Best Killed Poems
Society Killed The Teenager
So you want to be a princess, and save the prince yourself?
Or take steps on the moon?
Can’t you see I won’t let you do that?
I’m worse than even your parents, you see, I’m society!
Ever play with toys that are meant for boys?
The other kids laughed at you?
You’re a girl, get away from action figures! I’ll train you to be who I want you to be. I’m society.
Kiss a girl, kiss a boy, who do you want to be?
I’ve told you before; you’re a girl not a boy,
Learn to be who you should be.
Listen to you? No, listen to me, I’m society!
Everyone says to be yourself, but they
Don’t actually mean it.
The truth of the matter is
He’s not a boy, and he can’t become one.
Everyone listen to me!
Teenager, teenager, who are you?
Everyone tells me, you’re…
Expecting!
Not again, girl, did you listen to me?
Abort this mission? No, you’re Church screams pro life!
Get rid of it, keep it, it should be your choice,
Everyone has a different advice, but listen to me and only me.
Really, this was easy, you see. They listen to me, and I tell them, who I want them to be.
I’m society.
Dare you look deep into this darkness
Persecution of Jews - Holocaust
In Hebrew, this has the genocide
been called Shoah,
which means disaster or destruction
The journey has just begun,
and it is far from over
The destination is Auschwitz
to a place without return
The smell of vomit, urine and excrement is overwhelming
Without food and water, trapped in an unbearable heat
Everything is better than nothing
witch's brew, eaten with Satan's fork
made of bats, rats, worm and mice
The vultures is the bird and the messenger
who hunt along the train tracks
Dark tracks ... Jews were sent in closed
freight wagon - before they ended their lives in gas chambers
Their souls destroyed by evil and hatred
Neither will, power, alliances
or the strongest alpha males
- cannot escape the dirty claws of the Nazis
A young mother was raped by the soldiers
White dress with sewn-on transparent arms
a newborn baby suckles the mother's naked breast
It is definitely not for the faint of heart
Shoah !
Through tears, sweat and blood,
from generation to generation
At home in the window frame a red Begonia blooms
- for the last time
The door is branded with a yellow star
13/04/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Last Train To Auschwitz Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
1st place in the contest
You killed my praying
You killed my prayers
Now everything
Is up in the air
You said it was madness
You said it was wrong
Just like whenever
I sing a song
Obsessed by hatred
Obsessed by greed
You are the mad one
Please interceed
My heart is broken
My spirit is too
I just wish someone
Would do this to you
For you should suffer
For what you've done
You need to pay
For what you've become
You control everyone
Why don't they see
They could fall victim
Just like me
They should reject you
Say you're a fraud
Then I can once again
Give thanks to the Lord.
Amen
They shoved Lady Justice to the ground.
He tried to help her up.
He warned them not to touch her.
And in his last breath,
he asked her if she was okay.
How should we remember Alex Jeffrey Pretti?
They said he brandished a gun,
but everyone could see it was a phone.
They said he was a violent terrorist.
officers attempted to disarm him.
Why won’t they release that video?
How should we remember Alex Jeffrey Pretti?
His extrajudicial execution?
The way they pinned him to the ground?
The way they pumped ten bullets
into his mortal form even after he lay lifeless?
How should we remember Alex Jeffrey Pretti?
An American intensive care nurse,
working for the Dept of Veterans Affairs,
living a life devoted to the care of others.
or a friendly neighbor always helping
those in need?
How should we remember him?
I will remember how he gave his life to help
Lady Justice to her feet.
~Someone is killed by a drunk driver every fifty-three minutes~
My true nightmare, I’m stuck and caught,
to not drink and drive I was taught-
But the fear I hold is dying
by someone else who’s drunk driving-
Crushed in a smashed up car, I fought.
I tell myself it’s not their fault,
but truth be told this fear they brought.
If I forgive I’d be lying…
-my true nightmare
Through good council ease I have sought,
but apprehension will not halt-
panic in cars leaves me crying,
to cease this fear, I keep trying-
my totaled car leaves me distraught…
-my true nightmare
Rondeau: Rhyme Scheme: A-A-B-B-A /A-A-B-C /A-A-B-B-A C
8 syllables in each line
C is the first 4 syllables of the first line and repeated at the
end of the second and third stanza
You Greatest Fear
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Date Written: September 27, 2016
Until 1934 I was a barber, that used to be my profession.
Many people are suffering because of this Great Depression.
A Gangster walked into my shop but when he left, he had to be carried.
He was responsible for many deaths and I made sure that he was buried.
I usually don't brag but this time I love to gloat.
That punk asked for a shave and I slit his throat.
He dealt in Prostitution, Gambling, Booze and Heroin.
I made sure that he couldn't do anything illegal again.
I'm not ashamed of myself even though I lost my freedom and my wife.
I saved people from that animal and a judge sentenced me to life.
I'll be locked up for the remainder of my years.
I don't regret what I did, my conscience is clear.
(This fictional poem takes place in the 1930s.)
Much loved
nose rubbed
Bad plan
began ...
Fat mice
no price
Much fun
in sun
The cat
did that!
27.10.2016
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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20 syllables
I was arrested this morning in bed
The evidence was very overwhelming
I was bloody and bleeding all over
In a frenzy last night
After some wine
Apparently I committed atrocities
As I sit inside this bare white interrogation room
I can tell you with a clear conscience
I feel no remorse
No regret
They all deserved to die
I crushed them
Made them bleed
Made them plead
I showed not one drop of mercy
Killer killer killer
I slaughtered them all
Every last female I could slap, slay or strangle
Dead dead dead
I am guilty as charged
By the end of the evening
My friends had to restrain me
A frenzied killer was on the loose
Although they themselves carry some of the guilt
I could not commit this crime alone as I did
Sure they killed a few here and there too
I know what you’re thinking
The Killing fields
Well Law and Order, FMD division
Was about to start their interrogation
Nothing to it really
I readily confessed
Every single one of those dam females got what they deserved
I confessed, if I hadn’t killed them
They would have surely sucked me dry
Till I was all skin and bones
Why, I had an evil smile across my face
All those famous serial killers
I out did them all
I showed no mercy
Blood and gore I slaughtered them all
Now you are all thinking
Who is this evil one?
So I say to you
I am also you
There is not one of you
Man or woman
In my shoes
Who, would not have done the same
Those darn female mosquitoes that night
Were driving me insane!!!!
Notes: Law and Order, FMD division
Female Mosquito Division
PETA, please do not protest in front of my house, this is pure fiction
thank you
I remember the day my imagination was lost
and my brothers laughed because they thought it so funny;
tears and innocence being the ultimate cost
when they killed, for me, the Easter Bunny.
“You’re too old to believe in all of this stuff;
its time you started acting your age”;
My siblings had decided that I had enough
as they turned over my childhood page.
With chocolate stains on the front of my shirt
and Easter eggs yet to be found,
I did my best to cover up all of the hurt,
hating the truth they were slinging around.
It wasn’t just the end of a childish phase;
It was more than destroying a mere fantasy;
Somewhere in the mist of this confusing haze,
was the realization - they had been lying to me.
It wasn’t just the Easter Bunny they had slain;
It wasn’t just Santa Claus they turned into dust;
Destroyed holiday myths wasn’t the cause of my pain,
it was a loss of faith in those that I trust.
So, be careful when we tell me a tale,
I am skeptical about accepting your truth;
It is a lesson that I learned only too well,
long ago in my forgotten youth.
A crowded table, all suspended in shock
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?
Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?
They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?
Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!
I sit here and watch my life as it flashes before my eyes.
The understanding of how and the question of why run through my mind.
People stare as my dreams fall apart.
They cant see my tears, or my broken heart.
I lie awake at night and cry.
Wondering-how long till i die?
Death...the thought scares me.
But I'm willing to take that risk.
I start to scream even louder,
as I watch the blood pour from my wrists.
I try so hard to get away,
but nobody lets me go.
If you were to leave me alone today,
I would be gone tomorrow.
Why does no one hear me?
Listen to my cries for help?
But still I sit here all alone...
dealing with the pain myself.
You think I'll get over it,
that I'll soon be o.k.
but that's where you're wrong,
because i killed myself today...
No one suffered or was killed today
No one raped or burned alive
No terrorists
No politicians
No exploitation
No pollution
No religion
No rich and
no poor
there is something
nice and peaceful
about having
No people
living on my PLANET
all being
elsewhere
with their baggage
full of delusions
Unleash the kitty
The little boy thought of himself witty
Locked up in his room infront of the screen
Submerged in the screams
A lasting string that will follow him to his teens
Internet tasted like mint, to him
Abundant and innovative, yet aromatic to
His flaming desires
And that national geographic!
Oh my oh my
Exotic women in their little strings
Covering their little things
It’s time, its here, it’s that time of year
Time for chocolate eggs and a bunny
But look deeper in and ask, is it a sin?
For many do trivialise with a hat that is funny.
The deeper meaning behind, is getting harder to find
Why chocalte eggs are given and eaten just now.
Is there a glut of them? Is there a chocolate laying hen?
Or a chocolate factory that's owning a cow.
Is there a golden rabbit? Did somebody bag it?
This is one thing I do not know.
But what it means to me, is not hard to see
The size of the egg or the rabbit is for show.
As I don't like chocolate bunnies or eggs
I am out to rescue the bunny, hen and cow
But what to do when the rescue is through
I will put on my thinking cap just now
When they are free You can leave it to me
I will find something new to do with them.
As for Easter this year, you need have no fear
The animals will soon all be free
To stop them being abused
And to keep me amused
No clue to the killer of the Easter bunny….
it’s me.
© 21/03/2013
Innocently lured off Hwange National Park
shot at with a bow and arrow
injured and confused
then tracked down
and killed in cold
blood with a gun
Cecil was killed on July 1 of 2015
whether he was murdered by a
big game hunter or a researcher--
the truth remains—such a friendly
lion did not deserve to die in a horrible way
conservationists and all good people are outraged
surely someone somewhere has to account for this
horrifying act of cruelty and other poaching crimes