Crime Poems - Poems about Crime

My name's , are you listening? I grew up listening to that group called Rolling Stones I was told you're wasting your time by dreaming They never knew how harsh they were with those tones. Words they thought were normal for dreamers I didn't see why not, nothing could stop that Until one I was caught...

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A tall tree I did climb, on a bet of a dime. Baby Bear said it was funny, it was not for the big money. The limb broke what a crime....

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War Criminals When will there be eternal peace in Europe? When? “This is a good question,” said Satan thoughtfully. There has been war again for years. “Yes. This is the sad reality, “ said my Satan. How can war be abolished? “By eliminating the real aggressors,” Satan answered. Who are the aggressors? “Those politicians of Western countries who support Support the continuation of the...

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Who knew you were an ammunition, A camouflage with a malice! I'm still numb from the revelation No matter how much I try I'm afraid that I might risk walking the path that killed all my dreams I'd reinforced spellbound by your lies! I'm locked in your cellar For the crime of conviction In the castle you built And...

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After all these years it's my belief based on experience time is a thief all wounds it heals they say but in truth it took my looks purloined my zeal and stole my youth no matter the cost come what may I'm at a loss what can I expect today a past that won't last or linger longer any more and with or without me life goes on as before when at...

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The greatest snakes is not in the woods, Rather, it lives in the family Or in the circle of friends. In this life, whether in work, Family, feelings or friends Honesty is still the best policy. Those who are not tried in the fire, Are worth not for gold but a metal They become Judas, Ananias and Sapphira. The love of money always betray...

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AFTER THE HIT ON MY LIFE MY LIFE CHANGED IN AN INSTANT A CICERO CAR BOMB IGNITED MY FACE IT WAS MEANT TO BLOW MY BRAINS OUT THROUGH MY EYE BALL GARGANO HAD EVER THING PLANNED DOWN TO THE PERSONAL INJURY WRONGFUL DEATH LAWSUITS BUT IN AN INSTANT HE SIGHS JUST COVER YOUR EYE BABY...

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At Nahal Oz, Hamas hurled a substance weird It burst into flames, released a gas to be feared Jews suffocated in minutes, but we don’t know Who made it, what it was, nothing to show. At a theater in Moscow, rebels came in Took the audience hostage, in the cause of Chechin Russian police made an invisible gas flow Terrorists were...

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They do not spend their time at home the way most families do Talking of the day’s events and dreams they will pursue Oh no, this family’s different they’re led by dirty Don Steeped in lifetime swindle a master of the con Bit coins, crypto, real estate corrupt in every way Saudi secret deals are how these grubby grifters play Now they have a new account they’ll...

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The heather weeps, a purple bruise, Across the glens, the chilling news. No bagpipes drone a mournful sound, But sirens wail on hallowed ground. A thistle bleeds, its prickling crown, As innocence is stricken down. Young eyes, once bright with Highland fire, Now gleam with something dark and dire. The steel they flash, a twisted boast, A stolen childhood, dearly lost. Each shadowed lane, a...

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? What's the cost of having a place, we all are in a race ?? Trying to be the best, and stand out from the rest. No one cares about our...

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I never thought it a crime to write a poem without rime. Far worse in my eyes I would have thought is to plagiarize – unless it’s getting caught and serving time. ...

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We came not for conquest, but for containment— though conquest is what happens when containment itches beneath the skin like sulfur spores in a sealed lung. They had the secret. Not gold, not weapons, not prophecy— but language that healed. Real language— not poetry, not prayer, but syntax of cells. Their infants spoke in codons. Their trees rustled in protein sequences. Their dead decomposed into algorithms that rewrote the...

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The morning was dark and misty venturing out before the throng weaving between oak and elder the path I took was long I stumbled on a clearing and fell down upon my knees it was there I started digging through discarded wood and leaves burrowing through the top soil breaking deeper in the dirt my fingers and palms wore earth stains nails had worked to earn...

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He took a plane to Rapid City Hoped the bike trip would be pretty Took a cab to where the trail began— He had the spark of a younger man. Next day he cycled on the Mickelson Trail Though he knew he was in a moving jail Higher ups told us he must be kept down If left alone, he'd gain a...

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