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 was all I could see
On my last day, he took me by surprise
Now everyone around me cries
It's too late to tell all my loved ones good-bye
Or, even understand the reason why?
Today I'm in a place where he can't touch me
In a box called a coffin, only I can see
While you stay and rot behind in jail
God did and took me away from your hell
:)
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 my knees
Always playing the victim
You're good at playing that game
Lies of mistreatment; lies and untruths
All I ever wanted was away from your abuse.
That night I planned to leave
That night my plan was perfect
But you found out and rallied your crew
You said I couldn't leave, you said we weren't through
I managed to escape you
And locked myself in a room
But you had other plans
And I knew my fate was doomed
You pryed open my door
And I tried to keep it shut
But your crew breached the second entry
And I knew my time was up
You stood behind the gun;
You pointed it in my direction
You pulled the trigger;
And took my life
You took it with just one finger
You claimed my death was suicide
But we both know the truth
You continue to play the victim
But now they're on to you!
Written By: Kristin Bordelon
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, the hollowed out orbs
Where my intuition has failed…
My love for you stalks at my feet, its hot breath
Warming my Achilles heel, the weakness that lets you in…
I cannot escape you…I cannot fool myself into hatred,
Though it’s just a thin line away,
I cannot shake off this damnable love, no matter how much
It hurts, no matter the knives of white-hot agony that stab
My heart, no matter how you choke me with your ropes
Of lies and deceit…and you, how you repay me,
You pick up the shards of my shattered dreams, so much crushed glass,
And grind them into my weeping wounds, you spit on
My flailing hopes as they flap on the ground like crows
With tattered dragging wings…you murder me with a smile…
And all the while my love for you clings to my hem, bulldog determined,
Digging deeper and deeper into my melting soul, penetrating the bone,
Burning brands of linked sixes in my marrow
Soon I fear it will bite so deep it will sever me in two, and leave me,
A mangled maimed malcontent dying slowly in a pool
Of my own pathetic longing…my own self destructive love
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 we’re in
King, Tubman, Malcom X, Garvey and more are
Past heroes guiding future black American stars
They say it’s DEI and continue to denim deny
Racist goals and faulty souls as the reason why
Black is resilient beautiful and brilliant so true
You enslaved raped murdered hate, we don’t need you
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!
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 eggs;
Bunny would be quite busy hopping on two spindly legs.
Sadie, a monarch butterfly fluttered into their path;
she was perched on a tree branch taking her daily sun bath.
“Hi!” she said to Sam and Sadie. “Have you heard hottest news?
The Easter Bunny was murdered, on the headline reviews.”
Sam and Sadie were speechless, much too shocked to say the least;
who murdered the Easter Bunny, who was the wicked beast?
No one could think of anyone who wanted Bunny killed,
the whole town was suspected, everyone thoroughly grilled.
It couldn’t be Sam or Sadie; they were not at the scene;
whoever it was, they were desperate, extremely mean.
Small town sheriff investigated the deadly crime site;
there lay Bunny sprawled along the roadside, eggs colored bright.
Struck down by angry mother hawk, thought he robbed her love nest;
sheriff pulled out the handcuffs, placed mother under arrest.
Copyright © 2013 By Caryl S. Muzzey
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 recognizing
That love is not painful nor is it wasteful
Love is kind it's beautiful and faithful
Its not hateful nor is it fatal or distasteful
Love is grateful, pleasant and graceful
Love is loyal and it's gentle not brutal or bloody
Love is patience and its forgiving
Love never fades away with time
It’s stable and everlasting
Love is the healer of all time
It should not give anyone the reason
To commit any sort hideous crime
Love is gentle and kind
It is meant to be the healer of our time
It’s not devised to be cruel or unkind
How I wish for your sake,
I could reverse back time
Giving you a reason to make up your mind
To ask God for a little more time
For you to recognise and change
The things that caused you hurt and pain
But you are not fully to be blamed
Nor should you in death walk around in shame
For no one had foreseen that your death
Would have made it into the social media wall of fame
You are not to be blame
Farewell my friend R.I.P,
I hope in this lifetime your soul
Will travel throughout time
Finding peace in this lifetime.
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 time when children huddled
Expire in blood, mark my word, the snake
Will in some theory cuddled
Earn redemption from fire and the stake
They mourn for rights of arms despite
The constitution's outworn belief
The trust of law could still ignite
The land in despot's horror and grief
I shall mourn for mothers and me
Mourn for children murdered by our greed
For power, and the serpent I see
Is ego slinking through the shallow weed
This paradise is not good. Too
Much freedom gives sin an open door
Just laws will not still protect the few
While terror thirsts for mayhem and gore
The tree of liberty has fruits
I do not like, faults that threatens me
For some claim limitless pursuits
That change freedom to insanity.
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 has now been disemboweled,
“Mark my woids!” Bugs cried out “Sample that bastids’ blood!”
“No one hates rabbits more than that twisted Elmer Fudd!”
“You’re paranoid” Rodger snorted “the one who murders for kicks...
is that obvious cereal killer, the rabbit from the box of Trix,
“Wrong again” sniffed Uncle Wiggly, “you’re no kind of private-eye”
“But speaking of tricks, when you see her next, tell Jessica that I said hi”
“You can’t just point your finger and tell the police to slap on the cuffs”,
You’re so afraid of your own shadow; you’ve filled your pants with cocoa puffs,
Peter leapt up “A demented rabbit killer, it’s McGregor that’s plain to see!”
“He’s got my clothes on a pole in his garden, hanging in effigy!”
Wiggly shot back “…or is it gang related? Their alibis are somewhat frail”,
“Exactly where were those thugs, Flopsie, Mopsie and Cottontail?
“Hanging around Thumper and Br’er Rabbit; I tell you they’re all the same!”
“Do I really have to remind you all how Thumper got his name?”
Borrowing their hole deeper and deeper, down into that rabbit hole
Theories and explanations, none of which could console,
It will make little difference, because now there will be no Easter
The debate will go on and on, as scared rabbits talk out their keisters,
In a squalid little burrow on the wrong side of the rabbit tracks
Amid the empty red bull cans, lies a bloody axe,
On the handle of the door a “do not disturb’ sign is hanging
And in the bedroom is the Energizer; but it’s not his drum he’s banging,
There the recent widow is doing what bunnies do best,
Meanwhile across the field they are laying her hubby to rest.
March 5 1012
The smell of leather,
Stirs the Auschwitz warehouses:
Leather reminders.
___________________________
Inspired by the Auschwitz Shoes
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 the tunnel, I did as was told,
vaporising desire in realms upper.
Murder of ego, destiny foretold!
27-January-2021
Murder in the tunnel poetry contest
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 night Putting smiles on faces In the morning light Who shot the Easter Bunny Before his prime All the disbelievers Are guilty of this crime Ok time to tell the truth Just between me and you I murdered the easter bunny Love rabbit stew
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 never walk
sole
My tears evaporate as I burn
inside.
And red eyes are all that I might
show for my anguish.
Redundant of who i am aside
I have evolved to a beast that i
can't distinguish.
Before long the thought shunts
me.
That i am but a subsidiary
A piece of a puzzle, in this frame
A trivial contract that I now
burry
All the music murdered
as the Empire falls
the colour pink from
the fading blushing cheeks
of broken angels
breath sucked away
school bells toll death
dark creatures Dementors
pistol legions burning parades
constant and strong
now fly in weekly
through open doors
Le Diablo pats the ombré backs
of quacking leaders
their passive bills carrying bullets
too late the redeemable exchange
as the world is painted black
days of darkness
forget the colour grey
hearts cut on silent shores
watch the horror unfolding
shocked for words
terrified sorrow turns appalled
the nightmare never goes away
All the music murdered
as the Empire falls
suffer the little children
its beautiful ones
harmonies all slaughtered
innocent symphonies
silenced in scores
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Luke 18:15-17
Matthew 18:10-14
Murdered
Life’s sparkle buzzed, danced;
Her life absconded by gun,
Soul departed earth.