Short Perpetrator Poems
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My heart breaks
From all the violence
And there's no remorse
For human life and
That's because the
Perpetrator life means
Nothing
you be the decoy, the bait, he said
why me? she wondered. Does he want me dead?
they were partners, detectives in D.C.
perpetrator would go after the likes of she.
nugatory coin tossed,
up in the air —
perpetrator hoping for
purgatory.
hell lands on his head.
Kim Rodrigues (c) 12/4/2019
nugatory - having no value
Candy little boy?
Can you help me find a lost puppy, sweetheart?
Words to lure innocent children
Often the same words
That lured the perpetrator
When he was a little one
Branding the wayward
as a perpetrator of evil
let us pause a moment
to examine origin of sin
knowing not love and light
is the cause not ignorance
resulting in fall from grace
all that then is required
is to show the roadmap
that such souls may awake
01-March-2023
Raping old friends
Far too easy
And I suffer the
Consequences.
Without connections
And only visiting
their happiness
on the outside.
I am undeserved of
renewal I say,
and out-casted
like a good
perpetrator
should be.
Scowling is
my brow
wanting a
happy reunion
show.
that broke me
exhaustion sings a lullaby
and shadows come alive
dancing on walls in memory
reciting sentimental journeys
the long forgotten perpetrator
chases me to the precipice
willingly I jump to escape him
avoiding the fall that broke me
contest 45 words or less ~ personal brokeness~ JmStorm - Vivacious
37 words © 7 months ago, Sharon
What malevolent thing
with intrinsic sting
attacked me
a few short days ago
whose coming and going
a mystery?
Doctor says it's a bite
but it stings alright
I was laid low
Tablets, gel and a pack of ice
"keep it up" was the advice
I hobbled about the place
my leg on show
an inconvenient episode
and painful?
Very...
The perpetrator never showed!
Form:
Police’s loudspeaker projected all over the neighborhood.
“IF YOU ARE HARBORING A FUGITIVE, TURN
HIM IN RIGHT AWAY! THERE WILL BE NO
PUNISHMENT IF THE PERPETRATOR COMES
OUT IN THE NEXT HOUR!”
“Do you think they mean me?” my guest asked.
“Doubtful,” I told her. “You are invisible to
non-believers, right?”
Stegosaurus Faerie breathed a sigh of relief.
"Legilla 1"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Love for this girl has already set in
It is friendly, but I still have to grin
God Is In you, I don't have to pretend
Every word I have read lets me know that I will win
Long after our connection, your words will still begin
Lasting inspiration as if it were the newest trend
And I will be the perpetrator....killing them with my pen....
Who am I?
I am the winner
I am the loser
I am the victim
I am the perpetrator
I am the knowledge
I am the ignorance
Who am I?
I am Vikki
I am beautiful
I am ugly
I am selfish
I am selfless
I am weak
I am strong
Who am I?
I am Vikki
I am awareness
I am oblivion
I am sad
I am happy
I am hateful
I am loving
Who am I?
Me!
That’s who!
The product?
The result?
The answer?
Form:
Feelings of hatred,
seep down through my veins.
Crying alone on my bed,
tears of guilt and shame.
Why did you do it?
That night against my will.
Feelings of fear and suicide,
Haunt me still.
You made me feel worthless,
like a sick, dirty, mutt.
Like a knife that slides through me,
making cut after cut.
My feelings for you,
will always stay the same.
For you are the perpetrator,
You Take The Blame!
Form:
Snowy domesticated boudoir in chaste thrills,
Tempts passionate skills in the silky soft frills,
Inspires pleasure in incredulous fire;
Seethes in fornicated quivers of desire;
Tamed vigor engulfs perpetrator with glee,
As ecstasy trembles and seduces thee,
Naive indulgence evoke unbound raptures,
Entrapped out bursts to tantalize captures:
It is her foray of crushed sensuality;
He conjures the delighted brutality.
To forgive is to forget
Even if the perpetrator has no regret
Patience is a virtue for one with might
A merciless executioner with bloody footprints in sight
Another love, Another string
A dirty little heart is all I have to win
No sympathies, No regrets
I forgive every word you said
My woes are my lover
A connection with the lost sunflower is all I hold
As wait for you with all my desire
A bloody executioner is all I admire
There were three reliable eye witnesses to the robbery.
I was the first detective on the scene;
did not even have time to put on my overcoat.
One said the perpetrator was young, blonde, five nine, thin.
Another said he was dark-skinned, thirty-five-ish, stocky, with green eyes.
A third said he was not sure if the perp was a woman or a man.
I gave this guy a business card to my other business.
When I am not solving crime from my easy chair, I sell eyeglasses.
I think the world has gone crazy,
Everything seems mad or hazy
Nothing is clear or defined
Affecting my state of mind.
I do not live in Ukraine,
I still feel their incredible pain,
Pain, suffering and despair
Intolerable and so unfair.
When will this carnage end?
Who will be left to defend,
This unnecessary war
That has happened twice before.
Why does the perpetrator
An acknowledged dictator
Need to start a war
Is this what dictators are born for
An empty page lies before me
Pure and white, as all untouched things are
Soon to be covered with ink black as night
And I am the perpetrator
Is this a sin, to desecrate such innocence?
Should I regret the destruction I know will take place?
Destruction I will inevitably cause
Pure and white; an epitome of the light
Ink black as night; soon to smother without remorse
Hand shaking, feeling what Ink cannot
Ink is the weapon, nothing more
I am the monster; destroyer of the pure