Best Homicide Poems
Verbicide is sometimes committed in my works
Those works could be perdures forever
Aborted babs
Untimely deaths
Homicide with our tax dollars is that righteous
A child that never gets a chance at life
I am not a savant but this is wrong
Will we as a nation get our comeuppance
What? eternal life~ heaven?
What? eternal life~hell?
I hope heaven
I hope not hell
Death pain in Texas
Kimberley executed
Legal homicide
Justified Homicide
While words roll on and cameras turn
The sea beats the "saviours" and the fires burn
Within the depths of the watery grave
Of men not old, not young, not brave.
Just normal men who had a life
A child or two, a home, a wife.
No super powers did they possess
To live this way - before this mess.
Remember too, this is not the first!
Nor the last while there are those who thirst
For power, for profit, and social aplomb
From their share in extracting hydrocarbon!!!!!!
15 July 1988
Villanelle : When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
Proclaim citizens who kill under the patrie’s pennant heros
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride
Killing for your god even to ward off a remark thought snide
Fellow believers’ll enshrine your name in martyrs pantheons
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
Leaders lie cheat slander even – forbid – commit fratricide
Citizens shrug shoulders and pass it all off as political woes
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride
Sick secret service scions see to it their victims all slide
Down the slippery slope of unaccountable anonymous blows
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
And yet leaders and preachers claim peace for all with pride
Their individual charters and scriptures back sinister goals
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride
Why then history relegates the greatest actions taken at tide
To memory’s junk pile where fester countries and their heros
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
There is no shame in nakedness of self
Discarded were the clothes of woodland creatures
Who would have worn them off eventually
Stand before me,
Look-
There upon that black shelf
The one that extends forever in directions of the sun
Watch-
Up and down this opening
Lay the bodies of my heritage
Killed by “zippets”
All my toes, I counted them, they had not a chance
Once-
The binding season crazed their thought
Jezzi was wooing BeBe, and he chased her
To what would have been their nest
Had he made it cross
Watch how it glistens like water beads on a strom
I almost darted over it
Had it not been for my le-bov-ed, ashee
I would be “can’t fly food”
What more can this harm do?
All their overfeathers, torn thin.
Apart went they, under this foul wind and instance
Better for you I am wise
Observing the forest floor as a watch-maiden
The smallest, tiniest, utterance I officiate
Like cries on the black shelf
Oft they wazzle me eyes burst
Panning the crunchy for a victim
Only to trail the splitten voice twice seen
It is safer here, on the crunchy sound
Where the zippets don’t fly
We can soar with appetites for tomorrow
Beneath the close of our eyes
1. Worst fear- speed (anything higher than 70 mph)
2. Being road kill
3. Owl
Entered in to Matt Caliri’s “Funnest-Hardest Poem Ever
HOMICIDE
I shot him,
Blood allover the walls,
Night ain't real,
Scavengers poking his body,
Children screaming and panting,
Am numb,speechless and arrogant.
Silence is the environment,
Dark is the light,
Dead body still and not moving,
Anybody here is the question,
Scattered this and that,
Just a humble man that i killed.
Crime is not what i did,
But why i did it is the crime,
Hear everybody no races are better,
The man was respected,
Heard he had a daughter and son,
Why shot him?am mad,
No, I am and I don't regret.
Their race ain't superior like mine,
Am a prophet of God and he is a servant,
Stay still and do what i ask,
No more mercy,you understand,
You black snakes and chimpanzees,
Kneel for me and my master,
Or i shoot another man.
Homicide
Homs Damascus Allepo
Home to homeless rubicon
Haunted hangman’s habitat
Humanity castrated
Hosts of hegemomial
Holocaustic genocide
Harvest of hypocrisy
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27th September 2016
Have any of you peeps heard of the latest craze
Stuffing pepper up your nose till your mind's ablaze
You think of suicide
With a friend by your side
Unless the friend objects, then it's homicide portrayed
The singing is about to end,
Happy Birthday, my little friend.
Please think before killing me,
I’m just a cake candle, you see.
One exhale from you and I’m out.
If I had lungs, you’d bet I’d shout.
I want to live and grow hearty,
Not die at a birthday party.
Homicide what am I no other then death,body,you who made a bad decision,stealer of dreams I am blood linking out ur body I am death knight I come when u think u are a gangster and u think u are untouchable,protector,in the wrong place at the wrong time,when u don't mind ur business but I show u there no more life in u ur just my victims who cry to me and said why me I said because u act stead of thinking I said stop and think am I worth it
I
I tried not to mention the crime
Siblings, it is high time
America stopped self-flagellation,
Self-hate, self-abnegation
II
I feel for him, brother George ("of the earth")
I came close, but saved by a different birth
To feel the accusing eyes: "Me, the evil one"
Only because I stayed in school, joined the run
III
Black America wants to drive, play ... like us
Tired of fighting for a seat, decades after Rosa Parks
George Floyd is a hero for having lived BLACK
A remnant yells, "Deport the upstarts. Send 'em back"
You are guilty of emotional homicide and intellectual rape
notorius repetitive profile as you defile the women you take
would be queens some getto queens transformed into promiscuous whores
each time u win as they decend into your damp void lower than before
slowly u ignore their cries for more and more
what are they hopeing for. . . your just a rediculous met a phore
met a whore
yes your a whore but intellectuals deem it the
african king complex . . .
pursue,,,,, conquer , ,, , screw, , , sex , , , vex
and move on to the next?
in this society its cool if your a man u can do it
but if a woman were to do it she'd be called a whore
but you'd still screw it
so y are u surprized that I once a Queen finally saw the light
and dam it was bright, finally one night clarity borne
I can tell the difference between wrong and right
like day and night
he reached way down past where i fell from my throne
down deep where u dragged me down to and he pulled me
out of your damp, void, emotional, cave
now i stand here brand new.
but what about the ones who were not able to weather your brand of hurt
or didn't know how to pray so that they could find their own self worth
you drive a hearse.
maybe in the wake of you they turned to alcohol to numb the pain
or drugs to drown the shame, now its you they blame
you drive a hearse.
but now that I've survived Im actually afraid for you
because your about to reap all that you've sown 1,000 times more than I or they
you will weep with gnashing of your teeth
you drive a hearse.
as 4 me he continues to keep me away from the firey arrows your tried to guide
but whats better yet is you can run son, but you can't hide
in guilt custom made by you . . . . .you reside
guilty of EMOTIONAL HOMICIDE. A WANJAY JOINT~
I tried to stand by my only love, I tried to understand until
The morning I stumbled in to find another woman beneath your covers.
It was the day I couldn’t believe my ignorance because I now saw
That when I threw drugs into you, you were just like my mother.
I told you that and your face paled at the ice in my words.
I turned away as you stood up, proving to me what you’d done.
At that moment I was so torn apart, and angry
Livid that I could have been so stupid to think you weren’t like everyone.
I left you naked and pleading. I refused to answer any of your calls
I tried to pick up the pieces of the girl you left broken.
I tried to pretend you were gone till I heard your voice on the machine
It had been weeks since we had spoken.
I’ll always hear your voice in my nightmares, begging me
Soft at first, then screaming, asking why I won’t take your call.
I listened to four messages, before you said you were ending your life
And I heard you smash the telephone against the wall.
I called you but I kept getting busy signals, so I left my house.
I ran all the way to your building, and slowed as I approached your open door.
I pushed it the rest of the way open to see you lying on your stomach
When I ran to you, I saw the needle on the floor.
When I rolled you over, your blue green eyes were lifeless.
I clung to you, screaming, Asking God is their any end to my pain?
I’ve never known sorrow that could compare with holding you Corey.
If it was okay for people like me to poison everything, hell and earth are the same.
I closed his eyelids with my fingertips, and gently kissed his cheek.
This would be the first man that I murdered with my disease.
I arranged his beautiful hair around him, I hadn’t noticed I was still screaming
Until I looked up to find my self surrounded my police.
They tore me off him, he was swarmed with paramedics.
They questioned my presence, all I could whisper was suicide.
His family was there now, his sisters and mother.
When they asked me why I was there, for them I lied.
I have to live with the guilt, of it being my fault forever.
You’re still some of my best and worst dreams.
I gave you my innocense, my heart, and part of my soul
The biggest part of me died with you when I was thirteen.
Cupid has shot me with one too many arrows.
My sullen heart has been punctured
Now leaching with pain.
All he tried to do was bring me hope and light,
to pull me from darkness,
to battle my anguish and woe.
His efforts were straining,
and for fleeting moments,
my life was happy
Cupid shot me once more and I fell in love
He was beautiful in my eyes,
the lament dissonance of my wretched heart wrapped around him.
But Cupid's arrow induced our suffering.
He loved me as much as he could bear.
"I'll love you forever" I cry as I weep at his feet, begging for his return.
Cupid shot my love once more in hope of romantic devotion,
instead, we got agony.
With my love's last effort,
He etched "I hate love" with his blood that dripps from these pages.
Down he fell from my arms, and down he fell into the darkness.
My tears will no longer weep from mine eyes...
I've cried to long and hard to cry any more.
My only comfort is gone,
and my only way to cry is to watch my wrists ooze away the pain,
drip by drip.
One last try and Cupid shoots me once more,
and my torn heart shatters into pieces.
I'm cast into the reality of my tenebrous death.
And together we became,
Cupid's accidental homicide
Homicides of young children
are solved more often
than any other age group, but after the age of ten
the chance of solving the crime drops by 25 percent.