Best Serial Poems
I have a thrill and a high profile skill
I must have dominance I will get your full confidence
I crave for lust even though you disgust
I control all things with you as you go on a stroll
I will make you bow down to me this will be your downfall
I am very intelligent as you become very diligent
I will stalk you as you start to feel distraught
I'm just your neighbor, or maybe a co-worker
Do You Feel Me? Do You Want More?
2/3/15 T Reams copyright Contest: 5th Place
The Serial Detective
I turned the last page,
It is time to say “goodbye.”
We embraced most of many days,
My tears are salty, though your eyes are dry.
I’ll miss your tummy, the touch of your hand,
Your flabby cheek, the moon, the band.
The way you made notes in your tiny book,
The way you put together the facts while I cooked.
You could solve a case with a burnt cigar,
And go on to another killing not far
You’re fearsome, yet lovesome, yet have a good head,
How many books have you written in my bed
I see her as she starts to approach toward me
carrying roses for her special day
her mind in an hypnosis state not aware this is the closest I've been to her
as I start to forbear from her
I have watched her for days and days have become weeks
she is not meek but 'oh' so, so sweet
my heart beats a thousand beats in the anticipation to come
with my new techniques just for her that will occur
The echoes in my mind talk to me as I get to close to her
and warns me not to impose or I may become exposed
I will silently watch her for now and I give her my vow
you are mine my sweet divine!
Do you feel me? Do you want me?
T Reams
Serial Murder in Haiku
Murder one: Mary Lou
A prostitute dead
Motionless body cold blood
Killer on the loose
Murder Two: Stephaney
Body found in ditch
Brutally mutilated
Police have no clue
Murder Three: Erica
Another girl dead
Throat slit in dark alleyway
Body left no clue
Murder Four: Julie
Girl strangled in car
Hand prints found around her neck
Police have a clue
Murder Five: The catch
Murder of four girls
Sentence to life in prison
No chance of parole
Foreboding of a tempestuous storm,
it blackens as it draws near,
a cumulonimbus in towering form,
extending to the troposphere,
So cast off mooring and slacken the line,
break free while there's still time,
'cause I'll pull you under if you don't let go,
Save yourself and abandon ship,
I'll take on water and sink too quick,
in gales of winds the swells arise,
these waves will break and so will I,
Roars of thunder and screeching wind,
sheets of lightning and pelting rains,
walls of waves will batter within,
until our stability wanes,
So cast off mooring and slacken the line,
untether your heart from mine,
'cause I'll drown us both if you don't let go,
Save yourself and abandon ship,
I'm taking on water and sinking quick,
in gales of winds the swells arise,
these waves are breaking and so am I
There once was a serial killer
His life was one sickening thriller
From the bodies he’d saves
And the ones in the graves
His life was one bloody chiller
Tho his mental state wasn’t quite normal
And his social skills never that formal
He loved people to pieces
Even after life ceases
With dead bodies he does like to dabble
Now that sounds rather creepy you say
That killing is how one spends his day
While it’s not quite a profession
More like an obsession
In the end they’ll come take him away
AgMoore©
Authors note: This was done as an exercise, we were given certain words (a wordle )
and it was the writers choice what form to put them in and how to use them.
Gun shots popped.
Revelers dropped and bled.
Most ran.
The injured lay
on the trash-covered ground.
Some stayed and covered
the wounded or dead.
The shooter was found and shot.
Or maybe he turned the gun on himself.
But he comes back again,
the same rage in a different cell,
the same soul in a different skin.
The crime has not been solved.
Let’s call it what it is:
A serial killing spree.
Open wounds are re-shot
shattering nerves and floating debris—
a stronger blast hits the same spot.
We cannot heal.
We have no real security.
Is it time to say,
“Mountains, fall on us!
We don’t want to see anymore.”?
Or is this another isolated incident
in a neighbor’s back yard
that we can ignore?
Rita A. Simmonds
Early October, 2017
My sweet Divine it's been to long and now it's time to play
for in my domain I will put you on display
Your lover gave you red roses I bring you white
and on my side I carry the sleek and silver knife
While you were in the mart I slipped inside your car
for tonight you will become the star
The dress of beauty has been laid out
with my own fingers I did create
I rub the seats so plush and oh so soft
I must focus and not get lost in my thoughts
Your smell is everywhere as I lower to prepare
I know you may get scared but you will love my lair
I kiss and lick the fabric a taste of your sweet scent
sending chills of small currents I do not resent
Holding back my tears knowing our love will never disappear
for in the end you will volunteer
So graceful and so genteel you slide behind the wheel
as you start your journey home not knowing your fate has been sealed
I sneak up to peer........your eyes and I make contact
in the little rear view mirror
Do You Feel Me? Do You Want More?
T Reams 3/26/2015 Part 4 The story line will continue
SLK- Serial Killer
a true crime novel
about Scott Kimball
As our eyes locked in the tiny rearview mirror I could see your fear
jerking your arms in a sudden movement
to veer to the side of the road wishing for a way out to unload
But I'm quick to rise and whisper in your ear
'This would not be wise my Sweet Devine'
I see your eyes so full of terror and wide
as your tears start to slide
My hands creasing up and down your cream color slender neck
your mind wondering what I will do next
as I run my fingers through your long soft hair a beautiful brunette
While my tongue probes around your ear I can smell and taste
your sweet sweat of despair
you seem to enjoy..."Oh my, was that a twitch of a grin on your lips
or just a tiny slip?" as I start to toy
Reaching behind my back I bring to you a single white rose
just for you my Sweet Devine
now that we are so close my blood starts to flow
my heart wanting to explode
Gently I place the white rose inside your baby blue dress
giving you full details of directions to our private special nest
as I continue to blow and caress you to impress.
Do you feel me? Do you want more?
T reams 4/4/15
Lovers spooning in harvest moonlight,
Unaware of man in the moon,
Amorous the nude mooning,
Of the man in the moon,
Pleasures reaped of sow,
Harvest of earth,
Two lovers,
Shucking,
Corn!
Gathered of golden harvest autumn,
Harvest moonlight gives approval,
Essence love, reflects brilliance,
Of the source majesty,
Pleasures bare witness,
Lover’s rejoice,
Of choice…love,
Sacred,
Voice!
For Contest: Harvest Moon; P
In Honor of Debbie Guzzi
John Wayne Gacy dresses as a clown,
killing boys and putting them into the ground.
Ed Kemper had a bad temper
beheading his victims seemed simpler.
Ed Gein danced in the moonlight,
wearing pieces of women who didn't put up a fight.
Ted Bundy seeked sympathy,
then he killed and showed no mercy.
Jeffery Dahmer who was late,
finds boys for sex then ate.
Dennis Rader was a sick one,
torturing and killing til his work was done.
What makes them tick?
Is it genetics are they born sick?
Was it the parents and abuse?
No one knows how many are on the lose.
Twilight has come casting a beautiful flicker upon my silver knife
who has taste the women who gave a price and in the end their life
Some were quick because I tend to bore and some took days upon my board
as my mind remembers and bask back in time of the wonderful gore
The steps I climb to your lonely room while the candles give off the scent of honey dew
'My Sweet Devine' it is now time as the clock sings it's suspenseful chime
Your door I open and with grace I stride to your bedside to look upon my bride
'Oh my Sweet Devine' I love the fear as you cringe and try to hid
With a quick cut I make upon your thigh thou not to deep just enough to make you weep
only you don't make a peep just gasp from your breath giving a long sigh I can tell
you wish to defy
I wish to hear you speak and cry out for my pride
but you glance upon my face with a look of disgrace and in a soft whisper
you state,
'My Sweet Devine will you be mine you ask? The answer is no but untie my hands
and I will make you mine for I to have a great show and plenty of time.
Do you feel me? Do you want more?
Hint: Who is the real serial killer?
T Reams copyright 2015
While you were away I roamed inside your home today
my mind and memories on photoplay
I found your roses in the trash starting to decay
I already knew your lover had strayed
Each room is so much like you I can smell your sweet perfume
of the honeydew it is so you
I see you sleep on satin sheets 'oh' I want so much to play
as I lay upon them dreaming of our special day
I touch your clothes so soft and see them on you as you pose
this vision so strong I fall to my knees wanting you exposed
I start to weep my heart hurting at every beat
knowing I can't wait much longer I feel so incomplete
Some would say I'm insane or act a little strange
but so untrue I'm very constrained and by no means deranged
You are my Sweet Divine even though you are blind to me
but when we meet you will see for this I guarantee!
Do you feel me? Do you want more?
3/15/2015 part 3 T Reams
At last we have arrived to my special castle
well hidden and disguised
the moon is so bright tonight it looms in the shadows
with delight with only one single light
Gracefully I slide to your side taking your hands in mine
giving a soft whisper of a warning to be kind
or a quick blow across your neck I can bestow
Your baby blue dress caressing and moving with grace
from the gentle wind that blows upon my place
for you my Sweet Devine I have a bed to thread and bind
You seem to shiver from deep inside your face so pale
and looking horrified your thoughts wondering what I have
for you in mind
My blood is boiling with such excitement
as we near the door to my chamber of lore
that I know you will come to adore
Your beautiful eyes looking up to me
showing nothing but hate and despise
no longer showing fear as they used to appear
"But Oh.. My Sweet Devine," you put on a good disguise
but for me you will be my grand prize
Into my house, my chamber we glide
my hands held tight to your side
with a flicker of light your eyes go wide
with a faint you start to slide.
Do You Feel Me? Do You Want More?
T Reams 4/19/2015 copyright