Best Poems About / On MURDER
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I am a murderer.
Shadow of Death, lurks on my way.
I can hear him snickering.
Coming up for me, because
I am a murderer.
Death coming up for me,
With penance for my errs,
Murder jolted for sarcasm
Murder resiled by fling.
Nor hands, nor ropes or knives
For a gift of death and pain,
I’m sorry I couldn’t stop me.
Before I saw your young body dropp slowly,
I’m a murderer, murder for sarcasm.
I killed you in my womb,
A deliberate female foetus termination
I’m a murderer,
Shadow of Death, lurks on my way.
Sakkthi Subramaniyam
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December 24th Eve
This tiredness,
Sickness,
A draining away,
Such as a tide might
Suck at a bay.
There is evil in there soul
A blackness where nothing,
only wither, can grow.
Murder is murder
A thug on a street
A soldier with a gun
A President's decree,
Declaration,
And dead is dead.
Are we made in the image of God?
God's flood drowned all
A pillar of fire destroyed all
An image of a murder
Has not God created sin?
All sin?
Why does the Sheperd leave the flock to
Seek the lost one? Maybe because once the
Sheperd was lost and someone came and found
Him and welcomed him back home again.
Midnights Voice
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Save Me
God is looking,
don't do sin,
don't murder me,
don't kill me
for dowry,
please! please!
hey god!
till when girls will suffer,
when in-laws will stop doing murder,
when-when the day will come?
When girls will get chance to fly,
when girls will get chance to touch sky,
same as these birds and these flies?
Don't kill me,
don't beck me for dowry!
Don't murder me..! !
save me- save me! ! !
Tanveer Sharma
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Serial killer
CoId silence
a prelude to violence
a prologue of madness
the dialogue of mumness
the noise of absence
heart beat stops
bystanders watch
others talk
as the police holds his chalk
the muderer's up a notch
coz tonight he was on spot
again on clock
murder without a plot
murder randomly sort
murder meticulously thought of
now all he has is an afterthought
the aftermath of implemented
thought
he thinks too much coz thoughts
keep racing through his mind
thoughts of his past
his near past,
his present
his near future
and his ultimate future
the afterlife is not an issue
it was never the big Q
so he doesnt need a tissue
he's a rogue villain
blessed with brilliance
bounty to a million
camouflage like a chamillion
colours like strategies ever in
their billions
he's the type of killer they call... serial killer
martinez king cortez muriithi
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