Best Serial Killer 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
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
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.
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
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
Upon my bed so silky and fine
I lay my resting Sweet Devine
A slip knot here to your hands and feet I twine
so you don't try to escape and be unkind
Gently I remove your dress of baby blue
for you a gown so white and new
my Sweet Devine don't misconstrue
Candles flicker upon your skin
as your eyes open and you try to cringe
your face giving an eerie derange
Soft music I play for you
as I wash your body so smooth and fine
it's almost a shame to call it a crime
My Sweet Devine did you whisper in my ear
a sudden word so hard to hear
did you say 'You will be mine?'
My Sweet Devine for when the sun sets tonight
I will be here to please and ease your pain
so I bid you to sleep tight until your windows show twilight.
Do You Feel Me? Do You Want More?
T Reams Part 7
I'm a serial killer of a different feather.
Loneliness is my Dark Passenger.
When loneliness overtakes me, I need to feel better.
Each day this need grows stronger and stronger,
so I stalk someone who is as lonely as me
and share a few moments of intimacy.
My loneliness ends and I abandon her,
leaving her dead inside, hopelessly massacred.
I don't want this life. I want it to end,
but it's going to happen again and again.
It's not unlike the mindset of a serial killer,
but it's perfectly legal, so I get away with murder.
how many people in your life that have been murdered?
probably none
my grandfather was a war herp
coma tosed
to have his wife a cripple
so i could run away scrambling from bs people for the rest of my life
11 tragic deaths in my life,
my family and friends
and their family and friends dropping like flies
the bills sent for the ambulance ride
leave me wondering why did you even bother come
to pretend to save my life
to wake me up and send me out the door
without being able to thank the people who just kept me alive
4 suicides, and im the lucky one to survive mine
4 murders have taken place in my life
and three tragic accidents
i have no idea what it would belike to see my family smile
theyre all dead
nothing but bs people come to watch me cry
who dont know who i am
never talk to me
and have no time for someone like me
off i go back to the hospital for more poison
and brag about malpractice
my stomache that cant digest any thing without pain or discomfort
but hey off your meds i can finally achieve an ********
love music by the way
the terrorist psychological attack with my name on it
offering me reason after reason to cry
what do i need another excuse to hate you
the politicians i cant contact
the police force harassing me
breaking my door down to ransack
stalking me to hand out tickets
breaking my nose afer a hostage situation
and its the bs people who tell me
trying to kill myself was the right thing
the military doesn't care
but make things happen over night
love watching you walk around in your underwear
at my pity party to be happy for you
but im not
im jealous
i hate you for it
your bs people
like these poetry sites with no clue
nice poem huh?
what a read....
go die
maybe after i get crippled they will have the heart to shoot me
but i doubt it
been raped, and tortured, and drugged, and beat by police, and held hostage
to be cyber stalked and have my accounts compromised
off and on and off and on
for 13 years
go kill yourself
war pig loser nation
what do you want me to say?
i know why people drop bombs now
i truly do
put me in a tank
and suck my d ick
existance is my enemy anyway
i hope he quits bothering to live
screw you face book
and twitter is a terrorist organisation
go ask microsoft
The Serial Killer (Duplex)
Daily
he waits
for night
to come
and then,
shrouded
in pitch
darkness
or pale
moonlight,
he goes
in search
of prey
striking
swiftly
without
mercy.
His needs
appeased,
the great
horned owl
puts his
conscience
to rest.
Remorse?
He does
not give
a hoot.
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Duplex form:
2 syllables each line
'I Got a Darn NA Again' Contest
Sponsored by Luloo (June 2019)
Placed 1st
He met her at the bar,
she asked him for a drink,
he said yes,
and he felt the link,
he saw everything that set her apart,
It went from calls,
to dates,
to late night coffee,
and cheese cakes,
Love was in the air,
he thought what they had was rare,
but in reality it was just...,
another murder affair,
she missed his calls
with no return calls,
at all,
she played games
to enthrall,
Then one day,
she came,
she knocked on the door, dressed in black,
poised to attack,
she explained she found someone better,
Do not write anymore letters,
she said,
they won't be read,
do not shed tears,
do not act dumb,
forget me,
drown yourself with beers
if you must,
I've gained your trust,
If it was love,
then its full of rust,
He was stabbed in the heart,
and burned all over,
he couldn't see her from afar no more,
as she left his life,
he knew hard would be the strive,
He walked alone under the city night lights,
without his might,
without his pride,
Grotesque was the man whose heart was broken,
walked alone under the city night lights,
without his might,
without his pride
Unseen hungry ghost
Predator in human skin
Lurks among the herd
Some folks drool for lamb
Others beef, but I prefer
The *other* red meat
Arcing silver edge
Slices a dark horizon
Full moon or my knife?
God's hand carves the earth
Canyon river running red
Metaphor in flesh.
Blood on my good shirt:
I just had this damn thing cleaned!
People are so rude.
Sleek steel crimson-graced
Open window into you
Pericardium!
Fresh-plucked beating heart
Just like a ripe tomato
Crush it in my jaws
Warming up the grill:
Home-made chuck on seeded buns.
Long pork for dinner!
Gleaming white arches
Spin around the spinal cord
Horseshoe, played with bones.