Best Murdered Poems

~he murdered me~

I was only 21 years old
Here I lay, beyond the cold

I  granted him, the best of me
Praying for his love endlessly

I never listened to anybody's advice
Only to my husband and his lies

He bore a bad habit of beating me
No matter, his love...

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Cold misty clouds rise above the grates
The streets only illumination, tossing shadows like pennies
Faded street lamps at each end
The cold is biting, as I roll the collar over my neck

I received a call earlier that day
A new client, who insisted not to meet,
At my office
Just...

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Murdered me with your love 
Murdered me with your lies 
I could see the rage when I looked into your eyes

You told me that you loved me 
but I just wanted to leave. 
"Why can't you just be happy" you ask 
While pushing me to...

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My love for you is a creature, a solid breathing 
Entity, a mangled creation of shadow-black flesh 
And the thread-like interwoven muscles of my 
Bleeding excuses…
The paltry reasons I put up with your countless 
Slights, insults, depravities, are its backbone, 
The eyes are mere sockets,...

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Oh, frightful word scribed at the end
The finger-painting mannequin
Composed a message to his love,
From ink he’d made of his own blood!...

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"The Chalice of Murdered Crows"





How many moonbeams
would it take to overflow 
my chalice bathe me naked
dew kissed diamond glistening
bare skin freedom feet seeking
my missing, slow dancing lover’s athamé


How many sunbeams
would it take to burn 
your see-through eyes knowing all 
right through my violent pounding chest...

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Sam, the box turtle, sauntered down deserted gravel road;
when he bumped into Elli, a gorgeous, slender, green toad.
Together they stopped to admire the rustic scenery;
noting, Bunny would like hiding eggs in all that greenery.

Easter will be in a few weeks, kids will have fun hunting...

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I have ponder it waking long
Curled around my pillow like a fog
What was it the morning stars sang
Before a tree became a fire log?

I do not think I like this place
This limitless paradise of ease
Where serpents crawl and goodness waste
Our callous discontent to appease

The next...

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I would love you till the end 
I would never be able to comprehend 
Why your destiny had to meet such a drastic end
But as your friend, I would give you a warm parting
Letting the world know that your departing
Would be the starting of women...

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It’s been ten days, the Easter Bunny is gone with hardly a trace,
The Missus is inconsolable- an Easter basket-case,
Evidence in plastic bags, some fibers and some fur,
The family suspects foul play, the police, they do concur,
This once pristine meadow has senselessly been fouled,
Safety and security...

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The smell of leather,
Stirs the Auschwitz warehouses:
Leather reminders.


___________________________
Inspired by the Auschwitz Shoes...

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In the dark of the night, death came calling,
propelling me through a tunnel of light!
My life on review, with myself judging,
comprehending now, through spherical sight,
that on aligning with love, soul shines bright!
‘Shed ego, even if it be murder’,
was counsel I received from the elder.
Back through...

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Who was it     That said Santa did not exist    Who told the children     Not to make a list     No more Tooth Fairy      Dropping in at...

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This thought embedded deed in
my mind like a seed.
A secret pricking its poison
compelling me to scream.
A decision I contemplated noble
indeed.
But magnanimity isn't without its
penalties

My conscience nears dwarfism.
With every blow, as gilt swallows
me whole.
Cold from lies as i am a part of
this mechanism.
Promised that i may...

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They want our rhythm but not our blues
They envy our natural melanin yet tan too
We wear our style and they call it hood
They copy it now and say it’s all good

They want to erase our heroes and heroines 
Because there’s a power in the skin...

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