Best Murders Poems

I see the shadow on the wall,
my breath catches and hope falls.
He has found me I do despair,
The Axeman is standing there.

Hiding in the house...

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murders rise on nights like these
                   crows...

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It’s siesta, yet one can hear from the second floor of the house the animated sharing of juicy news some visitors have brought to the...

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I write of a man named Edgar Allan Poe,
Whose dark, tortured soul could not rest,
His work is something every poet should know,
These stories are among...

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[This excerpt from a memoir I wrote 20 years ago seems sadly apropos given the recent mass murders and bombings]

This then is where my faith...

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Someone said, Hey Christopher


Someone said, “Hey Christopher,
what’s up with all this love
It seems in every poem
that is all you’re thinking of

Why are you always dreaming,
why...

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There was once a king who decided that for him - beauty was silence. 

 He issued a decree that all sound was banished henceforth...

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Welcome to Planet Earth, 
Our very own looney bin,
Where no human 
Is without sin.
Surely it is not only us out there,
Perhaps more advanced beings,
Or, perhaps...

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Oxymorons are cynical and fun.
Be careful though if you want to use one.
If it is familiar, it may sound quite trite.
Which murders your poem with...

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We went all our children
To be in land of the free
We want all our children
To be, to be
Live in a land of liberty
By our consitution...

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"Black Dog Barks"



I feed the beast pieces of my heart
Black Dog Barks
prowling inside my parametres silky soft paws

Black Dog Barks
I feed the Jabberwock pieces of...

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"The Green Bruise of Daylight" 

A person can die for love
one sees red
the other sees blue
purple bruises

one sees red 
alarm lights siren
purple bruises 
detach into...

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And we are left here
Like maggots—dirty, parentless…devastated
Always feeding on the gruel…the cruel
Fattening our lives in the moneyless bilk
Shocking like a bee sting, yet soft as...

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Burn the night with your yellow shine, fall to my feet with a bleeding heart that begs to exist in my world of fame and...

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Sun murders the breeze
Choking pores until they cry
Holding us hostage....

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