Serial Poems

Confession of a Serial Killer

they wheeled me in like a busted fridge
metal bolts, the stink of bleach
my hands were calm for once—
you'd think I'd scream,
but I'd already done all my screaming.

a priest mumbled junk at me—
I asked for a cigarette,
he gave me god instead.

the guards were kids
shaking like leaves
they strapped me tight
like I was gonna run.

I looked at the

Serial Killer

they don’t walk like the rest of us—
there’s a rhythm, yes, but it’s off-beat,
like jazz played in a padded cell.

it starts early—when the dog barked too loud
and nobody hugged them after.
the world lit its fuse,
and turned the other way.

they grow quiet in the corners of rooms,
watching how the meat falls off the bone,
how people talk

Childhood Trauma That Creates a Serial Killer

A bedroom door that never locked,
Footsteps heavy like thunderclocks,
Mother's wine glass, cracked and red,
Words that bruised more than fists ever did.

A closet full of whispered screams,
Apologies lost in fevered dreams,
Father's belt, a sermon preached,
Love, a language never reached.

A dog buried in silence deep,
Secrets traded instead of sleep,
Schoolyard eyes like hunting knives,
Laughter echoing butchered lives.

The smell

Buddha and the serial killer

.
                   “Who is
                 Wandering
                Over There?

Serial

A serial doer of tasks
obsesses until he then asks:
what is it that’s next?
His old muse is vexed;
the former, the latter now masks.

Serial Keeler

Foreboding of a tempestuous storm, 
it blackens as it draws near, 
a cumulonimbus in towering form, 
extending to the troposphere, 

So cast off mooring and slacken the line, 
break free while there's still time, 
'cause I'll pull you under if you don't let go, 

Save yourself and abandon ship, 
I'll take on water and sink

Memoirs of a Serial Killer

There's always a whisper of madness, 
playing in my brain as I struggle to get 
loose from it's refrain and the constant 
pounding me to comply makes me feel 
quite insane.

Disaster brewing behind blue eyes
bits of chaos that won't be denied. 
They tell me the choice is completely
mine but they don't see or feel how
I'm

Serial Killer

The great and never ending
Always pretending
To be that big f@@k of a presence
His essence too shallow
His steps too big
There's no rhythm
Just sweat
And odor

The mindless excursion
From thoughts of twisted perversion
The path is always crooked
The night is always deep
Dark and slippery
His stomach empty
He lurks…

Waiting

Broken jagged teeth
 Ripped flesh and bone
Traces of life
Gone
Gone
Gone

Dramay

Dramay na karya kar dramay baza,
Habibi haya haya mur ja haza baza.

Have You Seen This Serial Killer

A figure haunting, darkness is revealed.
The serial killer roams the silent night,
In search of prey, a deadly, chilling sight.

A mask of normalcy, a facade so clever,
Camouflaging evil, deceiving forever.
A predator lurking, devoid of remorse,
Leaving behind a trail, a ghastly discourse.

Their eyes, a void, devoid of empathy,
No mercy, no conscience, a grim symphony.
They prey upon innocence,

Serial

Appears it takes two hands
to grasp a new thing tight.
My muse, no river daughter;
she seems afraid of water.
I do not know
why I now row
but simply cannot write.

Nashville Covenant Haiku

As springs’ budding blossoms emerge
the raptors glide mercilessly.
—Michael R. Burch

I wrote this haiku-like poem on 3-27-2023 after the Nashville Covenant school shooting massacre. Keywords/Tags: Nashville, Nashville Covenant, Nashville Covenant Presbyterian School, school shooting, massacre, children, kids, students, child abuse, gun control, America, United States, death, murder, serial murder, massacre, bereavement, class, classes

Serial Killer

1.He was a Scottish-Canadian medical doctor 
and serial killer who poisoned his victims.
2.He murdered up to ten people in three countries.
3.He is targeting mostly lower-class women,
prostitutes and pregnant women seeking abortions. 
4.He was convicted and sentenced to death,and was 
hanged on 15 November 1892.
Note.Prostitutes are also women and women are not
aliens,they are our mothers sisters

A Serial Killer

A doctor ordained to bring people from death to life
Turning into an assassin sending them from life to death
Lopsided was his brain, a sure psychopath
Dr. Harold Shipman committed crime after crime in stealth

None suspected him of his evil designs
And he continued his sinister escapade for long.
Did violence rage in his heart as a youth?
Or did

A Serial Texter

Written by Gail R DeBole
on June 20, 2022

A texter who texted all day
When in-person had not much to say.
He lived life on his text-screen
Never ran out of text-steam
And sent messages that seemed ultra-brave.

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