Best Ripper Poems

Through the streets of Whitechapel
 A monster roamed them all
 He left behind a history
Many to enthral
 But who knew the romance 
The lover behind this affray
 He may wield a knife but in fact
 Was Jack gay?
 A romantic, emasculated by a wife
 A...

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The man in the alley is insane.
Syphilis eats at his brain.
All dressed in black,
he is ready to attack.

He stalks in the dark of night,
trying to stay out of sight.
A certain type he wants to find.
Whores,filthy whores screams in his mind !

A door opens at a...

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Jack the 
Ripper,
He walks & 
talks,
Like an 
ordinary 
person.
Is he a 
psycho 
murderer,
Or a serial 
killer,
Maybe a 
famous actor,
Or a police 
constable.
He is 
bloodlust 
terror,
One who 
possess skill 
of invisibility,
Now he is 
Legendary,
The renowed 
london 
bridge,
The place of 
unravelling 
horror,
An unknown 
destiny 
reached,
Or a mystery...

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Jack the Ripper,
As a savage nipper,
Possibly slashed his toys,
And didn’t play with other boys.

Jack the Ripper
May have liked kipper,
But he ate a kidney one day -
Or, at least, so people often say.

For Andrea's Show me the Funny contest, Part Two
Originally for PD’s clerihew contest...

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Reaching to the sky in terror, another helpless victim of an
Inconceivable crime cries out for mercy. Blood curdles as screams 
Pierce the night of London town. Who is the madman on the loose 
Preying on the defenseless? The answer comes from hell…
Evil is lurking in...

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the knife,as it cuts
spills guts,who share their secrets
living in someone...

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Tacita leaned in close and lowered her voice a tad. “So tell me, Jack. What’s your real name?"

"You don’t really want to know who I am. You just think you do. Aye, the public loves its monsters – as long as we keep our distance....

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when the knife goes in
the cuts had a sure purpose
to preserve organs...

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gruesome murder scene
missing body parts,loss blood
eyes have been removed...

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I Jumped up suddenly out of my bed
With Jack the ripper spinning in my head
And the word cabinet kept floating in my bed
I had a very serious message to deliver
But I don't know who to tell because it felt improper
My heart was pounding and I...

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as he stabs,he loves
not the human,only death
and death becomes her...

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he played a dirty hand
though he washed them 
thoroughly each day.
Brilliant mind, hiding
a hollowness so dark
committing horrendous crime
on the lowly and the discharged,
those forced to feed on the grime
of sinners in bright attire.

No one would give a damn
to these despised street beggers
they would know his...

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he watched her,
lying there in the grass, among flowers,
the cherry petals covering her slowly…
he suddenly realized
how sweet was the shadow
touching her
and each flower gently offering
its tribute of death to her
was no less beautiful
than that wonderful crimson bloom
he himself had helped birth
on her chest…
the nectar of...

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Wanton women of Whitechapel
Desperate and destitute
Weakened from want
Shrunken stomachs barren of bread
Dying from disease in dingy dosshouses
Selling themselves on the streets for shillings
to buy beer, a bed for the night
or a bonny new bonnet
to enable them to appear more
enticing to men with money to spend
A...

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I've spent the evening hunting, as I'm wont to do
and choosing for tonight an older lass,
I hold the shop door open while she passes through
and as it closes, watch her in the glass

Her face is plain, no trace of paint unlines her skin,
her matted hair...

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