.
x You lassoed me and pulled me in,
just to tear me and my everything apart.
Thoughts of you flood back any time I leave,
a voice of silk whispering to me.
Claiming one more time won't hurt.
I'm not strong enough to ignore it and it senses my fear.
x I said it was the last time last time. x
x I know the damage even a tiny taste can do.
I swear it's the last hit I'll take of you.
x I don't wanna be alone.
I tell myself your toxic love is like cigarettes or drugs.
Addictive, deadly, and damage can only be seen with the eye of time.
x I need to find a way out of your faux love web,
but I can't see through the fog your kiss leaves.
x You're like a cigarette. I'm desperate to stop but at the same time, I don't wanna quit.
PersephonesPain
Info
Entry #1
Date
Wed. x 00:30-06:10 x 26-1-22
Inspo
Nicotine, P!aTD.
Categories:
homicidal, abuse, addiction, girlfriend, love,
Form:
Narrative
Harassing me for days now
Landing on my eyelid
Nosing up my nostril
Tickling my ankles
and every other exposed body part
Little bastard...
Fly-Swatter? Jack be nimble, Jack...
Folded bath towel? (Lamp destroyed)
Raid? Sprayed til I sneezed and choked
and had to quickly retreat outside
(I may have poisoned myself)
Little bastard...
Last night it buzzed me awake
I injured various body parts
(Bloody nose, ruptured eardrum)
Little bastard...
I want to murder it
I want to assassinate it
but I want to capture it first
pull off it’s puny little wings
and watch it scramble on the floor
all the while crawling behind
laughing, shouting and jeering
'How you like THEM apple peelings?'
before I jump to the ceiling (Boink)
before I stomp and then grind
in a mad and homicidal rage
Little bastard...
Epilogue:
Whew! I’m feeling pretty okay now
The medication helps immeasurably
I know now why they’re called Asylums
They are refuge from a brutal environment
a world dominated and controlled by---Bssst!!
Little BASTARD...
Categories:
homicidal, angst, insect,
Form:
Light Verse
America's (Idle) Pastime
From New York, Austin, and L.A.,
From Cleveland and Seattle,
Ingloriously they screech or bray
In an auditioning battle.
And by the time we all feel sick,
(the judges homicidal!),
we get to know from whom we’ll pick
our next great Singing Idol.
For the "A GROOK FOR ALL OCCASIONS" Poetry Contest of Suzzette Crous
(using topic one, annoying sound and also etc topic, on a TV show I actually love!)
Categories:
homicidal, funny,
Form:
Grook
love is a vicious posion
that has no comparison.
the black death, aids, cancer, ebola
are not even close to its ranpit death toll.
homicide and suicide follows this deadly
mind configuring disease.
Given in the right dosage
It is harmless and offer cures to many
diseases that pre-exist.
Given heavily, an overdosage offers
adverse reactions and deadly side effects
when a person is force to go cold turkey.
It spikes up jealousy, envy, rage, depression,
and madness like no other posion on earth it
spirals out of control.
The poison affects first the heart
when it is first introduced to the body.
when it is suddenly taken away
the posion migrates to the brain.
where dellusions festor and revenge
becomes inevitable.
uncontrollabe rage takes over the mind
and harbors itself deep into the brain.
where it grows to the point of hostile takeover.
the host suffers from great depression that turns
into suicidal and homicidal tendencies.
without the proper anti-venium the
ability to restrain because weak.
the drive to live becomes no more.
Purpose of life
becomes meaningless.
death plagues the mind and
a life or lives are taken.
blood spilled over passion, desires and love.
love is a poison
that noone can outrun.
Categories:
homicidal, death, love hurts, metaphor,
Form:
God is greater than the crush that caused the crater
The liars that always said, "Not now but certainly later."
The promise of pay to the delivery of dust
The raising of hope...happiness turns into rust
Always another tall tale about tomorrow...about some sunny day
They're like metal to a magnet...stuck like glue
Scorched like moths...screaming in the flames
God is greater than those monstrous mind movies
Playing so savage in the static
Like toys in the attic with see through souls
Broken, bent and bad way down in bottomless holes
The cruelty of cowards...go along to get along
That same sad song
Sometimes you've got to stand even when there's nothing to stand on
Stretching my soul like a rotted rubber band...any second set to snap
Smiles of sarcasm leave their own sick stamps
Light a lamp or damn the dark
Time to bite and not to bark
Take it out of the park and out of the playground
Shine that spiritual light on the lost and never found
God is greater than any supernatural serpent
Any superpowered evil eyed murder and money makers
Treasure takers and twisted tools
Tragic fiends and terror fools
Friends and foes alike with multiple bad beliefs
Scarecrows made out of sticks and straw who think they're made of steel and stone
Flooded with fear they stay all alone
Lost in clouds of confusion...destructive are their delusions
Beaten and bruised...blackened and blue
No will to win...born only to lose
Consequence for the chaos
Come down to my knees as I take it to the cross
God is greater than any hellion or hater...any psychopathic puppet on paper
Any crime crusader or insanity invader
Nevermind this nightmare
This world of wickedness that's full of homicidal henchmen and treacherous traitors
Yeah, I know the truth and the truth has set me free
God is greater and greater is He
Categories:
homicidal, faith, father,
Form:
Blank verse
He smiles in my direction as he walks in the door
And laughs at my heart, now a puddle on the floor,
The people walking by turn, point and stare,
I repeat over and over, “there’s nothing there…”
Rains of passion, waves of homicidal angst,
You can’t look backwards and still walk straight,
A million signs are screaming out at you:
Stop-danger-watch out-you’re running too
Quickly, swiftly your friends all walk away,
I’d like to say something, but it’d be so cliché,
Silently you sit and watch them go,
Hoping inside that they don’t know,
Maybe they won’t know, but everybody knows…
I think of you and I think about stars,
Captured fireflies in marmalade jars,
Beautiful reminders of what may have been,
But the fire goes out, and they lay there dead...
He says, “The poison doesn’t do it for me anymore,
I need a pain to leave me lying gasping on the floor,”
My eyes go cloudy as he looks to yesterday,
I say, “I never meant to hurt you anyways...”
It broke my heart, I almost cried
To see you hurting, so broke inside,
Twist, plunge deeper, lemon and salt it so,
Some suffer in silence, I’ve come to know,
You’d rather be alone, you asked me to go...
The colors flew around the walls,
How I got here I don’t recall,
He handed me the bottle and I didn’t think twice,
"Just get rid of the pain, whatever the price..."
I think we danced, at least we may’ve,
Silly boy, to think I’d misbehave,
He said, “I bet I can change your mind,”
Slow down, stop, (learn to) rewind,
“Hold my hand,” I pleaded, to who?
I don’t think so, that’s not something I’d do,
Stop, not there, leave me alone,
I don’t want to be touched anymore…
A glance at the reflection as I pass a mirror,
I thought I saw a smile, but it disappeared,
Spin around and around, a crystal ball,
Reality’s a mist that surrounds us all…
Categories:
homicidal, confusion, death, depression, devotion,
Form:
Couplet
Arrows of anger pierce my heart with their hate...one spark on the tip sets a nuclear blaze
Lost in a homicidal haze I'm looking for love
I'm surrounded by ravens...Where are the doves?
Now I twist and I turn
I'm playing the fool...as you fiddle I burn
Shooting arrows of anger my need is like Nero
I turn into a hellion and I used to be a hero
Halos turn into horns
Sweet love turns to sour scorn
Decaying in the darkness...blasphemous babies get born
With silent invisible needles and threads...sowing and reaping my soul into death
My blood starts to boil as I kick in the door
I'm playing the fool...as you fiddle I burn
Shooting arrows of anger the poison's too strong
Distorting what's right and deluting what's wrong
Satan sings his sad songs for junkies forced to listen
With his thousand string fiddles he enslaves and enlists them
Doing his bidding...running riot through Rome
Forging into forever now I'm gone like a ghost
Can't see the fire in this sea of smoke
I'm playing the fool...as you fiddle I burn
God raise up the shield for a day of defense...
shooting their arrows they just won't relent
Time to repent as they ruthlessly attack...for devils and demons there's no turning back
Lord take it back I don't want it anymore
Even the score and make the tide soon turn
Cause the devil's a fool...as You fiddle he burns
Categories:
homicidal, faithanger, , sweet love,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm Agonizing every Word that my mind Creates
You've done this all to me
release your wrath to Me
You wonder How much a Human Heart can take
I've reached the limit
You've invaded me on every level
none of this is Mine anymore
I can't bleed enough for You
We're through
This, This Torture
Homicidal With You
Suicidal Without You
Feel Free to abuse
If it's you I won't lose
The Winds push away
The Vines pull forth
I'm at a lose on what to do
So very lost and Confused
Don't say we're through
Homicidal With You
Suicidal Without You
I Hate you
...Don't leave me
I push you so far away
But need you so close
I'm on the edge
you're all I really need
I'll do anything
Just don't Abandoned me
leaving has it's toll
Homicidal With You
Suicidal Without You
Categories:
homicidal, allegory, angst, confusion, death,
Form:
Lyric
Depression is not treated by putting on lip stick
you stand in the mirror and put on the tears snot
drooling in your mouth behind the curtains awaiting
to go out on stage and face an eager audience depression
stings like a bee you painfully feel it you can't hide by journaling
writing poetry being clinically depressed takes constant
medication to control the chemical imbalance inside the brain
every brain in different although everyone gets sad it's a human
emotion being depressed for life is a cancer that has to be
treated professionally or the consequences can be very fatal
millions die every year from suicide sadly homicidal suicides
no one should encourage anyone in such a state to just write
a book glamorize depression this euphoric thinking results
in suicide notes and suicide planning this can be a dangerous
ticking time bomb without medication why all suicide notes are
poetic lyrics mental health ptsd are not a greatest hit anyone
I mean anyone in such a state needs to put down the lipstick
put down the pen stop typing suicide notes do yourself a favor
and make that call I did thirty years ago I am still taking
medication in therapy and writing poetry I'm alive I survived
my own suicide many are not alive to tell their story or just
write poetry or publish a book don't be a deadline the greatest
poets are read only after death don't make your suicide note
a greatest hit on your own life save yourself save someone you
love get help stay own your meds clock is a ticking notebook
by: yolanda nicholsen
written 2-14-2024 2:07 am.
valentines day.
In loving memory of Virginia Woolfe
Categories:
homicidal, blue, courage, faith, health,
Form:
Lyric
My name is Mario and I have an ingrate for a brother, his name is Luigi.
Even though our games are in my name, he's always had it better than me.
He needs to be taught a lesson and it will be left up to me to teach.
The sorry bastard takes everything, he even married Princess Peach.
He always got all of the attention from our father and mother.
Now he wants our games to be called the Super Luigi Brothers.
He went over my head and asked Nintendo to change the title.
I'm so pissed off at him that I'm starting to feel homicidal.
I sued Hollywood Pictures in 1993 because they did something that really made me mad.
When they filmed the Super Mario Bros. Movie, they made me old enough to be Luigi's Dad.
I deserve seniority because I've been in more Nintendo games than Luigi.
I was in Donkey Kong and years later I was in Mike Tyson's Punch-Out as the referee.
Luigi had better learn that I will not take his sass.
If he doesn't shape up, I'm going to kick his Italian ass!
(This poem was inspired by the Super Mario Bros. Games.)
Categories:
homicidal, brother, funny, games, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Oil train sits in Lac Megantic
Town folk sleep not so frantic
Patrons socialize while they slept
Unannounced the train it crept
No such thing a train in idle
This one proved homicidal
Train engine fire silent alarm
Town unaware no fear of harm
First responders do arrive
Count all engines numbered five
Connected cars are seventy two
Full of crude what would you do
Disconnect these things on fire
Bigger problem no desire
Cut the risk to light the crude
This decision would be shrewd
Seventy two cars, assumed on brake
Town folk safe that slept on lake
Take in account train on slope
Some brakes off more danger the scope
Idle train crept no more
Picking up speed problem galore
This idle train left to chance
Never checked not even a glance
Explosion awakes town folk in slumber
Instantly town folk less fifty in number
People running saving some lives
Survivors to hear fifty bell chimes
Responsibility left to whom
This decision in the courtroom
On a slope a running car park
Driver responsible ticket don't bark
MMA you will be slandered
Go to hell with your train standard
You brought a man carrying sickle
In Quebec you control your vehicle
If you don't the charge is life
Stand in camera and take it in strife
Angry people you will see
Many more including me.
Left to idle a runaway
Change the law starting today
Always manned train must be
Someone in place we must see
Looking back cutting the cost
Was it worth all lives lost?
One more man not a big chore
Let these trains Idle no more
Categories:
homicidal, anger, anniversary, best friend,
Form:
Rhyme
Time is precious.
Time is irreplaceable.
In this moment in time
there is a moment that's favorable.
Time ticks, never stops.
From day to night
as the sun drops.
As memories rise to the occassion.
Another killed.
Investigations.
Because of want to be gangsters
and homicidal demonstrations.
Gunshots, bodies hittin the pavement
and in this time, another soul is wasted.
Lives taken.
Just reactin, not thinking.
Never waiting.
Like time.
Drugs and alchohol destroying young minds.
Too many turning down the blinds.
True saying, when they said
The blind can't lead the blind.
Too much disrespect to mankind.
Praying to God for peace of mind.
Wanting, searching,
so hard to find.
The Devil ain't kind,
still I try
because, of my pride.
Hold my head high.
Though it's hard to say goodbye.
R.I.P. to my peeps
the Devil's a lie.
Time is Precious.
Time is a memory
and as time goes on
It fades to infinty.
You will never get that second back.
In the blink of an eye
it's gone.
Just like that.
Like the people we've loved,
and the people we've lost.
In due time
we all have to pay the cost.
As we become memories in time.
In time.
Precious time.
Categories:
homicidal, absence, age, america, black
Form:
ABC
Hooked through the heart by a homicidal honey
Stung like a bee from a mind full of menace
A dangerous diamond in the midst of dust devils
In the middle of a minefield she calls me to come
Risking life, love, and limb...living only for lust
Harsh lesson in life
Distance never making a difference
Gone like a ghost...the ignorance of innocence
Like an alien lost in an angry land
Hunted by hellions with hate in their hands
All alone and alienated
Jackrabbits and junkyard jokers...annihilate and ace them
Eliminate and erase...but the beasts all look like beauties
Soon captured and caged by that corruptible coochie
Enticed at the entrance...endless eyes glow with glee
For me there is no exit or escape
Seduced and made senseless
Gone like a ghost...the ignorance of innocence
My lover is a liar...her lies are so lyrical
Lost in her labrynth on the south side of spiritual
Her heat is habitual
I'm a junkie in her jail
Committing her crimes and paying her penance
I spread wings to fly but get fried on her electrified fence
Gone like a ghost...the ignorance of innocence
Categories:
homicidal, betrayal, sexy, sin,
Form:
Blank verse
Show me the way...cause I've been so lost
Lost in lies and never counting the cost
In clouds of confusion I fall down in the fog
Drawn into diversions that take me way off course
Divided and double minded I'm spinning in cyclones in a homicidal haze
I can't wait another hour
Lord...show me the way
Show me the way...inside this crazed calamity
I drown in dark disturbing waters
I long to swim in salvation springs
I'm running till I'm ragged
Still I run those rugged roads
I can't stop or slow my pace
Will my heart and head explode?
Now I'm doing what I'm told as I watch and wait for peace
I can't wait another minute
Lord...show me the way
Show me the way...as the world it comes against me
Burning bridges that I built
Striking matches made of madness
Now my spirit's deep in sadness and my soul you have to save
I can't wait another second
Lord...show me the way
Now the sun it starts to shine
Dark clouds they disappear
My fears that turned to fire are put out by Heavens tears
And the hate that turned to heat has turned to warmth and righteous rays
I thank you Lord 4ever...keep showing me the way
Categories:
homicidal, god,
Form:
Blank verse
An extra shot of whiskey,
To keep my hands steady,
A potent dosage of psycho,
To kill everyone in this fermented grotto,
A torrent of tears,
To drown my homicidal regrets and masochistic fears.
Sadistically driven by revenge claimed so long ago,
Sewing makeshift stitches over my gaping emotional wounds,
Accumulated from years of abuse that created our antihero,
Performing nightly spectacles of barbarity to receive my dues,
I am a woman consumed by vendettas yet hollow to the core,
Trapped within empty bottles and dirty syringes,
Desperately searching for any hope to restore,
A fragmented psyche from becoming completely unhinged.
Another round of glaring lights,
To soothe the intoxicated patrons demanding a fight,
Another bottle downed,
To loosen the limbs and lose track of the ground,
Another match between the violently stupid and the hopelessly depraved,
To find out which ones which after I've vehemently raved,
At my booze for not buzzing,
At my chems for not lifting,
At myself for not quitting,
At my life for not ending.
How many more nights can I take of this,
One more shot and I'm bound to burst,
One more chem and I taste death's kiss,
Since leaving the womb my life's been cursed,
I should end it all with one good shot,
Scream a final "screw you" to the world through my double-barrel microphone,
Not like anyone's gonna listen whether they be across the Commonwealth or within earshot,
So it's either throw the match and die with the last laugh,
Or crawl into a corner and let my splattered brain write my final epitaph.
A sudden muzzle flash,
With the sound of cracking whips and roaring thunder,
The fragrant aroma entices my nostrils with the perfume of rabid gunpowder and easy cash,
A fight to the death interrupted by a hail of gunfire? Yea, sounds like my usual drunken stupor,
Maybe it's my guardian angel coming to save me,
Well she's got red hair and a nice ass so call me a believer,
Looks like you won't be taking me out tonight Reaper you old thief,
I've got a prior engagement with my shotgun,
And a date with destiny.
Categories:
homicidal, drink, loneliness, romance, woman,
Form:
Rhyme