Jack The Ripper Poems - Poems about Jack The Ripper

Jack the Ripper has not mended his ways Continuing search for unwary prey This time around, his weapon is poison Extinguishing lives of poor, his mission ‘The weak must perish’, Jack the Ripper says Homeless vagrants at food bank, to God pray Oblivious that blue skies have turned grey Their food today, prepared by a demon Jack the Ripper Panic sets in as these...

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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 is gathered in a bun Beneath the shabby dress, her frame...

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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 woeful and wretched existence worn down by the world envisioning escape Evil born...

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Although intoxicated within ethereal madness; bound within the chains of this soulless prison. I'm desperately in love with this Gothic sadness; whilst staring into a fog of disheartened reason. Walking and stalking through dark rancid streets; stopping for pints, now the pain's finally receding. Through smoke and crowds; reverent and discreet. A bottle to the abyss, now heartless and bleeding. Watch the frightened...

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Whitechapel, you must watch for me. Your streets unlit, they are dark and dreary. Those ladies of night go passing by. I’ve chosen my victim, the one to die. I Lurk, I follow, I know this place. I watch this woman, I see her face. I View this wench as she plies her trade. I cannot wait to show my blade. The blood...

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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 felt like vomiting I hurried outside and jogged around the circle I...

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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. Nessie and me, we know the score. It’s not us...

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Aaron Kosminski, you were not Jack the Ripper as many would have thought. You have not kept a dissecting knife under your coat as Raskolnikov had kept the ax. You were not addicted to opium. You liked the verse, The Hound of Heaven and that’s Finis Coronat Opus - the violence did not seized your...

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Gladys was a devote Baptist and a Sweet old lady who never had anything Bad to say about anybody so when this Young man moved into the neighborhood They said you can just look into his eyes And see he's nothing but bad news but Gladys said now didn't our Lord say he Who is without sin cast the first stone? Little did...

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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 nearby Inn. Laughter for a moment and silence again. The click-clack of...

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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 of the Ripper? Over a century past, From the first victim to...

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He cuts throats too, my dear friend Ramsay! How can I sing myself to comfort, Sing wonderfully, as my father brags, With a cut throat!? Perhaps the draining of my fluids shall be our killer's lullaby, As he sleeps soundly with the soothing flow Of my newly dead blood! With an uncertain sigh, I now stand alone, quaking! Cruel thought imagining despairing fate How could...

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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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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 clever hands, but their screams would not be heard, their agony ending...

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

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