Murder Poems | Examples of Murder Poetry

Today I hear a jarring circumlocution ‘One solution, intifada revolution’ The first Intifada lasted from ’87 to ‘93 A perilous time to be an Israeli ...

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I hate my neighbour and want to kill them. I imagine their car being squashed by trucks like jam sandwiches. Red crusts. I daydream that their staircase collapses like factories ready for demolition. I fantasise they swallow glass instead of coffee and bleach in place of milk. I conjure images of their flesh peeling like skin from a potato....

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A couple soon to be said newly wed, yet swiftly snuck behind the family’s back to swear the vow inside th’old shack, quick forgot’n, buried a secret dread; A reek awaftin’ out a country shed left long and fast behind by Spring-heeled Jack, the stench o’ rot stinkin’ from a sack discovers a soiled corpse ‘n’a mangled head; Well…, they ‘was a...

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I hear voices in my head, I touch pain On every television Except the typical symbols Of hegemony Except in a white building Miles and miles away, I touch pain! For every leaf that falls, Swallowed by the burning hell From the mighty birds Of weird names F 16, F 35... I hear these voices, We hear these voices - Miles away, node in unison, "The world...

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Bejeweled flyers chatting away merrily singing harmony to a silent sentient God Maybe they're trapped in indigo agony shaking our toxins from their beaks. What do they think of the awkward rock beneath them... Maybe they're conspiring to murder me. ...

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Three men. Three shadows with human faces, Hands like chains, Voices coated in liquor and cologne — That same cologne still snakes through my chest, Claws at my lungs every time I smell it. They didn’t need chains — They used hands, words, filth. And God? Stood there. Silent. Watched them rip my clothes, Rip the light from my chest, While I begged the sky for mercy That...

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FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS CHICAGO FIELD OFFICE SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING ARSON MURDER OF 9 PERSONS CIRO GARGANO AND MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS SET BLAZES RESULTING IN 9 DEATHS THE FBI TOLD ME MY LIFE WAS IN DANGER MY CHILDREN LIVES ALSO I BEGAN...

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THE REASON THE FBI WARNED ME MY LIFE WAS IN DANGER ARSON MURDER OF 9 CIRO GARGANO AND MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND TORCHED A BUIDING MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT WAS USED TO HELP CIRO GARGANO GET HIS PRISON TIME CUT ON DRUGS AND WEAPONS CHARGES THIS REXILTED IN MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT BUYING EEAPONS AND...

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I lay in the dust turned to mud by the blood of innocents, my name i heard whispered on the sighing breeze of night flahes of somrthing bright illuminated a ruined city. broken buildings like jagged teeth seemed to laugh, screams like banshees filled the sky dropping death down upon the heads of those already dead. What hate must be brewing...

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Palestine Sins ... Israel is indeed reincarnated good Goodocide actions ...

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Jill Nando hosted "Crimewatch" a TV show She was shot dead, who did it we don't know. Lot of cases not solved, not even all crimes known Keep a low profile or enter a danger zone. Plutonium was found in Karen Silkwood's refrigerator She was a whistleblower, did her company hate her? She died a few days later in a fatal...

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Oh Almighty God end this genocide on Gaza move demons away Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2025 hate is an internal cry burning salt drips of anger steaming for justice Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2025 ...

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A guilty man's bride was sadly taken. Heaven's gate was closed - no prayer could save. Grief-stricken, this poor man, godforsaken, saw a grim vision of his future grave. A sad, ghostly figure did awaken, groaning, "your soul will always be the slave of memories when your heart was shaken". Fate's words would on his heart and tomb, engrave. This gossamer...

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HEART SINKS, EYES WEEP BRAIN EXPLODES, CAN’T SLEEP DON’T UNDERSTAND, I NEVER WILL SWEET CHILDREN WHY DO THE COPS KILL? CHILDREN WITH DARK SKIN HARDLY LET THEIR LIVES BEGIN INNOCENT, UNARMED, SIXTEEN AND UNDER COPS CALL IT A BLUNDER MISTAKE THEY SAY CHILDREN BEATEN OR SHOT TO DEATH IN USA...

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After Lenore, by Edgar Allan Poe Broken—yes—the golden-locked and beautiful Lenore, Gone from us forevermore, to grace our eyes no more. And thou, De Vere, who scornful stands with hollow, cold disdain— It’s clear to all, thy mournful cries are pitiful and vain. Let the exequy commence! Let sorrow find its voice, While thou, false mourner, face thy fate—be judged for...

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