Short Murder Mystery Poems
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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!
You're ill dressed,
I must confess.
For your date with destiny.
I hope your grime,
was worth the time,
you'll spend with me.
~Victim 7/20/2015
How was your coffee, SWEETHEART?
Hmm? A bit bitter,
you say?
Well, you know,
it could have been
the Splenda...
Or, maybe it was
the CYANIDE???
I simply did not understand
It was completely out of my hand
Looking in from the outside
Eyes and mouth open wide
Never will l unsee
Etched in my mind eternally
Raking in yet another pot
the enigma had won an awful lot
Then a premature bid to leave
served him right in the temple
~ he was shot
Animals and Nature
a double feature
Romance-Murder-Mystery
a triple threat
Adventure-Travel-Drama-Survival
a quadruple-duper
Nuclear War
~ Obliteration
The forest of fog contains those who've lost their minds
The one's who've written their stories
Who've run out of lines
To make one's bed there is to make one's demise
But one day, lying there, will be you and I
Form:
The blue tulip has died- -
Jaunty jealousy
a blue murder mystery
something has dried up?
It’s not done this way
after the burial done
coming back as a flower?
10/21/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
SEDOKA POEM TYPE
Buzzing above me
Whizzing through shadowy flight
Stabbing fangs in skin
Causing welts and itchy bites
Festering plots slay these pests
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August 21, 2021
This Lord
life’s flawed
Has strife
hits wife
Divorce
on course
In house
his spouse
He kills
blood spills
NOT wife
more strife
He fled
girl dead
Sand dune
clothes strewn
He lied
he’d died
3/5/19
TV people take up oodles of my time.
They turn me into a police officer,
A detective,
And a forensic genius.
I solve murders, and mysteries
And save gobs of people every night,
Luckily I can do it from my recliner
With my dog snoring away next to me
• Open a fridge door and see
• The monster I grew up to be
• Joe from next door is in parts
• He disappeared the night I was playing darts
• Frozen in place from shock?
• I'll push you off the dock
• Peep at me through the window?
• I'll turn your wife into a widow
Walking alone in the dark
All is silent
Until theres a snap of a twig
Hands come from behind
Holding my neck
I try to scream
Noone Hears
The hands grow tighter
I give up fighting
I take a final breath
He lays me in the bushes
My body cold and still
Noone knows who did it
They probly never will
Lindsey, Lindsey, Lady Spy
Are you ready for the next thriller?
Can you pin down this horse fly?
Lindsey, Lindsey, princess chiller
Found no clues, no motives,no reason why
Lindsey, Lindsey, community pillar
But you're the reason that we die,
Lindsey, Lindsey, perp driller
Have you been sleeping with a killer?
Seven savvy sirens
formed a formidable fraternity
of pure-passion purpose
for female fatales.
Murder-minded maids
promised patient pursuit
of tattered, tortured truth
while warily watching
crafty crook’s clever con.
But, bested and busted,
dames drink dark despair
like lambs laid lame
in trickster's tensile trap.
Have I ever told you that I have boisterous brawls with
myself over what type of tv show to watch—Greek myth,
nature, comedy, murder mystery, Covid documentary,
or science? We can never agree. So I end up writing poetry
about how this isolation is good for us—I mean ME!
November 9, 2020
entered in the "Have I Ever Told You That . . . " Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Yesterday night
The power had gone
When the time is eight
I was alone
Suddenly i became very fear
So i called my wife
Because an unexpectable noise has been kept on hear
When a stranger arrived with his knife
He snatched my things
And used his weapon
To cease her valuable rings
Then killed my wife and went on
Still i dont know why
I have let my wife to die ?
The lighting, it was over bright
Revealing dark red blood puddled
She lay slumped, her soul in flight
The lighting, it was over bright
Exposing a play she did write
Letters of a name befuddled
The lighting, it was over bright
Revealing dark red blood puddled
Written: Friday, June 24, 2016
Inspired by Julia Ward's contest First Line Prompt-2
From beyond the grave, I scoff
I've earned my place in history.
Such wicked deeds I carried off,
Yet still remain a mystery.
My hunting grounds were alleyways
Where I spent productive nights,
Plying my trade, my art, my skills,
Murder, and it's dark delights.
Never were you close to me,
Not a sign nor track.
You had no clue who I was,
So you all just called me Jack.
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1.Dr rizwan ko chemical pilwaya..
2.Maqsod chaprasi ko chemical pilwaya..
3.Dono ko kaisay achanak heart attack aya??
The end of Ayyan Ali investigations,Ejaz Ch.the customs Inspector who arrested her at airport has been shot dead for allegedly getting his hands on key evidences which were to be presented in court,a death reward for his honesty..
Note.Honesty is the worst Policy..
1.Drink.2.Drugs.3.Fire.Game Over..
She's thrice now had a scarlet groom
Adorned in silk this dusty room
She sobbed away sorrows in black
When she discovered the knapsack
In gold and pearls, did sorely lack
And her head and palm greeted, smack!
Like his body met the floor, thwack!
The house empty, less her they track
Hardened heart, hollowed like a tomb
Was it lover's spat or planned doom?
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Duo-rhyme? Not quite got the iambic tetrameter down, but I tried.
This is my story, the strangler untold.
I, Al DeSalvo strangled 13 women totaled.
I struck within the night of day,
leaving not one clue astray.
Confessing to these crimes brought me fame,
but burdened my family with unending shame.
Sitting in my prison cell,
deep inside I hide a secret only I can tell.
People everywhere still have doubt.
Is the strangler really in prison, or still roaming about?
Murdered in my prison cell,
my secret I can now never tell.
The plot thickens in a whodunit thriller
As I try to figure out who's the killer
Which character will be on the hook
As I turn the pages of my book
Each page turned unravels the mystery
Some of the suspects are getting jittery
Was it the butler of whom they were afraid
Or was it the beautiful buxom maid
I'm on the last chapter, but it's still not clear
But I'm in the moment, it's as if I'm there!
6-8-18
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MURDER BE KIND
Murder be kind
Kind as a mistress
Intense as a fan
Doting as a bride
Flamboyant as a flamingo
Prodding as a detective
Wishy-washy as a drunk
Standing over a trap door
Shot
Stared down
Who killed the groom
Should we presume
Or do we get in line
With three-thousand excuses
The guilty one holds the ticket
Unashamed
And grinning
As he is revealed
He’s just-a-kid
A kid who understands none of it!
3/22/2022
A MURDER MYSTERY BIRTHDAY PARTY :)