Best Crime Poems

There is a boy, who I spill all my secrets to. 
Someone that I look forward to seeing everyday. 
A person who I think about all night. 
Who dances through my dreams. 
Who's smile is as warm as the sun. 
Who's hand I want to...

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Would you steal an oil painting from someone’s wall?
Would you steal cultivated flowers from someone’s garden?
Would you steal an author’s great novel?
Would you steal quilts made by someone’s grandmother?
Would you steal pottery from a gallery?
Would you steal artwork displayed by artists?
Why would you steal someone...

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Lawyer,
slippery snake,
white collar criminal,
mirror image of thievery,
serpent.



For John Heck's 12-In-1...Choose Your Forte! contest....

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One Sunday afternoon in spring,
i was tending my garden,
trimming and watering the roses,
when he first passed by.
I remember standing up to break the ache,
and as i ran my hand across the face,
to wipe off the sweat,
there he was this breathtaking scenery!
He had the most fair...

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We gained an hour, that's fact.

Try to keep your emotions intact!

     I'm not sure how folks feel

     but it's not a big deal

So please don't overreact!


That extra hour is not a big thing.

No matter what excitement it...

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Daggled and bloodied, the young man lay upon the ground where he’d been 
left.. .left by vile men who, spurred by senseless hate and ravenous for a taste of 
violence, had lured him with false fellowship and brought him to this secluded spot 
by veil...

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Hate Is Not A Crime

I have hated
still bear the scars
that caused the hate
and the scars of hating
those who caused the hate.

I know the darkness
of my hate, its futile
longing to be freed
from it’s sordid legacy.

I fear the demons
it holds at bay
in a molten ball
of raging regret.

I...

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Her tread even lighter than a field mouse,
Her gown more bluer than a cloudless sky;
She stiffens like the cat about to pounce:-
Right now...another wretched soul to die.
Hand as Michelangelo's hand of God;
Outstretched arm pausing momentarily;
And in that dreadful instant some poor sod
Staring back: eyes imploring,...

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The rhyme I write 
is of crime that
kills Life in prime,
in a strife his
throat slit by knife
had fear writ large
on him and it 
made me swim in
sweat in dream grim.




9-Dec-2020
Bauk Than - Than Bauk Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
In the the format requested in the...

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If is committed a heinous crime
God will catch at the right time

The whole World will come to know
His real anger God will surely show

He will give a perfect check
For that unholy, dirty trick

Punishment He will heap
Adversity one must reap

Frauds deserve great penalty
As the intention is...

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Passion Should Not Be A Crime
by Rick Rucker

Why do some think it wrong, 
To hold a vision your whole life long?

Like Doctor Martin Luther King,
His Devotion changed Everything!

And Gandhi was another one, 
It took a while, but he got it done!

If there is a Cause...

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Sins of the Fools 

Whichever God their dice shall chose
judgment rendered all the same
guilty of crimes against humanity
its a sin and not a game

No one is chosen 
all life is precious
against warlords, uneducated and the cruel
man developed the vaccine
saved the child, the family, even the...

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Synopsis:
A powerful video, lyrics and music that sheds light on the devastating impact of poverty, illustrating how it fuels crime, gang violence, and psychological trauma in communities around the world. Innocent people, caught in the crossfire, are left to endure a cycle of despair that...

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The Autumn sun shone with golden magic
The warmth of the embrace was seen from afar
As I stood along the fence in the valley below

Inside the house are tales akin to tragic
A son had volunteered, never returned from war
The brother, when burgled, lost a limb &...

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Into the woods the three did wander
Graceful teenage girls carefree
I had great cause to ponder
Surely someone held the key
When they were never seen again
Suspecting things grimly gone awry
What evils lurks what evil men
Might dare beneath God’s watchful eye



Submitted on January 8, 2019 for contest INTO...

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