Murdered Poems - Poems about Murdered

A Monument to a Murdered Love The walks with my ghost on beautiful mornings were taken. On late afternoon evenings, the walk goes to the sad night. “Sad nights?” Asked my ghost.“ I think the harvest was good.” Said my ghost. Yes, my ghost words always mirror the truth. His words, phrases, speeches, biography of life, the Titan. He is the...

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They want our rhythm but not our blues They envy our natural melanin yet tan too We wear our style and they call it hood They copy it now and say it’s all good They want to erase our heroes and heroines Because there’s a power in the skin we’re in King, Tubman, Malcom X, Garvey and more are Past heroes...

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R evealing A trophic Y eilds Man-ufactured C-onspiracys? G raft? O paqely V-iewed' E verymans R ecognition N ecessary ...

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Oh, frightful word scribed at the end The finger-painting mannequin Composed a message to his love, From ink he’d made of his own blood!...

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(Oscar Wilde wrote that long poem "The Ballad of Reading Gaol" in 1897, quoted here. In it, a man met his death; for some decades the UK has not had the death penalty.) ...

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To find the light I had to fight To keep all my hopes and dreams in sight Please allow me to make a confession I went out on a hunt and I murdered my depression I showcased confidence, i was so dominant This put me into a position of prominence I managed to come up with a hypothesis My illness was declining, it's...

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It was the most horrible thing I've ever seen. I was murdered 100 years ago on Halloween. A man accused me of vandalizing his house but I didn't do it. I told him that I was innocent but sadly, I could not prove it. He grabbed his double barreled shotgun and I was shot. He threw my corpse down his...

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All the music murdered as the Empire falls the colour pink from the fading blushing cheeks of broken angels breath sucked away school bells toll death dark creatures Dementors pistol legions burning parades constant and strong now fly in weekly through open doors Le Diablo pats the ombré backs of quacking leaders their passive bills carrying bullets too late the redeemable exchange...

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You call her a mother; she lives on earth I sensed the level of her duty With due regard of honour, she: a mirth I call her the murdered yet a beauty All the pains of living for another All mothers living a life bewildered Many flee near when they could not further Physical absence but present blizzard None...

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Hair on my neck stood on end A woman being murdered? It’s a bobcat’s scream...

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Mercilessly, no ifs, ands, buts - His wife of one year, who is nuts, Coldcocks him with a paper tube. What’s worse from this wife, who’s a boob, Her killing’s done with paper cuts. 12/18/2021 Sorry the title is sensational and misleading…chuckle...

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They try to steal our days. They try to steal our nights. They try to steal our hope. They try to steal our pride. Before it’s too late to realise. Look into your children’s eyes. Take that image into your night. Imprint it on your mind. See the dark behind the stars. Listen to history scream it’s warning cries. They will try to steal their...

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In the dark of the night, death came calling, propelling me through a tunnel of light! My life on review, with myself judging, comprehending now, through spherical sight, that on aligning with love, soul shines bright! ‘Shed ego, even if it be murder’, was counsel I received from the elder. Back through the tunnel, I did as was told, vaporising desire in realms...

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I promise — that ain't me I'm not the guy in the mirror The guy is so beardy Cheeky faced With a big thick lips That isn't me Remember when I smile It's a crooked one One side of my lip Seems to go up While the other just hits the ground Like a heavyweight... Hahaha Now, this guy in the mirror He smoulders instead He doesn't even smile Well,...

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I would love you till the end I would never be able to comprehend Why your destiny had to meet such a drastic end But as your friend, I would give you a warm parting Letting the world know that your departing Would be the starting of women recognizing That love is not painful nor is it wasteful Love...

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