Best Kill Off Poems
Always Lamentable
You can run but you cannot hide!
For the face of God watches all
your fiddlings.
And is furious over baby killings.
You can write all the most
moving poetry you choose.
But you won't escape supporting
these pre-birth shreddings?
You really think you aren't
killing God's creations?
How diabolical to think human life
is but a doll, created by the Wal-Mart nation!
I urge all humans with a heart,
To allow these tiny ones, the chances you and I have.
To not be murdered, to live and
Be loved, instead.
Perhaps one day, be a poet
just like you.
To see the sun, moon and stars.
Insanity to save animals and trees.
But kill off humanity with such
joyous ease.
June 9, 2019
8:45am PST
Categories:
kill off, abortion,
Form:
Rhyme
~~ The Rabbit and the Fox ~~ 20 line Ballad
The Rabbit and the Fox
The Rabbit and the Fox are here
go down south, to Australia
They have a bounty on the Fox
Bring in his skin they’ll pay ya
Myxameatosis germ warfare (first ever)
Just for the Bagman's bunny (our ww1 war crazed soldiers lived on rabbit in solitude)
Old Rabbit got mattry eyed
It really wasn’t funny
Great depression in the 20s
We lived on lovely rabbit
skins made the Slouch hat
Our soldiers wear, our habit (fur felt made the hat)
The master took the Rabbit (Squatters said plague)
No more free feeds for us
So we started eating of his sheep
Become a bit nonplussed
They brought another virus out
To kill off outlaw rabbit
But bunny still gets about
The Fox your hens will have it
Don Johnson
Categories:
kill off, adventure
Form:
Ballad
It amazes me
They say all men were created equally
But that’s denied throughout history
Theirs starts with constitutions revolutions and bravery
They tell us ours is gangs chains and slavery
It’s pretentious
And I’m offended
You started the race just so you could win it
And they did…well they did
Until we realized that an eagle can’t be judge by its ability to be a pig
False metrics
A ruler being held by media outlets rendering our image helpless
They narrate that our great minds are bipolar, out of order or just selfish
Encourage us to swallow your dreams
Beat our women , eat our young and wash it down with the tiniest sips from their revenue stream
And we say nah
Trick no good
Ms Maya Angelo knew
Sojourner too cause Rosa didn’t move so Mlk can spread the truth
I’m not the smartest man on earth but if I wanna change how history looks
The first thing ima change is what’s explained in our history…books
Long live Babylon America the great its the M night Shyamalan planet of the Apes
Long live Babylon America the great its the M night Shyamalan planet of the Apes
Here’s the plan it’s no secret raise your hand and give the answer I agree with
Concentration of Indoctrination now we consider him a genius
Don’t let him look into why Malcolm X wanted to separate
Keep him chasing his tail in circles as we continue to legislate
Tell the only ones that’s special are the ones that did something first
Ignore the names of those that change what was broke but now works
You know what’ll really knock ‘em out of competition?!
Tell ‘em their role models are ball players and musicians
Let’s assassinate all they’re leaders and complain they’re all directionless
Police Kill off they’re strong men n women even though they are weaponless
But keep the freaks in the sheets cuz they women are the sexiest
Add dope to their communities break down the family structure
So it’s really sister Vs sister and brother Vs brother
Father out the home is more pressure for the mother
Strong and independent makes her think a pb and j can be jelly without peanut butter
So what makes you think I want a calendar with 28 days
With 28 names
Of 28 slaves
Lead to 28 graves? I think …..We’d rather have our 40 acres…
Categories:
kill off, africa, black african american,
Form:
Free verse
Take these shackles and give ‘em to the bear, tell her I’ve gone home
Take these shackles and throw ‘em to the wind, I’ll live like that no more
Gonna find me the weapon that can kill off Mutley, end his child like rage
Gonna find me a whet stone, sharpening my sword, gonna end his blinkered ways
I killed off Mutley
In this war inside I wage
I killed off Mutley
And it means the end of days
Come a long way from our second city, I’m a long way from home
Come a long way from our second city and I’ll go there no more
Gonna find me a crag deep in the mountains, got to mend that old dog’s ways
Gonna find a lost city deep in the desert, make sure the flee pit pays
I killed off Mutley
In the war inside I wage
I killed off Mutley
And it means the end of days
Take this message for me, carry it home, tell ‘em I am no more
Take this message for me, carry it home, tell ‘em the evils gone
I found my mountain, out in the world, it wouldn’t forgive my ways
As I soar down the valley, out of this world, I know this old dog paid
I killed off Mutley
In the war inside I wage
I killed off Mutley
And it means the end of days
Categories:
kill off, inspirational, lifeme, war, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Silent in the darkness of each breath..inhaling this air we feed to the lungs within the beast of our inner torment, Ever cautious ever alert our presence creeps across the meadow as the mist protrudes from around us.. If only this demon could be sworn off, killed and defeated, left and feeling nothing to suffer in its own mindlessness, Yet we stand as it rips, tears and grows within us.. Changing our souls for everything it was once worth to something it turns into pure hate in a nightmare of a world, If we can't be ourselves...Then who can we truly be, We walk a fine line as the edge slips away from us we stumble to find ourselves within fighting off this beast...nothing we can do....nothing anyone can do...less we kill off the demon with the blade of our pure selves ripping its heart out and feeding it to our gorge of an abyss, If we can't be ourselves..then why try to be anything at all....haha..you will never be anything of any worth till you fend off the one thing that binds you to your own hate..your anger merely feeds it giving it strength as it grows within you, Stay strong and make the demon bleed...there's no rest for the wicked things that linger in your lives.
Categories:
kill off, conflict, corruption, dark, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Superman
My superman
He doesn't wear a long red cape or fly in the air
he can't kill off evil villains with the power of a single glare
But what he does have is rare and cannot be seen
I can't see no wrong in him, he's hardly ever mean
He has a heart so pure and a charm so sweet I think he's heaven sent
All the girls get googly eyes but they can't have my Mr. Clark Kent
But ladies don't be discourage there's a superman out there waiting for you
God will give a man that will change the world from the earth to the moon
Categories:
kill off, celebrity, cute love, fantasy,
Form:
Always Lamentable!
You can run but you cannot hide!
For the face of God watches all your fiddlings.
And is furious over baby killings.
You can write all the most moving poetry you choose.
But you won't escape supporting these pre-birth shreddings.
You really think you aren't killing God's creations?
How diabolical to think human life is but a plastic doll,
created by the Wal-Mart nation!
I urge all humans with a heart, to allow these tiny ones,
the chances you and I have had~
To not be murdered, to live and to be loved, instead.
Perhaps one day, be a fine poet just like you.
To love the sun, moon, sea and stars.
Insanity to save animals and trees.
But kill off babies with such joyous ease!!
June 9, 2019
8:45am PST
Categories:
kill off, abortion, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
wind blast cold to bone
plants, animals frozen stiff
dead winter kill off
Written By: Carol Brown
Written on: 12/13/2011
Written for the: " Dead Winter Contest"
Sponsored by: Sidney~LeeAnn
4th Place Winner
Categories:
kill off, nature, seasons, winter, winter,
Form:
Haiku
"Bat Crazy 5"
Some say
she was batsh** crazy
life hits the windscreens
in the labyrinth of life
that way
the foot remains pinned
to the metal, fast to the floor
full speed, left brained left hand
holding hard-gripped the gear stick
an upwards inflection, “You know”,
in the Queen’s Land, "all under control"
the open palm under the shaft
moving all the way up to 5,
reflecting on the mirror rearview
she watches the eyes
of her child
dreaming of open highways
the foot remains pinned
to the metal, fast to the floor
full speed, left brained left hand
holding hard-gripped the gear stick
never once moving from 5
the left all the way up to targa 5
right hand up on the wheel
left hand down right up to 5
windows spitting emeralds
like a baphomet
the two finger salute
the other above so below
watches on
"here we go again",
the 1 above it all
watches on
as above so below
that 1's long-suffering
that way, aghast, but resolute,
that 1 has never-ending reserves
of eternal patience
and watches on
perplexed
her mind geared on
how to kill off
a spider
and his sister, next
changing lanes
easier said than done
when you're hell-bent on
Freedom
the highway sign
Happy New Year
flashes ever onwards by,
foot to the floor
left brain baffled
at forgiveness
at Christmas
long gone by
right hand on the wheel
left hand down
open palmed
shifting gears
accelerating increduality
towards the accuracy
in the justice of karma
drivers sitting on both shoulders
inside the vehicle
holding the wheel
the internal speaks
to the universe
listening
for kindness
and answers
on a lost highway
Blue Sky
nods, as if in agreement,
that 1's always amused -
but never confused, that way
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“Is it possible to switch dimensions?
There is currently no conceivable way to get to these if they exist, and they may only be possible, not actual. To travel between realities, they need to be in proximity. To be in proximity and not interact, they need to be incompatible. If it is a compatible universe you could travel to, it is already here.”
"Won’t you let me know,
if you made it home that night
Oh won’t you let me know
If our bones made it home alright..."
Categories:
kill off, dark, introspection, muse,
Form:
Narrative
Now that the Owl was sleeping Dumpty felt a bit restless, which was hardly surprising considering he was a ghost, he wandered over again to the waters edge, and had a look at the large flagon that the cat had clung onto...it was really big' with a couple of handles
near the neck, he peered close at it, there was a piece of paper inside, he wondered what it might say, he went in and unrolled it, it seemed to be all about someone 'escaping from it all' it was signed Joe Maverick..Bermuda ‘hmmm now where had I heard the name before?’ he thought ‘Oh never matter..' it was not going to help his quest in the slightest it seemed. “I shall go
and look through mails and comments maybe there have been attempts to kill off other nursery rhyme or story book characters? One thing is sure, I shall never give up till I get revenge” he
thought to himself, some it seemed out there wanted bad things too happen as it were, well it looked like they were going to get their wish, by the time he was finished they would be getting egg all over their face so to speak (bad egg)....!
©JOE MAVERICK 1-3-2014
Categories:
kill off, anti bullying,
Form:
Narrative
Oh those cursed Ides of the 15th
they brought Julius Caesar death
the soothsayers warning unheeded
mamuralia chased beaten out of city
His clothes animal skins and rags
they set about this scapegoat with glee
hitting him with large wooden sticks
once he was driven out feasting began
All the while in natures ways
comes the madness of march hare
watch as they circle the fields
frequently stopping to box
All this to attract a mate
or is it just wind up their tails
be as may the sight one that stirs
and those mad winds bluster and roar
March arrives full of fury roaring displeasure
and soon is time to sacrifice the Ides Sheep
to bring forth Spring on the vernal equinox
and wave goodbye as march leaves like a lamb
This year the vernal equinox is not on my birthday but on the 20th
Vernal Equinox heralds in spring and the poor Mamuralia is an old man dresses in skins
making him a scapegoat traditionally beaten out of the city to kill off evil the 15th of march
is the date of Caesar s death as foretold to him by a soothsayer
Categories:
kill off, march, nature, spring,
Form:
Verse
Mother Earth, she weeps, but her tears are all in vain.
Men who seek profit and power will never feel guilt or shame.
What is happening to our world? Wake up and see what we have done.
The pollution that fills our air is now blocking out the sun.
We carelessly chop down our trees at such an alarming rate.
Nothing left to purify our air; is our existence left to fate?
Who will pollinate our plants when we kill off all the bees?
What will be left of our oceans when we contaminate all our seas?
Majestic animals that share our world, men track them down to kill,
Not for any particular purpose, they hunt them for the thrill.
Beautiful beasts that once roamed our lands free,
Reduced to decomposing carcasses hunted for a fee.
Our marine life is being poisoned by all our toxic waste.
Plastics dumped in mass for all our fish to taste.
Mountains of our garbage, in our oceans we do store,
Then watch in silence as the blood-drenched waves break angrily on the shore,
And with it, all the decaying corpses from once an abundant sea of the living,
A sea that kept us fed, a sea that kept on giving.
Without all these things, we cannot survive.
Each link has a purpose in the circle of life, and they keep us alive.
Our planet is our mother; we live in her womb.
She provides for all life; let's not make her our tomb.
Categories:
kill off, appreciation, change, conflict, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
Sometimes I sit and ponder
what it may be like
to have parents, not always
looking for a petty fight
the love you feel, always
being there for you
day o' night
I wake up fighting a
constant battle,
I feel like I am in a circus
having to jump through hoops
my parents hold
to earn their admiration and
approval
Earning their gold star
for the day
I was a rebel since day one
not trying to conform
dancing to the beat of a
different drummer
Wishing to be accepted
for who I want to be
and how I seek to spend my hours
nothing I ever do, seems to be good
enough
They talk about "emotional deposits"
i.e. spending time with them
but they spend too much time
picking and proving
reacting wrong, saying ignorant assumptions
they push me away, each day
'further and further I go
as soon as I make enough money
I'm gone
They act as if my artistic mind
couldn't make money
like my dreams are distant relatives
of which I will never meet
but I strive to prove them wrong
Its bad enough being
one person versus the world
but when the army you fight
is led by your family, your blood
it's twice as hard to get up
in the morning, when the suns
rays dance on my closed
eyelids
I try my best to be the kind
of person I want to be
despite their efforts to kill off
my individualistic soul
I have given up trying
to belong to which I
was born unto
I'm simply playing the game
Hoping to win, one day
the chance to be myself
as I feel emulates me,
and regardless
have a proud
Mommy and Daddy
I do pray, I shall be
free to be
Heather Rose Marie
Categories:
kill off, angst, childhood, confusion, daughter,
Form:
ode to the tomfoolery of
charlie d.---
i praise ye
d.,
sweet falstaff of this postmodern age
who causes us to cachinnate,
stumbling backward in
ha-ha’s,
be it when you give a guy a box full of
hornets, aptly marked
“H,”
or sit across the table from an attractive lawyer,
visibly sweating profusely from your armpits,
telling her that you are a “full on rapist”
(misunderstanding that you were supposed to tell her
you were a “philanthropist”)---
all in the attempt to gain her already lost
affection.
most recently in the years you have spent
as the butt of many jokes & jabs by your
it’s always sunny in philadelphia
cohorts,
one can see only a unique magic which comes with
the tone of your voice
when ecstatically announcing the creation of your
“kitten mittons,”
or
beating fruits & batting tomatoes with
your “rat stick,”
which wrapped in chains & full of long rusty nails
sticking out
every which way,
would most certainly do the job when you go back down to
the basement of
paddy’s
in order to kill off all the rats that you can.
i submit to the comedic jury,
that your special brand of antics stands taller
than the likes of richards as “kramer” or
kaufman as “latka.”
thanks you charlie for the laughter,
whether on it’s always sunny or
elsewhere,
please keep it coming.
Categories:
kill off, life
Form:
Free verse
Shakespeare was a famous man
Known in every single land
For writing the greatest stories
Leading him to lots of glories
So I will try the best to do
An interpretation just for me
Of a quote that says so much
As I add a unique touch
IF YOU PRICK US DO WE NOT BLEED
It is so easy to read
In between those words and find
This world needs to be more kind
And not hurt or injure others
We are all sisters and brothers
So don't make us bloody red
Stop this hate, lets make it dead
IF YOU TICKLE US DO WE NOT LAUGH
The best medicine is in this craft
Smiles are a way to show
Love and friendship as we grow
So use it every time you see
Someone who's in misery
A laugh will go a long long way
To brighten up a dreary day
IF YOU POISON US DO WE NOT DIE
Maybe everyone should try
to kill poisonous acts before
It's used to even up a score
Lets kill off all these bad notions
Of using poisonous potions
And try caring for a while
Instead of callous and so vile
IF YOU WRONG US DO WE NOT REVENGE
We need to take a stand and send
A message revenge is not
A good action and to start
Righting wrongs by saying I
Will find another way to try
Fixing problems without any
Pain or sorrow, there is plenty
Of approaches to be taken
Like talking it out and hand shakin'
Lets be smart and know there is
Something more if we can give
A little thought to all we do
This world has a chance to pull
Through all the bad and horrid things
That people in this world can bring
Categories:
kill off, grief, happy, life, world,
Form:
Rhyme