If you’re planning to murder your wife,
Using poison, a gun or a knife,
You must plan things with care
Or, if not, then prepare
To face jail for the rest of your life.
For a husband, who’s now in the news,
Killed his spouse but left multiple clues -
Cleaning agents in bags,
Plus a hacksaw and rags
All with blood found by DNA crews.
But the evidence that did astound
Was a Google search officers found
Listing ways to dispose
So it won’t decompose
Of a body with neighbors around.
So to anyone planning a crime,
It’s worth taking a little more time
To conceal what you’ve done
Or you’ll next be the one
Whose stupidity ends up in rhyme.
Categories:
murdering, murder,
Form: Limerick
You are a doctor who is a murdering psychopath.
You hate certain people and they suffer your wrath.
When a patient is racist, you think it gives you the right to kill her or him.
You think that you are making the world a better place, you are very dim.
When people are racist, it's bad but murdering them is far worse.
Every time you get a racist patient, he or she ends up in a hearse.
You think what you do makes you a good person and that is bizarre.
You think you have the right to kill, who the hell do you think you are?
How many patients have you killed while they were on your gurneys?
You're in trouble because I talked to the cops and the district Attorney.
The police are going to investigate and they will bring you down.
When you're locked in a cell, your cocky smile will be turned to a frown.
When you're put away for life, justice will have been served.
Your days are numbered and you will get what you deserve.
Categories:
murdering, evil, hate, murder,
Form: Rhyme
They murdered her without conscience, concern or caring
No one knew her real name
They called her mouse but no one remembers why
She should not have been here! They are argued.
Agreeing never to divulge what had happened
Mouse’s murder was never solved
But the bridge turned ugly
People came with spray bottles
Defiling and defacing it
Maybe Mouse’s relatives.
No one knew why
But after her murder
The bridge forever remained
the place that girl was murdered
And it stayed perpetually ugly
like the bullies' lack of conscience, concern or caring
Categories:
murdering, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose
The USA sent 3 men to the moon in 1969,
helped bring us to a cell-phone age,
but the globe's wealthiest nation, with the most freedoms
WILL NOT STOP COP-killers murdering unarmed PEOPLE OF COLOR
(c)Deo. shalom, shalom! Corona feels like Judgment now.
IF U WON"T PRACTICE DEMOCRACY, THEN TRY JESUS. Better than your stinking democracy. Ask todays Iraqis, Native Americans, Libyans, and many US citizens. June 14th, 2020
NOTE: This murder occurred after 11pm on Friday 12th June. The young man apparently failed a sobriety test. He was fleeing the 2 officers, when killed.
Categories:
murdering, africa, america, betrayal, black
Form: I do not know?
I wondered about
This road sign
It Haunted me
So went a digging
Found some old skeletons
Up near
Weyba dam
It is
Black in the killing days
Was not the colour
To be
When white spilt from the ships
And stained
This beautiful brown land
Stained the white sand
With the red blood of blacks
I always wondered
As the sun shines
On the coast
Why it is so white
And now I know
It wasn’t by bleaching
But by murdering
The blacks
Down the
Ol’creek road
Categories:
murdering, death, evil, murder,
Form: Free verse
1.Virtue does not-kill; committing
yields other sins.
2.Sharing, guarding, available bread,
succeeds collected wisdom.
3.Better not-slaying first,unique
truthfulness comes next.
4.Holy-books’ right path, unthinking
virtuous not-kill beings.
5.Among feared renounced, fearing
not-killing is supreme.
6.Devouring-death uncross life-days of
followers of not-killing.
7.Never kill to save
thy loose life.
8.Slaying some one gainful
wise earning scornful.
9.Analysts of slaying reward
all slayers worthless.
10.Wise recognize slayers by
sicky soreful look.
…………………………………
Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in poetrysoup.com on 15-12-13
Categories:
murdering, murder,
Form: Couplet
She bleeds a sunset,
on distant skies,
and cries an ocean,
that waves goodbye:
I once was Earth,
but now I die.
Categories:
murdering, death, nature,
Form: Verse
Rescue me, superman
Can it be you, I see
Or is the bird not for me?
You scooped me up
Into the heavens of the sea
Then alone I was in the dim alley
Is the moon forever so washed-out?
Or does this bird’s ex-ray?
Take the moon into daze
The laughs are heeding from near
Perhaps, the joker…
Or is it just the cape, as the choker?
I left you vulnerable
At the crook of your cage
And just you blubber, in such riddle rage
Now superman’s dead
As disastrously, for good
Maybe, my bird, afterall; is Robin Hood
Categories:
murdering, lost lovemoon, riddle,
Form: Prose Poetry
Not swimming through the depths of despair.
Not trying to make the world a better place.
The torture starts to feel better.
The torment starts to feel better.
Something beautiful dies in the dark.
Something twisted lives in the light
These glass eyes make it impossible to see.
The fog lingers, the fog lingers
Categories:
murdering, forgiveness, lost love, sad,
Form: I do not know?