Best Murderers Poems
A Suggestion for Future Mass Murderers
By Elton Camp
A fiend has taken twisted action again
Later to be another, who knows when
At Sandy Hook, he had his awful way
Innocent little children wantonly to slay
The lowest of cowards he has to be
To go on such a vile shooting spree
The least humanity such man does lack
To gun down those who can’t fight back
There remain more such lurking out there
Who, for decency, haven’t the least care
Monster, before you go and do your worst
Do the world a favor--kill yourself first
I just love to watch Dateline
And Forty-Eight Hours Mystery…
I often scream at my television
‘How stupid can someone be?’
Their internet searches are careless
Looking up such truly awful things
‘The best way to strangle someone’
‘murder 4 hire’; braggin’ bout their flings!
Cell phone pings surely don’t lie
Rental car records-easy to trace
Tire impressions and fingerprints
Idiots leave DNA all over the place!
Then there are the ones who crack
Confessing at the station
They should have shut their trap
Plead the fifth, interrogation cessation
I’ve strategized about what I'd do...
Lie in wait behind a bush?
Use Poison? Peaceful smothering?
Or maybe a little cliffside push?
Most killers are foolish, careless
As they bid their freedom ‘adieu’
I am far more calculating, clever
Smart enough to not tell you!
Written by: Natalie Flikkema
For Susan’s ‘Getting Away with Murder/Murderous Thoughts’ Contest
***Now if you’ll excuse me…I’ve got to go ignite my hard drive :) ****
Do you have any axe murderers in your family
No? How totally boring is that!
They add a little spice when telling your story
More interesting than your household cat
How about a bigamist or a felon of some note
That would be a total blast!
But before you climb up on your mighty high horse
Better thoroughly check out your past
Just having a little fun so don't send me letters
When reviewing this sweet little gem
Every once in a while I go off on these tangents
Soon be back on the track once again
Do you have any axe murderers in your family
If you have to answer yes to the above
I solemnly promise to keep it our little secret
And end with good wishes and love
© Jack Ellison 2012
They have carried me to the slaughter house and butchered me mercilessly. They
have believed what they have done is in the name of righteousness. So therefore,
their hearts feel no remorse for my slain soul. Before my execution, they tried to trap
me with lies, maze of deceptions and plots, but Jehovah rescued me. Jehovah
provided a means of escape for me; nevertheless, my pursuers were relentless.
They had plotted, hunt and irradiated. My assassins prevailed - they have
conquered and killed an innocent me. I had tried to show them that I was never an
enemy, but hatred had consumed their hearts, so they murdered me.
Standing there,
viewing carnage hands.
Blood descends to floor,
and softly lands.
Drops of life,
this once used to be.
Flowing through harmless hearts,
before when free.
Their eyes filled with agony,
from slaying hands and brutal way.
Physical/emotional neglect,
day by day.
Ugly faces,
surround work of death.
Pain and frightening screaming,
until final breath.
What people don't see,
nor want to know.
How meat is slaughtered for them,
it should be shown.
Obama - Time To Bomb All Isis Murderers Straight To Hell
And now there is Paris
BOMB ALL ISIS GENOCIDE KILLERS STRAIGHT TO HELL
Commander-In-Chief Obama, you need to call steady air strikes until you have blown ISIS TERRORIST GENOCIDE KILLERS off the face of this earth! Even if it takes American ground troops,, all nations must send special forces ground troops! They are even beheading little children who will not convert to Islam Jihad! No one on this earth is safe as long as they and other terrorists of their ilk exist. They say they will hang their flag in the White House, it's time to destroy them, time to take care of business!
NOW! NOT LATER! :(((
Copyright © 2015 Robert William Gruhn
Do not cry for images displayed on table
showing your guilty drops.
Watery falls will not save your conscience
nor angel present pure fury heart.
No sympathy gained for blooded hands taken from sorrow souls.
In time
body will wrinkle behind metal justice.
For when last breath has taken
your spirit shall decent below earth's waste where it belongs.
Back to open flames of licking heat
back to cowards smiling arms of lies.
Your sin shall soon meet your fate
until then........
.
Do not cry for images displayed on table
we have risen where you won't ever be.
Free.
When positions of authority
Blatantly abuse their power
Telling you what you’re seeing
Isn’t what it appears to be
We need accountability.
When the murderers wear badges
But skip the silver bracelets
And orange jumpsuits and
Remain free to kill again
There should be accountability.
Too much has gone on
For too long to too many
Man’s law isn’t enough.
So justice can truly be served
Why isn’t there accountability?
We shouldn’t have to fight
Day in and day out
Simply for the right to breathe
We’re all human beings
Yet there’s no real accountability.
I pray each night for lives lost
At the hands of those
Who had sworn to protect
I pray God comes and restores order
So there will be accountability.
Something’s gotta give.
© 6/27/20 JJSmalls
The Russians Are Coming
The Russians are coming, tremble in fear
Hide your jewelry, washing machines, beer
But their army is weak, only fights the unarmed
We should take them out and all they’ve farmed
The Russians are coming, animals from the east
But they’re brains are deformed an insane beast
Morons with weapons what do you expect?
We allowed this, gave too much respect
A criminal in charge of a murdering race
Stab you in the back and lie to your face
Russia be proud for all you have done
Steal kids clothes take them home to mum
And you, you women, with husbands and sons
Who’s a pretty boy, rape who you want
Well justice is coming, well on its way
The civilized won’t forget, you're going to pay.
David Cox 22/05/22
Why do I hope
there is a Hell,
while wishing
to escape its
clutches myself?
Because I want
there to be a
special Hell
for those who
kill children.
12 percent of murders are committed by women.
Poison or arson is the method usually chosen.
If the wind is blind the storm should see
And if the storm is blind the wind should
See
If time is a bow then we are all victims
If work is for all then we are liars
Turn to time you know it that greed
Has turn to a flowing habit
If the cemetery is blind then we are dead
If the market is busy then we are nothing
Turn the journey of fame you know it
For the idle ones are made harvesters
If the Church is a light and the people
Are not witness then we are wheels
Of no motion
If the school is a salvage of hope then
We have not started
If hospitality of man is helpful
Then we are murderers for not building
On these thoughts.
mongrels need a price for the deed,
the eye 4 eye interface,
swish of a pickhandle, felt 4 the deed,
down between the ears the place...
re: 'The Butcher of Canning Vale'
Harry J Horsman
Don
Punished for nothing and sacrificed
For the sake of its murderers vanity
They victimized you to satisfy
Their own uplifting insanity
What was the subliminal god's reaction?
Seems he wasn’t too pleased with that
So quoting Mick Jagger, no satisfaction
Has appeared as a matter of fact
Mortal sins have exceeded all expectations
The worst get unlimited power
The wise have diluted in million variations
Their wisdom, to build more glass towers
The poor peaceful animal is unremembered
Under hassles and troubles of things
Kindness of the humble ones has been slandered
Evil thrive on the order it brings
What now, how about satisfaction
Where’s that god, is he not far around?
Pandora is setting up box production
And that scapegoat still falls on the ground.
Murderers
We are all murderers,
We take our nooses
And hang our personalities.
You take a gun
And blow a hole through what I do
I take my knives
And shred your intelligence.
He takes her dreams
And drowns them.
She takes everything that he’s become
And burries it alive.
We take everything we hope to do
And cutt it off,
Leaving it no hope of survivng.
You take my persona
And build it up,
Just to knock it down.
I take my razors
And watch your feelings,
Trickle out of your throat.
This is who we all are.