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Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: crazy, devotion, murder, passion, woman, women,


Love went to the liquor store
She bought a bottle
Drank until the bottle was dry
Walked on over to the hardware store
Where there she bought a hunting knife

Love sliced open my chest
Her hands grasped my heart
She had a hearty meal
Dropping her knife
She walked away in the dark

Love stole my heart

Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: addiction, adventure, allusion, anger, art, child, childhood, children, community, corruption, crazy, dark, death, deep, depression, desire, evil, fantasy, fear, freedom, future, gothic, grave, grief, imagination, lust, murder, pain, pollution, poverty, power, sad love, science, society, spiritual, spoken word, visionary,

The Future Starts Here

The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
and foraging

Poem Details | by Lewis Michael |
Categories: dark, death, emotions, hate, loss, murder, sad love,


Hosted lament,
Growth yielded dying fiend,
Rancor malice abort bastard,

Poem Details | by Ezra cook |
Categories: beautiful, death, horror, lost love, marriage, murder, mystery,

Lady In Red

The Lady in red
awaits my arrival
 The Lady in red
lays and waits
The Lady in red 
never-more so beautiful
The Lady in red
Who is my newly wed
The Lady whose white dress covered in Red
is no more

Poem Details | by RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories: life, love, murder, war,

kill not sweet child

kill not

sweet child

that blood

will sour

the soul

Poem Details | by Denise Morgan |
Categories: murder, valentines day,

Macabre Love

On Valentine's Day,
Cupid's arrow drips with blood.
What a macabre love

Poem Details | by Reshma-Kate-Meserah-Blanca FARR |
Categories: abuse, anger, angst, betrayal, break up, conflict, death, desire, grief, hate, heartbreak, hurt, husband, jealousy, love, lust, marriage, murder, pain,

The Affair

A warm embrace
And a lingering touch.
Skin meets skin.
The rustling of sheets,
Fingers tangled in hair.
His lips against mine,
My lover and I.

The slam of a door 
And my heart sinks.
Red of passion turns to red of rage.
Angry screams.
Drunk words.
A taste of copper on my tongue,
White sheets stained crimson

I look,
My own glassy eyes stare back.
You move on, you forget.
I watch, I wait.
I can never leave,
Never touch,
Never breathe.
Silent screams echo,
Cherished memories tinged with red.
I watch, I wait.

Know that the cross you clutch so often
Will do you no good.
I'm watching, I'm waiting.

Poem Details | by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories: love, sad,

Enchanted Murder

A beauty danced beneath pale moonlight,
While hypnotic song flurried on the breeze,
Distant, the voices tell of magic’s flight,
A heart is caught with such apparent ease,
And leads the self into its deathly plight.

A soul lies dying within grasping flame,
Confusion’s white heat burning at nerve tips,
Invisible fires bring the pain just the same,
The murderous hold a vice like grip,
And jealousy is her invidious name.

Form: Sicilian Quintains

Poem Details | by Melissa Ross |
Categories: adventure, death, devotion, fantasy, loss, lost love, love

Murder She Wrote

In an intricately planned,
Regally orchestrated,

She wrote
On his pillow
As she wept

With the blade
Shining in splendor
And ripe yet pungent

Swimming in the blood of her love.

Poem Details | by Denise Morgan |
Categories: murder, sad love,


Eavesdropping, not smart
A pile builds in the garden
The knife nicked his heart

Poem Details | by RobieLynn Collins |
Categories: cat, courage, creation, cute love, evil, life, murder,

The Cat

 He's a silent hunter,
with a murderous heart,
and he doesn't care,
what he tears apart,
he is very independant,
and cunning to,
and if your his prey,
then you are through,
he has a ravinish blood lust,
that he can't contain,
and if he don't kill,
he'll go insane,
he may seem like a sweet little kitty,
but trust me people,
he is witty,
don't let those purrs,
and cuddles fool,
he has many concealed weapons,
he'll use as a tool,
he has needle sharp teeth,
and 5 dagger claws,
on each and everyone,
of his cute little paws.

Poem Details | by Denise Morgan |
Categories: love hurts, murder,

Lover's Quarrel

Sparkling with sunlight
A steel blade drips of red blood
Lover's quarrel, done

Poem Details | by Meggan Rogalski |
Categories: devotion, love, mystery, passion, sad,

Love- Murder or suicide?

I am sunflower to you, great sun
I bloom for your presence
Without you I should wither and die, 
but I would scorch beneath the brilliance of your gaze

Poem Details | by Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories: depression, horror, life, lonely, murder, sad love, stars,


There is hidden in the night
	a pretty madness
You can find her, you can hold her
	in a dream of sullen sadness
As you sleep beneath the one remaining star.

You are bidden from some height
	of petty feeling
To condemn her and to scold her
	just to send your vengeance reeling
Then you wake no longer knowing who you are.

You'll be ridden of the light
You'll be stronger, you'll be bolder
You'll be leaping through the ceiling
When your mind's driven afar.

You are nothing, you are nil;
Of complaint you've had your fill
You have given up all will
To forgive, to love, to kill.

Poem Details | by Princess Xia |
Categories: love, murder,


Dead Beat Heart

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Cold and lifeless
Dead memories
Dead laughs
Dead nostalgia

You laid there
Yet with a heart beating inside you-
My heart

You lay dead
As I roam the world dead

Covered in those roses
I saved

Now to kiss those cold lips

To let you leave
With my beating heart
As I live
With this dead one

Poem Details | by Jeff Reed |
Categories: love, murder,

The Assassins Love Affair

The Assassin’s Love Affair

Neck thin, veined, soft
Curved sexually past the breast
The waistline lures handling
With sure fingers
Quietly the blade pinches her collar against her
Shoulder bone
Above the heart
The sweaty haired arm with its tattooed muscles
The bread is cut
The wine pours thick into the crystal
Of a panting, toothless mouth
The intercourse
The razor sharp condom
The quiet lover
The cigarette.

Poem Details | by Rennae Du |
Categories: beauty, crazy, evil, love, murder, psychological, vanity,

To My First, Love You Stained Me Scarlett

It's kind of romantic
how I can guide
you with my touch
alone, the way your
fingers twitch slightly when 
I tap you gently. 

My first marvellous creation. 
It took me hours
to take you apart
and weld back together.
I am forever grateful
that you're the one.

Or I was, until
I saw my next victim.

Poem Details | by Willie A. Buchanan |
Categories: anger, betrayal, break up, evil, love hurts, murder,


I was caught in her web
of lies, deceit and murder.
For love I played the sap.
Like a fool I was gonna 
take the rap!

Poem Details | by marinescu victor |
Categories: business, father, for her, for him, god, heaven, life, murder, war, love,


some ****ed in the mouth, put blades
He was not absurd
to give us words.
we have given ourselves
to appear more beautiful
to love otherwise
to be perfect
we do not feel alone
+ need to explain
why and how, etc.. 
all are funny
and finally I do not understand 
Where is He in all of this!?

Can it and shout:
Oh, my God!
but I must take care
to pray
not be afraid
to forget all the words
me to stay away
because some of they make a love of this things
just for them.

Poem Details | by ATYA TASNEEM |
Categories: life, murder, sad love,

The assasin

The sharp point of life,
The tip of knife,
The smooth slide of the blade on the neck,
The flow of the blood.
In an unending flood,
The reddened hand,
Casually wiped with a tissue.
The soft breathing,
The cool touch of revolver,
The sharp click of the silencer.
Striding towards the end of the room,
A slight smile,
The coldness in the eyes,
The eerie hush,
The squeal of the tyres,
She opened the door put her bag in the backseat,
And shotgun she rode.
Flashed a quick smile at the driver.
“Did you finish the job sweetheart?’ he asked,
And she winked.
And without a backward glance drove on,
Held hands.
And .......... crashed.

Poem Details | by Rebecca Vitale |
Categories: depression, i love you, love, murder, pain, poems, poetry,

Breathe Me

My love for you
May have been

But boy,
Was it worth
The pain

rebecca vitale

Poem Details | by Angela Richardson |
Categories: death, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, love, sorry, teen, me, me, murder,

Murder & Love

Sorry cant take back destruction
Sorry can't take back the lies
Sorry cant take the knife out your heart
I murder your feelings and what we started 
Guilt is what I feel when I look in your eyes
After all the lies, rumors,stories you still love me
My crime makes me look at myself different
I don't know can I be the same person 
you were the victim and I'm the killer
Evertime I have sometime good I destroy it 
I murder your trust,love,passion for me
It's killing me more inside
It's making me want to take my own life 
because I destroyed someone's else.

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: analogy, loss, love hurts, math, murder, words, yellow,


Any slide of litany,
and random errent currency,
the sleeping,
the provision and providence,

and then ...

so then there's endangerment,
and the policemen,

then there's pinicle's of the ages of indifference,

they said in a small circular figure that this is not our place,
when it really is the only thing we love,
as a whole,
our favorites draw us in close,
yet we don't provide them with much,


Poem Details | by Alex LaRue |
Categories: lost love, love, murder,

Goodbye, My Love

There are voices in my head;
They tell me who lives and who dies.
At my hand, everyone I meet could be dead.
I wish you could see this life through my eyes.
The voices are so loud, I follow through with what they say.
I am seen as a trustworthy man.
Wen I am done with my victims, I find a place where they should lay.
They never suspected my plan.
I only have one thing that is constant in my life.
And the voices want to take her away.
Every time I see her, I hold back the urge to grab my knife.
Away from me is where she should stay.
So, I've turned myself in.
Now, she won't suffer my sin.

Poem Details | by Rhia Madison Thomer |
Categories: angst, death, lost love

Murder of the Mannequin [repost Mannequin Series 1]

Mannequin, what do you see
through eyes that never close
as you stay trapped and imprisoned
the story you compose.
Of how easy you caught fire,
when he’d brought you to life
made you think you were real, little liar,
until he killed you with your knife.
Skin ripped open, heartstrings pulled;
falling, falling headfirst;
how easy plastic skin cooled
you satisfied his sadistic thirst.
Free from judgment he walks,
and no one knows what he did,
Can't hear it in the way he talks,
he keeps it so well hid.
Mannequin, mannequin what do you see
as you try to mend again
do you watch him walk free?
The Murderer of the Mannequin.