Short Serial Killer Poems
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A missionary and a serial killer are not that way born.
Both evolved by the environment each experienced and individually came from.
untoward circumstance
sorry victim of killer
wrong alley wrong night
serial killer
frankly anyone will do
right alley right night
There once was a man from Manila
Who was also a serial killer
When he had you for tea
You’d be the entree
His parties were just like a thriller.
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
Honesty is… ripping out the tongue of a liar
Truth… setting an arsonist on fire
Kindness… executing a serial killer
Innuendo… Michael Jackson's ‘Thriller’
Behavior is not hereditary, not in the very least.
We do not inherit behavior from our genes.
What separates a serial killer from a priest,
is the environment that was exposed to each.
Suspect
Egotistical
Rage
Intelligent
Articulate
Likeable
Kill
Insane
Lonesome
Loathing
Eccentric
Revenge
[I'm a Law Student by trade (4 years) and have studied the life of a Serial Killer in
depth]
We do not have time to kill.
If time is wasted, it pays you back with your failure.
If time is lost, it pays you back with emptiness.
If time passes, it pays you with age.
Time is the most successful serial killer.
He looked more to the higher plane
Enjoyed the rush of flesh to brain
He could not escape
A nip at her nape
For a short while when younger
He felt that vampiric hunger
And it still lasts in him today
What can I say…
What can I say
He's that guy that slays you,
always charming, ready &
eager to lend a helping hand,
a garish smile tucked in his hip pocket --
he's your friendly next door neighbor,
the quintessential serial killer
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
Serial killers are the most difficult to apprehend,
because they have no connection to their victims.
Most serial killer homicides,
remain unsolved regardless of how hard law enforcement tries,
because there is no connection with the killer and the ones who died.
He took his time
To watch them first
To learn their ways
And how she spent
Her days
Before the true
Pleasure began
The slicing of flesh
And searing in pan
Yes he was a cannibal
But in his mind it
Wasn’t real
He could taste the soul
But it wasn’t his deal
Do you think God is the greatest serial killer
as everything dies
Could never murder my wife
She would kill me
If Jack The Ripper was in his thirties
what had he been doing for all the years before
Man became a monster
and life lost light
and the night became the dark
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
TIGER, TIGER
Our only cat was
a serial killer.
First visit to vet
“Please do not
bring him back”.
Channeled the purr
of a cougar,
low growl
of a tiger.
Tolerated the dog.
Attacked sleeping
restless feet.
He still stalks
the gardens
of my mind.
John G. Lawless
©2/11/2018
In the trees, where I tread,
A certain darkness to befall.
I awake in my slumber,
A shadow’s beckoning call.
It pleas,
It begs.
For compassion so drear.
From the echo of breath,
To the stench of fear.
So run, if you please.
And safe, should you feel.
For your death, is a must,
My deep carnal lust.
he stalked his prey
stealthily and steadily
keeping himself not in the shadows
right out in front
because people are used to seeing him
so much that he is invisible
he has the catbird seat
the opportunity, the initiative
and the wherewithal
a serial killer
no one suspects
“Hi Dad,” I say.
He waves.
in a rumpled,
black city
homes are sliced in half
the equality demands
the rights of people
sometimes you love a
tormentor
he will be able to wed, albeit
shyly, with the physical
cleaning the love’s deficit
how far the waiting will go
skirting the mist
it was there
in you
in me
a rapist
a serial killer
Satish Verma
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IN-denrut-SIDE
Gave a smile itself
took a tear to sit at the ocean
A star fished
in a black
hold up wait a minuet
i am not a serial killer
but then again
isn't that what a serial killer would say
A serial killer Peter Stumpp
more than fourteen bodies he did dump
he ate his prey
or so they say
he was tortured at a callithump
Note: Referred to as the Werewolf of Bedburg, the German farmer confessed to the atrocities after being tortured – was convicted, skinned, bones broken, impaled, burned at the stake, and then beheaded in 1589.
Purple hearts bloom from
stormy weather, while tailored
souls fall from rain clouds
Psychedelic rage taste as
sweet as cotton candy
While rage is like the
clouded mind of a
Serial Killer
Mended minds
Shattered shadows are cast upon
the darkness of our inner soul
Forming not only what is made to be
seen but what is Forbidden to see.
As if you care
Serial killer of the spirit
Finder of fault
Happily dissatisfied
Microscopic examiner
Master of cruel detachment
Offering negative affection
Player of head games
Restless prowler
Spreading unhappiness
Stalker
User of verbal abuse
Wrecker of relationships
You have become transparent.
The game is ended.
You are not a Valentine.
Leeland was a predator no one would suspect
he attended mass every Sunday to genuflect
a handyman volunteer in our close neighborhood
husband who appeared to do what he always should
Leeland was a serial killer called out by his DNA
this totally shocked us, most now had nothing to say
How could a terrific guy like this be a mass killer?
this shook our church and our town off of their pillar.
You become a chair.
A dream sits in you
for a graphic detail of
pelvis. A trophy ?
Was it undecorous to present
a cadaver walking on the earth ?
A serial killer wants a plaque
on his grave after the verdict.
Saber-rattling has started,
unplucking the lovers of game.
A peltate shield in hushed silence
covers the undressing.
The prisoner of words tempers with
a mask to become a bruise.
Satish Verma