Best Murderer Poems
This limerick could be quite a chiller;
as a movie would be a nice thriller.
Who set fire to the wheat?
Leaving stubble and heat -
I hope they catch the cereal killer.
Psychopath
Incarcaration!
Cold,Justice
The first murderer in human history
Cain
Unwittingly sucked in
entangled within lifes cobwebs
poisoned wrapped and saved for later
Until satisfaction for hunger is needed
preyed upon with slow satisfaction and pride
despite the deceit and trickery of enticement
Faced with soulful persecution of honesty
reality and truth to be lost forever
whilst deceitful one is admired
Displayed devouring of specimen
No trial nor retribution, let others fall fate
alas before finished – destiny will strike
Poor black widow will choke
own untimely death from own grip of life
suffocating truths stifled now smothering
Dear Almighty!
I've lost the man
Whose rib you pulled out of him
And transformed it into me.
I've lost the protector of my life.
That special shield of mine
Is no where to be found.
My son, husband, the father of my babies
And the head of my family
Has disappeared into thin air.
The true friend I had,
The shoulder I'm supposed to lean on
When I cry,
Has gone missing.
What I see today
Is a rapist, murderer and a threat
To my life and the entire society.
Heavenly Father!
I know I am a sinner,
But please come join me in the
Search of my lost one.
A murderer was terrorizing my city.
Everyone was fearful, even me,
and so I did what I do to relieve anxiety,
I began writing creatively.
I began to write a fictional story
written in the form of poetry
about this murderer terrorizing my city.
In the form of a journal or diary,
I would write as if this murderer was me.
I would scan the newspapers and watch the news on TV
everyday about this murderer terrorizing my city,
and then I'd imagine this fiend's activities
writing every dark detail in rhyme poetry.
I would post this work in progress privately
on Facebook so I could go back and work on it occasionally,
but one evening after heavy drinking at a party,
I accidently posted it publicly.
Does anyone know a good attorney?
I need one who can get Stevie Wonder a drivers license, seriously.
For everyone who hates his brother murders a person, and you know that eternal life cannot abide in anyone who murders a person.
Aramaic Bible in Plain English
1John 3:15
A murderer biblically,
Sometimes a person can be a killer
in the eyes of God ignorantly.
As he "she "continue hating other people daily.
Telling some haters to stop hating can be daily songs
in the ears of thousands of world dancers
As the preachers don't discourage to speak loudly
in the groups, at the beaches , at flee markets,
in the churches and on the streets.
Some folks understand them , stop hating other folks
and allow godly love to shine their lives,
But others can reject their daily devotions
and continue living inhumanely.
A murderer biblically,
Hating means killing according to the scripture,
How many people does a hater kill daily?
( lots of people dying innocently.)
It is good time to repent and
stop hate in the World.
July 19/2023
Judge me, all ye judges
All ye, without guilts.
Spit your verdicts
I'm prepared lick the muck.
.
Point fingers at me
Men with polished nails.
Condemn me
Men with vile tongues.
.
Guilty!
I plead
To all charges
Levied at me.
.
I desire sanctions
Appropriate measures, ruled.
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'I was asked out
As a life long mate
I concurred
For I was yet a lad.
.
Days died, days lived
Months grew old and grey
Years rode on life's rolling-coasters
I was deeply in love's depth.
.
My first love
Took me out on dates
Made me believe, I did believe
None was better, none would ever.
.
I believe the lies
For they seemed true
Now, do I realize
Truthful lies are lies too.
.
My first love: my past
Died last night,
I did hit him with a bat
Before dawn births its light.'
The other day, while I was watching T.V.
I overheard, words, that really disturbed me!
I turned to channel 9, to stimulate my mind,
to watch the daily news. When I became frustrated and infuriated!
When an 18 year old man, was shot to death over a pair of shoes.
I couldn't comprehend, nor could I understand!
How could a boy's life end, so quickly, so suddenlly, so adbruptly.
Someone lost a son to a gun, a brilliant mind to a crime!
A dream to a reality, and a friend to a sin!
All over a pair of shoes, that cost less than a 110!
I instantly became teary eyes, because I couldn't realize,
how could someone die, yet murder for something materialistic!
Life is considered real, yet this was unrealistic!
Now both of their lives, are cateorize as just another statisic!
Blood have paved the foundation as concrete!
All over over a pair of shoes on another's man feet.
I closed my eyes as they becamed more blurred,
uttered words, of total hate, forcing myself to reguritate,
everything I just ate!
Trying to make empty space, so I could digest the news next plate!
Filled with broken promises and unspoken words!
Through this spoken word I speak down on clowns,
who swear their down, and commit drivebys as they drive by!
What will it take for mankind,
to alter their fate of totat destruction and curruption!
Yet if it's not who we know, we decide to let it go!
Then turn the channel, to watch the next reality show,
because we care not to know, nor to change!
Becuase society over emphasises since birth,
that the world revolves around money and change!
So it depends on how much money we have, or what we are wearing,
to determine our worth!
So society takes first then ask questions later, if any at all.
Until it's you recieving the 911 call.
Answering the phone,
to be ask to come to the morge,
to identify your son!
Because they sadly regret to tell you,
your son is never again coming home!
......"Leave you slumpt on the dutty streets........
...I dunno where you from..But....thats how its done in east".....
Was what a pathetic chav so full of snide had once said
Those words turned prophetic once he'd knifed a lad to death.
An unpoetic wannabe gangsta
One deadbeat thuggery wanka
The Whideboy who couldn't rap
His lines wouldn't rhyme and his timing was crap
Who thinks a balaclava makes a man harder?
Only scared little wussies
An big fooking pussies
An pricks like gangsta wannabees.
So many ways he preys with a blade
When he got denied by a date
Then he tried his hand at her rape
Intimidation with no hesitation
Prisons waiting your destination
A God given blessing convenient
Knifes gone missing where it went
And the only witness except the late
Is the lowly convict and his mate
If the victim's slain and laid to rest
Makes it easier to blame self defence
Maybe he's a one off the rude sheep of the clan
Let's see how many more of his crews deep in the slam
I don't use words like SCUM lightly
It won't be untoward it's just and rightly
A quick flick through the dicks
Facebook wall told you it all
And gave me the answer
He's a wannabe gangsta, A TOTAL TOOL.
I bet he'll become a Love ***** in prison
Get really chub and give some bosom.
Once a saint now a murderer
Obi On the first stand
was an honest man
Who was love and respected
By his people
He stood for truth and peace
When an important issue
That require a truth arise's
It was obi that judge
All was please with him
Once a saint now a murderer
On a long run
It is another time to appoint
For a new leader
Obi protested
With trust
His people choose him
Oh obi a noble man
They chant with
hopes of a better Tomorrow
Once a saint now a murderer
At the beginning
Obi was good
His rules and laws
Was well acceptable
His people was so happy
With his ways
And chant always
Like they finally
Have the true messiah
Oh obi a noble man
They keep chanting
With trust
Once a saint now a murderer
Like a betrayal
Things went sow
Change of evil now row
From obi's rule's
Like a joke obi turn
Into the unknown
Corrupt with a mind of greed
Around him was his new
Friends
called the kabans
Obi never stood for the people any
More
Once a saint now a murderer
The people got shock
They went so heal from
Disappointment
Obi was a noble man
What happened
They cried
Some went crazy
Some murdered themselves
By them self
Yet obi was more ruthless
He murdered any one that spoke
Up against him
And his atrocities went on and on
Obi not only murder people
But he murdered the trust of
His people
At first he was a saint
Now he is a murderer
Note
In life nothing is guaranteed
A true leader is rare
And above all
Divine.
Are you ready?
Picture eighty-seven children, practicing for a Christmas show
in a sales barn that does not have heat or a sound system.
A skunk died somewhere in here a few hours ago.
Many are screaming.
Some are crying.
Many do not know me.
I am new in town, and obviously crazy.
It is freezing cold.
I had unwisely told all the mommies
to do their Christmas shopping
and leave all eighty-seven children with me
without any other adult chaperones.
I could be a killer. I guess no one understood that
because they did.
We were all sobbing when they returned to pick up their
children. I did not show it on the outside. I was too "nice".
I was sobbing on the inside, trying to figure out how to save
face when it failed, flopped, and was the worst show they had ever
seen.
It came to me a few hours later after I had my heart attack and died twice. I called six mommies and gave them parts. One was the narrator, because she knew the children's names. Which was
a much better start than I had. Two others would get them on and off the stage.
Did I mention I telephoned every number in the church directory to see if anyone could figure out how to rig up a star that lit up on the back of a pick up that we could all follow from the church to the manger (aka sales barn) the night of the program? The man who could do it was named Ziegwier. The last name in the book, so I called them all.
It was the best Sunday School Christmas play in the history of the world because I was the last car to get there, due to me orchestrating so much stuff at the church, and the six women had it all going beautifully and well by the time I parked clear in the back and ran in there. I sat back and relaxed, knowing God was in the house.
The Face of a Murderer
By Elton Camp
“There is no art to find the mind’s construction
in the face.” William Shakespeare
The Norway shooter isn’t what I’d expect to see
As he doesn’t look like a psychotic killer to me
John Wayne Gacy and Jeffrey Dahmer fit the role
As insane people who are completely out of control
But this fellow looks like a really quite nice boy
Whom to have your daughter meet you would enjoy
But incredibly he set off a massive bomb in the city
And then killed teenagers without the slightest pity
It illustrates that we are living in a dangerous time
A normal looking person may be a total ball of slime
What excuse can this person possibly have to give
Why, due to him, nearly 100 people no longer live
Descending with time
as we grow against time
let the hatred pull you back
hateful.deceiving.wicked.
slowly rotting into the fallen grave of opportunity
what was once filled with chance
now has overflowed behind your bleeding eyes
what's dead is done
there will be no more
i'll chase you into the past
and push you further away
as you fade under the hands of time
being remembered for defiance of hatred. your line of betrayal.
back up, further away.
you're descending with time,
as we grow against time.
love never backs down.
love lives on forever.
your black heart must have been born dead.
like the line that represents your life.
he lives on, we live on.
your evil eyes will soar straight to the ground
as we run against time
Although this is torture at best
I often try to make it real in my head
the way you would have looked over his chest
watching the life drain from him as he bled
your heart racing while his had stopped
the room falling silent as his body dropped
were you shaking with panic or even remorse
while you made up a story and handled a corpse
did he shed a tear, or go out all too slow?
I shouldn't be wondering but I just need to know
does he ever cross the bridge of your mind
does he haunt your dreams the way you haunt mine?
the life that was robbed was the father of two
much like another, a father being you
but your girls were so little, you see
when you robbed their innocence
the same way you did with me
a beautiful life was stolen and you get to walk free