Long Killer Poems
Long Killer Poems. Below are the most popular long Killer by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Killer poems by poem length and keyword.
Brutal winds snap frozen branches,
no drowsy Tree Sparrows soak up sun rays;
I shiver wondering if they can survive...
somewhere huddled together to stay alive!
The Hudson River has the slowest flow in several years,
it struggles to reach the huge Atlantic Ocean that roars;
there all the boats are anchored while hungry seagulls
search the icy waves for a prey that fears their beaks!
Playful dolphins are seen often and amaze spectators,
hawks perch on red maples and birches unless it snows;
and watch them with killer eyes unable to defeat these creatures:
they should be happy to catch bluefish and river herring, not these!
Ebbs won't rise, as they do on moonlights, their surface is too bleak,
and the absence of a plenilune surely predicts their imminent doom;
there are six weeks to spring: isn't it the awaited relief we seek,
or the longing for flowing water and weeping willows to bloom?
No way in
No way out
I feel like a prisoner in my own country
American Berlin wall is what I call it
It's funny how the past repeats itself
Man kind selfish acts is like killing a bird with a stone
stone bird killer
stone bird killer
stone bird killer
stone bird killer
go ahead and cast the first stone
because I know you don't care
I still feel like I have to fight for my
freedom even if I 'am free as bird that flies the pretty blue skies
I don't know what's going to happen when the American Berlin Wall goes up
They say it's for are protection
But protection from what
We still have gangs
we still have crime
We still have drug Lords running are communities
We still have drug trafficking
We still have human trafficking
So how are you protecting the people of United States
When you still have those situations inside the United States
Stone bird killer stop lying
about how you protecting the people of the United States about putting the wall up
When you can't even protected us from those situations now
I was broken and lost,
Always been smart
but the vision got tossed.
Led astray
Now I’m back call it my new start, new day.
I craft code, make pages on the web,
Facial recognition, AI in my head.
Shopify stores, I’m the master, no lie,
Movie databases, bots that reply.
Cloud hosted apps, always online,
But recognition?
Still not mine.
I’m worth six figures, 100K a year,
But no one sees me I just disappear.
Is it my name?
Is that why doors close?
I know the frameworks Vue, Laravel, let’s go.
PHP, Python, I breathe in the scripts,
JavaScript magic in every commit.
Been applying for months… now it’s two years,
Still no open doors just doubt and fears.
My résumé’s sharp a killer, for real,
But it feels like I’m caged, denied the deal.
Non-traditional, college dropout,
Took the long road, still trying to climb out.
Illegal work showed up at my door
feels like I’m drifting away,
All this talent still nothing to say?
Is tech all a hoaxed
Who gets in?
The Moby Dick Reunion
One hundred fifty nine years have passed
Since Melville published his novel.
Seven hundred twenty pages in length
Some say it was much too nautical.
All of the characters have gathered.
They’re going to have a reunion.
Rumor has it, they say, that Herman himself
Is making a huge revelation.
Ishmael is the first to arrive,
And it’s he who was telling the story.
That’s only right, in the book he survived,
He deserves to get all the glory.
Fedallah and Moby were next in line,
Just in from the Dr. Phil Show.
Their friendship had grown a lot lately.
The harpooner was psychic you know!
When he and Phil studied the big fishes mind,
They found out his reason for anger.
The fact that he was albino
Had burned in his mind like a canker.
Ahab, it seems, was equally mean,
And caused a lot of his stress.
He’d cornered the whale with harpoon boats,
And offered no way for egress.
Moby’s life has been changed forever.
He’s hitched to a really cute killer.
She’s working part time at Sea World,
Seems they needed a sub for their “killer”.
The pub where they met was named Starbucks,
In honor of the owner.
The first mate was rich as a pirate.
He could even afford to buy toner.
Then through the door entered Ahab,
With a prosthesis and brand new pipe.
He finally learned to be happy,
And enjoyed a simpler life.
With him was Herman Melville,
A screenplay under his arm.
One thousand pages he’d written,
About whalers who lived on a farm?
The crew didn’t give their attention.
By now, they were tanked up on rum.
He said he was going to Hollywood,
And if they were smart they would come.
But Ahab and Moby were sobbing.
Tears falling into their mugs.
After all of their trials they found friendship
In the bottom of a jug.
Herman begged them to go make the movie.
But, their lives were happier now.
They all had families to care for,
And no urge for taking a bow.
It seems that while Melville was groveling,
Pip and Ishmael had stolen the play.
They put it in Queequey’s coffin,
And watched it float slowly away.
That was the end of the reunion.
They all went home that night,
Happy with the realization,
That their lives were all just right!
Horror Story.
Wife’s gone to bed, there’s a spooky sound
Still scared of the dark when no one’s around
I hear her snore in the room above,
A reassuring growl, is just enough
In the film a killer is stalking
All the lights off, no one’s talking
Turn on the lights, an involuntary scream
Has no affect on those in the scene
A glint of a knife, raised in a hand
Bet she regrets this one-night stand
I know, I know, it’s only acting
I could tell, the kind she’s attracting
I’d have given her really sound advice
Forget the murderer, find someone nice.
But no, he’s here, no is not the answer
She’s an undercover cop, not exotic dancer
The tables are turned, during the struggle
I sneak off to bed, give the wife a cuddle.
David Cox 17/02/23
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
But he didn't fall deliberately, he was pushed.
He was smahed to pieces when he landed on his tush.
Now his family is without a father and that is sad.
His family doesn't think it was a yolk, they are mad.
His poor family had to pick up the pieces after Humpty fell
And when I say pieces, I mean the pieces of the egg shell.
After six months, the murderer was finally caught.
He thought he'd get off scott free but he did not.
He killed Humpty Dumpty to get revenge because some eggs made him sick.
He was food poisoned when a chef used rotten eggs when he ordered eggs benedict.
The killer asked the judge to have mercy and he got on his knees and begged.
He doesn't understand why he got life in prison just for breaking an egg.
It’s time, its here, it’s that time of year
Time for chocolate eggs and a bunny
But look deeper in and ask, is it a sin?
For many do trivialise with a hat that is funny.
The deeper meaning behind, is getting harder to find
Why chocalte eggs are given and eaten just now.
Is there a glut of them? Is there a chocolate laying hen?
Or a chocolate factory that's owning a cow.
Is there a golden rabbit? Did somebody bag it?
This is one thing I do not know.
But what it means to me, is not hard to see
The size of the egg or the rabbit is for show.
As I don't like chocolate bunnies or eggs
I am out to rescue the bunny, hen and cow
But what to do when the rescue is through
I will put on my thinking cap just now
When they are free You can leave it to me
I will find something new to do with them.
As for Easter this year, you need have no fear
The animals will soon all be free
To stop them being abused
And to keep me amused
No clue to the killer of the Easter bunny….
it’s me.
© 21/03/2013
Potato
potato;
Po ta toe---Pa ta tal
does it matter
gonna eat that in tha platter
Oh my God created all and everything
This I know, everything is in seasons;
wwanna be here for His return hoping I'm pleasing;
Winter, summer, fall and spring
Tomato, tomato, To mat to-Ta mat toe ooh!!
what's the matter
to much manna
better pick up that fork and eat that angel food cake boy
What does mere man know
can he shall he let the flowers grow
evil men killer by nature
picture this while slicing your potatoes
potato, potato, does it really matter
This I know everything the seasons
God's planted this planet for a reason
He shall watch His garden grow
bet you didn't know
Potato, tomato celery bell peppers golden honey cones
reach out and pick the spinach cause
this is the garden age of
Potato tomato
(cucumber_ _Huh!!)
praise
I travel beyond the depth of time trying to figure out what is mine. I float on the surface of the sea with the sun spilling its radiant energy all over me.
I drift for days, fighting against big waves while the turbulence in the air merges with the electrifying current in the sea kept pulling me towards an unknown destiny and the world stands still and watches the oracle unfold.
My boat is drifting and I don’t know where it is going; I am surrounded by multitudes of sharks and killer whales hiding in the dark, they try desperately to overturn the boat but ocean gravity keep me afloat above the ocean floor.
The world wraps its energy around my waist and the flowing tide kept pushing me towards the human race. A mighty rush of wind spun the boat around pushing it in a direction with all the energy stored up in the Pandora box.
And then a loud sound billowing from the depth of the sea, sends an airplane crashing out of the sky, with a profound message upon which to rely.
Get ready for the next air parade, you will have to take the fight to sea before the next full moon so get the prisoners of war out of the town and bring in tankers, submarine, drones and missile to take the soldier home.
The ocean with all its deposits has its own burden to carry and the seagulls gallivanting on the shore fighting for rotten fish that mysteriously ends up into your dish, and the baker on the stand wipe his face with a maternal skirt and the residue that is left behind is more valuable than the divine.
I can hear the great big waves rolling in the middle of the ocean and Queen Mary blowing her horn with a fleet of ships rolling behind her and a carnival crew dancing in front of her.
Everyone seems to be happy as they headed towards the shore leaving the dark measures on the ocean floor,
I was browsing through the menu and laid my eyes upon interesting cocktails and mock tails.
I snapped up the names with the blackberry camera and wove them together to couplets.
Dedicate this one to my friends who love and cherish the cocktails and mock tails.
Cheers……………………………
With love from zeauoxian, black lady, Tom Collins,
Three peaks merlot, white lady, John Collins.
Between the sheets, pink pusy, screaming ******,
Pink lady, lost bikini, ******.
Misty nite, hairy navel, ding a ling,
Sunset, buttock clencher, Singapore sling.
Lady killer, fuzzy navel, coconut diaquiry,
Bloody Mary, fenny wenny woo woo, orange diaquiry.
Pure calypso, climax, kick in the balls,
Caribbean fever, planter’s punch, rocks for the dolls.
Peach pleasure, tequila sunrise, margarita,
Pina coloda, sunset, caipirnha.
Coco colada, slippery dick, the hammer,
Gimlet, sweet nips, tequila slammer.
Passona orange, passona lime, sex on the beach,
Orange blossom, lime blossom. Passionate peach.
Gin fiz, Cuba libre, Roby Roy,
Black lagoon, black Russian, beach buoy.
Fight fiesta, stinger rum cocktail, side car,
Negroni, pink elephant, brandy lime shot from the bar.
Mohjito, long island iced tea, whiskey sour,
Renaissance merlot, vina tarapoca chardonnay.
All these heady concoction,
Many of them and lots of action.
The science of achohol blending, of the art of mixology,
All these to the tipper is fun and to do with a smooth tripology!!!!!!!!