Killer Poems - Poems about Killer

they don’t walk like the rest of us— there’s a rhythm, yes, but it’s off-beat, like jazz played in a padded cell. it starts early—when the dog barked too loud and nobody hugged them after. the world lit its fuse, and turned the other way. they grow quiet in the corners of rooms, watching how the meat falls off the bone, how people talk...

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A bedroom door that never locked, Footsteps heavy like thunderclocks, Mother's wine glass, cracked and red, Words that bruised more than fists ever did. A closet full of whispered screams, Apologies lost in fevered dreams, Father's belt, a sermon preached, Love, a language never reached. A dog buried in silence deep, Secrets traded instead of sleep, Schoolyard eyes like hunting knives, Laughter echoing butchered lives. The smell...

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He had a killer of a smile But his mind was a blank He could run a country mile Though he was built like a tank He got married eight times But each bride soon brought him back Rejected for his pebble-sized brain My sweet smiling Uncle Mack...

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The famous killer seven the great... I killed seven mosquitoes All of a Sole Played I turned hero immediately,... ! A HERO NOW I AM......

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I abhor the way that you’ve silently stalked me in my house I have begged you to leave But you steadfastly refused I’ve just found you in my bedroom I’m rooted to the spot in terror And yell so loudly my son rushes in Help! I scream. My son looks At my white face. He bravely squares up, corners the intruder then pounces like a cat. “Gotcha”! He says in...

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Originally published in Out on a Limb, An Anthology for Friends June 2020 “There is not a crime, there is not a dodge, there is not a trick, there is not a swindle, there is not a vice which does not live by secrecy.” - Joseph Pulitzer There is something that few recognize, But is transparent to...

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It was a late Saturday morning, and I was getting my 12-year-old self ready for our weekly summer sand-lot baseball game. I had my ball glove hanging on my bicycle handlebars, two baseballs, and my ball bat placed in the front bicycle basket. Before taking off, I had come inside to get a soft drink...

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. “Who is Wandering Over There? ...

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1ST Revised version NOTHINGYAHOO the psychopathic murdered of 51589. majority been Innocent and God fearing whose souls will testify keeping him in the hell fire FOREVER. Only did his mother know what evil, she would have summon God to stop his evil birth. The greed in NOTHINGYAHOO has no morality, just a carnivorous cannibal. schemes to manipulation human intelligence. Take...

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She fulfills my dreams, In her gaze, all I long for— Heaven in her eyes....

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Killer love This is ours, a feeling comes from you Yes, but we never met, it was my mistake Yes, everything is my fault, oh English lady I am so sorry, please, please, forgive me I needed love, but there was only one; You Yes. That love is your soul, please, be mine I want to die, without your heart, I can...

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It's been ten years since I've been diagnosed with this DISORDER, with that said, it's NOT a DISEASE. As an active kid, I had damaged a minute portion of my TRACHEA which is the wind-pipe, from where that collaborated function that's called the ESOPHAGUS, carries food/liquid down a [kissing cousin NOT twin] pipe called a...

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Love is a killer Works in my life a serial killer, my heart lives without the blood of wine Blue mercury flows in my veins, my heart is a split consciousness; I die Resurrection is my friend, I am always passing from life. Love. Killer. My life Life is respected from mine. Life is far from mine. My life...

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Freedom hides in me, A barbaric source of madness, Exposed in life to die, Am I too lucid or a dreamer? When the stars shake off the night, And the moon cries on a mountain corner, I carry with silent resignation The rotten coffin among the graves. A soul trapped in an eternal form That gives birth by killing itself to the same form, I...

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I'd always wondered, dreamed really, How it all could feel The world awash in currant marble Glistening from my skill I only plan perfectionism; A mind as sharp as ice To put my practice to the test I find my first device Never had I known before A feeling such as this For when I felt his last breath draw My veins went warm Like piss Now I'm...

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