Passion Murder Poems

Scratching Fanny in Cock Lane, a true tale
The year1762 a tale of murder or mystery they boast
 A teenage girl, a drunken parish clerk, and...

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In the shadow of the night, a woman stands,
Her eyes, as chilly as the winter's winds,
Her hand raised high, a sword in her hand,
Her face,...

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Twas the semi final
Coming to its end,
Three all male finalists
Bucking previous trend.
When told she was leaving
She'd stoically played her part.
Deep down she was seething
With murder...

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In the Pocket


For years Nana begged for a holiday 
But pop's only passion was Faraday
He failed to do the math
Created a psychopath
She smirked, "Give my...

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God, you said to offer a lamb,
but your wish puts me in a jam.
Why kill a lamb? I am no brute,
I’ll sacrifice instead some fruit.

Like...

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GODS WITHDRAW FROM OUR WORLD
OF TAINTED VISION WINGS FROM MACHINES FAN FIRES MARCH DEAD SOLDERS FROM WARS LONG
PAST AND FUTURES WAITING TO BE BORN
METALLIC WINGS...

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I want to leave this place 
this place of plague dream nights 
wrapped in barbed wire 
of vacant faces and hot stares 
hell white corrupted...

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In Teapa he now makes his home
After his journey from the states
Trouble caused his heart to roam
And sorrows filled his plate

One friend asked him about...

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In early eighteen-forty-four,
In Cornwall’s heart; on Bodmin Moor,
Charlotte Dymond, a young farm maid,
Had her throat slit with a steel blade,
She crossed fast streams and deadly...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - IV - Primo Levi

Shema
by Primo Levi
translation by Michael R. Burch

You who live secure
in your comfortable houses, 
who...

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Pulled the pig to pork, a cannibal delights
Carnage seals the man with death
Final moments marked irrelevant
Flesh defends, abject betrayal dwells

Selfish kills to self-sustain
Sacrifice of squealing...

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POEM " HER STRANGER EYES " by martin gedge

The devil deceives the aimless light
for those that shadow near
to run among the dead of night
into the...

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The Garden at Grandma’s

The house is quiet, the chores are all done. 
We have gathered in the place out back. 
There is pit for a...

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Caesar preferred to be quietly interred

  But to Antony his friend he deferred --
 
With Rome's citizenry Antony conferred

  Spurred them on with...

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For years, Tim had the visions
Seeing things that no one could
If he spoke of them, he's crazy
He kept quiet, like he should
Just normal, little, visions
Of...

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