Murder Poems | Examples of Murder Poetry

Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, ...Read the rest...

The wives wail for their fallen husbands' embrace, The children's tears fall on their mothers' lifeless face, Men beg for mercy from soldiers in the fray, I weep, powerless to save them from this dismay. Displaced and far from...Read the rest...

Visceral incantation from onyx velvet lips, moan, groan, to twist my bits as a witch. Salem pyre ancient oak standing the edifice, wrist shackled chains gather round vile cultist. Breast bang dolorous dirge ignition of limbs, Rictus permeated rancor give...Read the rest...

I feel the weight of time Pressing down on my neck I thought the weight of stress would dissipate with time but the frosting no longer tastes better than the cake. How could the snow no longer look the same? Santa nothing but...Read the rest...

In my sense of dwarfish I sought to fill the hole in Myself with plain grass and cow dung But know I see that the kinly love I wish to carry and craddle Is locked behind a curtain...Read the rest...

As I succumb to the wounds you've inflicted gasping for air, for life, eyes bloodshot, cheeks wet, Will you love me then? My cold, bloodied body will lay lifeless in your bed, my crimson seeping into the sheets. What will you...Read the rest...

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It's a whodunit with mystery and suspense right up to the end...Read the rest...

Six dogs die And one guy cries the dogs are not political Oh! My, My, Don’t you know? Deaths are always political Be it mosquitoes or a martyr Someone’s always there to take credit to call them pest or bravehearts to declare them something to...Read the rest...

A voice for the voiceless whose cry still unheard Alone in the womb but blessed by the Word Defending the helpless as murderers loom Divinity watching — a reckoning soon (The New Room: April, 2024) ...Read the rest...

Shouts of ‘Only one solution – an Intifada Revolution’ at protests described as ‘peaceful’ by pundits expert at circumlocution...Read the rest...

Boyhood days of bees, butterflies and songs, The protective range of my mother’s voice, A sweet, happy place where a boy belongs. A conch shell, a snow-white beach, and a choice. “Leave it”, she said, “this seashell’s...Read the rest...

Where has America’s decency gone Long time passing All the folks who support Hamas would thrill to Auschwitz’ gassings Hamas rapes, burns and slaughters Jews ...Read the rest...

Written by Gail DeBole on April 24, 2024 He ransacked the dumpster near the vacant campground Looking for small trinkets like a well-trained bloodhound. You know the story. His wife had to go. After her death, his assets would grow. He...Read the rest...

The ceiling sparkled; I saw the big dipper, then the little one. The painters needed a bigger tip for their creative execution. Without a warning to prepare, a requiem played. The symphony corned all aspects of a...Read the rest...