Murder. Poems - Poems about Murder.

We hurried. Picked the body up. His shoe fell off. And we never found it. Shoelaces. Laced all the way through. Over and over. I shouldn’t have. Sitting oddly. Mannequin resting in my mind. His hat falls off. Nothing sits right. I wish we could have left him there. The ghastly remains. Like that shoe. I don’t...

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THE DAY I CONTACTED THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH I WAS LIVING IN TOTAL FEAR SUFFERING FROM MENTSL ILLNESS WRITING IN A JOURNAL WHEN A GROUP OF JAMAICAN TALIBAN IDENTITY THIEVES BEGAN BREAKING I MY HOME OBSESSED WITH MY POETRY SHE BEGAN TRYING TO EXTORT...

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At 7 she is at her father’s mercy She will be shown no mercy A life with absolutely no love She will be like a lonely dove Sitting in the nest Doing her best She will never taste true love She will never be as free as a dove Being groped and touched by her dad Is a life that is so very sad She...

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There’s someone that you want to kill, but ride it out, avoid the rope? You’d spare the chair in prisonville? Then I am here to give you hope! Number one, you don’t want blood. Don’t be Wilson, be Joe Starrett. You’ll never come to any good the day you spill your victim’s claret. Blood will give the game away. They’ll find the pattern on...

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Lawlessness comes home to roost Israeli settlers’ troubles self-induced Fool ‘lawmakers’ look the other way for their crimes, settlers never pay Yet killing innocents wasn’t enough ...

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AFTER THE KARCHER FIRE LOUD SILENCE FBI AGENTS WERE GETTING CLOSER CIRO GARGANO WAS NERVOUS UNRAVELING THE CREW STORED THE CONTENTS OF THE TAILOR SHOP IN THE GARAGE AT LAKE COUNTY MUSIC COMPANY THE GARAGE IN BACK OF THE POOL ROOM FAMILY BILLAIRDS KAPLAN CLOTHING THESE WERE JOIN BUISNESSES GARGANO AND HIS PARTNER FIRE CHIEF...

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Justice can’t be served in Gaza blood soaked stained sands 200,000 lives massacre...

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ART! He painted my death, With such dedication I've never seen before. Every stroke of his brush, on that paper, marking out each curve, twist, and turn my body made As I writhed in pain. Premeditated murder, or a death masquerading as suicide, or perhaps just an unlucky soul. My hands on my throat as I choked to death, He didn't...

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I used to say come to London.' Yet not now.' The violence Is spiralling.' There is less value wow.' Not of tawdry glam And glitz and such.' Yet of life.. and futures they don't seem Worth that much.' I know Blues familiy.' No nonsense folk Now living a nightmare.' Delivered by the social enrichment Joke.' In 'sad-diks london...Or londinistan.? Its...

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An autopsy of a black body One who suffered greatly The body pushed past its limits To the point it had enough and quit A scalpel to their chest Slowly peeling the layers of flesh Noticing the rot Hit by the stench of trauma The body dissected The organs removed Leaving the body an empty shell Of a broken person Beaten by an...

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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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