Short Homicidal Poems

With notes shredding ears homicidal,
contestants squawk madly to sidle
despite what they lack
they keep flocking back
to die on American Idol....

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In a not-so-ideal
wedding idyll,
a homicidal,
recent bride’ll
get ideas,
not be idle.
When he shut-eyed, ill,
then she sidled
with a bridle,
fastened idol,
both hands tied, till
in came tidal,
claimed suicidal,
got car title,
left for Slidell.
...

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Murder Convict Visit A Family Member in the Hospital

                                      A homicidal family member
                                           I'm in the hospital
                                 Granted a visit you pulled the pug???



11/22/17
by James Edward Lee Sr....

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quiet yet abrupt he is
commisioned to thrill but kill
Is he an assassin?

believes in sobriety
but still merciless
Is he the no name killer?

his victim never asked his name
his whereabouts unknown to the world
Perhaps he is the no name killer

a cold blooded killer
a homicidal maniac some say
But still a no name killer...

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It's a glorious moment, a watershed,
the campuses of apathy
brought to new life in rebellion
It's 1968 all over again
and the homicidal warmonger 
on the defensive.
How wonderously they 
march to the patty wagons
with lion's heart! Clapped by a whole nation
disgusted by their politicians' complicity with
genocide....

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yEAH' I LUV U DIE so in the hospital I pulled plug


                                         homicidal son
                                  allowed to visit mother
                                     hospital  pulled plug


                                          11/21/17
                             by James Edward Lee Sr....

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Homicidal, suicidal, in denial
Where does it start?
Where does it stop?
Voices screaming, calling
Finally whispering, 
Whimpering
Nowhere to run
Too hard to hide
Thoughts running all day,
All night, never letting you get
Sleep, much less rest.
Running so hard in your dreams
That you wake up sweating,
Screaming into the darkness, please
STOP!...

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I swear I could slit your throat,
And watch the blood flow down in uneven rivulets.
The satisfaction I would get from seeing the life drain slowly from your face,
Would be the greatest I've felt in my life.
I swear I would do it,
I know I would do it,
If I knew I wasn't going to get in trouble.
You see, you are pollution of the earth,
And with the way you act, 
You don't deserve this life you've been given....

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America's (Idle) Pastime

From New York, Austin, and L.A.,
From Cleveland and Seattle,
Ingloriously they screech or bray
In an auditioning battle.

And by the time we all feel sick,
(the judges homicidal!),
we get to know from whom we’ll pick
our next great Singing Idol.

For the "A GROOK FOR ALL OCCASIONS" Poetry Contest of Suzzette Crous
(using topic one, annoying sound and also etc topic, on a TV show I actually love!)...

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Pupils trace the movements
Of the Dancers fluid turns
From where they sit untouched
Since Creator joined concern
The head rests ever quiet
Awaiting measured hands 
Grant features to the sunset sky
As Creator fails to stand
Unspoken words wait on lines
Of abandoned notebook page
Knifes do dull, pencils sharpens
Yet Creator locks the cage
Corpses strewn across the room
Blue blood of time stains teeth
Gruesome grin meets tired eyes
Kill Creator in their sleep....

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The day was long gone as midnight became an opaque obscurity.
Her ebony veneer was
   enough to hypnotize.
Smoke clouding homicidal judgment . . .
   I stood aloof—
Wondering about death.
   How am I suppose to suture such a crimson masquerade;
   barely hanging onto the cuff of my blazer...?
The day was long gone as
   midnight's moon gazed upon madness, well passed her
   expiration.

May 27, 2017
Contest: Write me something deep and dark 
Sponsor: Laura Loo...

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Your timeline is close to your grave
It's soon time for your flesh to decay
I hear screams outside my screens
And I'm feeling scared of homicidal means
I'm scared of my demons and suicidal thoughts
Out of my skin ascends bloody dots
Out of life descends bloody corpses
No one can find the fatal source to disorders
No more sympathy for undeserving souls
Who can't stand up to the words that they told
Cowardice is your only definition
Why isn't self-harm your unhealthy addiction?...

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My homicidal ideations marinate in my head

For the uncompromising pleasure of seeing someone dead

Thorough as hell, I am on the clock if being an actor

I would torch a soul for the defamation of my character

I ride drama like a drop of rain until someone freaks with my integrity

Then its all that she wrote for the wraths of my sanity

For the most part Im cool; it whatever floats your boat

But if you push to many buttons I might just slash your throat

_Essence Emani...

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