Serial Killer Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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. “Who is Wandering Over There? ...

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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...

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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 ...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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The man who starts a war is playing with fire He is no better than a killer for hire His only purpose is to destroy anyone who gets in his way By Murdering more and more people with each passing day A massacre to acquire a filthy desire...

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His plan was diabolical Obsessed with the details He had constructed it for years When he acted upon the impulses the effect was short-lived He needed another fix and another and another and another He lost count of his victims More concerned about honing his plan for the next one...

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Silently, the serial killer crept in, keeping to the side, undetectable. Hanging out day after day, watching, learning the habits, figuring the timing to be just right. Too late, others would come to save her, too late they would see the pattern that was there all along, hiding. Silently, the serial killer made a move, over bone and marrow, flesh and fat, he kept at it,...

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no not serial killers that only kill arsonists but serial killers who kill with fire do you think they would want buried or Take your time see what i cremated...

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My first test, easy like taking toys from a spoilt brat, now I know I can take what I want without issue. Now time to up the anti, push hard or go home crying I scour my audience reading each one like an open book, searching for my chosen one. I pick them out, start by studying...

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.....might have been the Did not see the other identical twin it..............................the other one. no love would have this heart Always thought i would make a good wait good is that right word anyway good serial killer you know unusual m.o. not the skin boiling in a pan one or the skin wearers Have a point to the murders you know somehow part of the...

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If I were a serial killer I would not use a knife; because I have always been afraid of them And you would have to get your face and your hands too close to their face and chest. If I were a serial killer I would not use a gun; because I do not like them. They make terrible holes, and lots of...

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