#killer poems on Hello Poetry

Dwayne Richardson May 2014

Hang in there,
My little bacon back baby
sweating from head to toe.
Those little piggies
are squirming in their straps
spilling their veins across the tarp.
Become the smoke
let you being take it in.
Swinging back and forth, intently
in a room lit so dim
willing yourself awake
briefly, paralyzed by the grin.
"We're having steak tonight boys
along with hawks and ribs.
The main course
tonight
is a helping of long pig."

Its not even Halloween

#fear #death #escape #killer #butcher

Brianna Sutterfield May 2014

Serial Killer's Sonnet

I see her in the bed; she's gone to sleep.
Wake up, Love, satisfy my lust.
My hand is wrapped around the knife.
I can't wait to see your flow of blood.
I can't wait to watch it fall.
Are you afraid to be a ghost?

But already in life, you're just a ghost.
You're lucky your floor is soft to break your fall.
I lean over to see my reflection in your pool of blood.
Before I leave I'll have to clean my knife.
I hope you thank me for your everlasting sleep.
Too bad I'll need to find someone else; you didn't satisfy my lust.

In your kitchen I run the water and wash my knife.
I think about your fragile ghost.
I remember the sound you made as you hit the floor from your fall.
I'm glad you're forever going to sleep.
I need to leave now so I can satisfy my lust.
As I leave I still smell your blood.

I'm on the hunt to quench my lust.
I'm on the hunt to find more blood.
I hope my next prey hasn't already fallen victim to sleep.
As I walk I breathe in the cold air of my favorite season; Autumn.
I pull my hand out of my pocket and stare at my sparklingly clean knife.
I can't help but think of your jealous I am of you; I wish so and to be nothing more than a ghost.

Through the window I can hear the pulse of your blood.
You sir, are about to have eternal sleep.
Maybe you will satisfy my lust.
I can't wait to see your ghost.
I can't wait to see you fall.
You're about to meet my knife.

I'm clumsy, and through your window I fall.
Give it back; you've taken my knife!
You're granted my wish; I'll be a ghost.
Thank you, Sir, for stopping my lust.
I feel it flowing out of me, soaking me; my hot , sticky blood.
Thank God I can finally get some sleep.

I'll go to sleep now and when I awaken I'll let you know what it's like to be a ghost.
It seems to be that only my blood was what could have ever cured my lust.
I love my knife. I love my fall.

Found a bunch of poems from high school :) Decided to put them up here today. This one was for an assignment.

#first #sleep #mystery #ghost #plot #blood #person #****** #horror #killer

Vivian Pennock May 2014

White Asylum

White Asylum

I love red!
Wanna know why?
Come on, I think you know!
I’ll help you out!

The
runny then crusty,
gushing then sealed,
but always
thick,
oozing,
smooth
kind of red is my favorite.

Can you figure it out yet?

That red that only flows with punctures,
but then cannot stop.
At least for a while.
Sometimes it cascades
like
     a
       waterfall.
Sometimes a soft trickle
like
a
calm
stream.

But, sadly,
overtime,
just like an artist with his paint,
it gets dry and flaky.

Now you know what I’m talking about!
I’m positive!

Haha yes, I know I’ve gone mad.
I love it.
Embrace it with my entire being!

I think thats why I'm here.

I never get to see red anymore.
They keep me locked away in these
padded
bleached
blinding
white
walls.

Surrounded by plain.

I really do miss the color red.
i used to see so much of it.
It was a masterpiece.
And I was the mysterious maestro.

Until someone ratted me out!
Not so anonymous anymore!
Gotta tell everybody!
Hmmm, shoulda turned them red too.
Didn't have the time……

Why are you still there?
Have I not made you insane yet?
Good luck sleeping tonight.
Don’t close both eyes.
Thats when I visit.
I make sure you are not looking.
Before you leave and never see your life again.
Sadly, I’m in here.
And you are out there.
Not so many white walls where you are.
Do me a favor, will you?
See some red tonight.
I have lost count of how many days since my last masterpiece.
I really do miss it….

Anyway!
This has been the most pleasant of visits!
Please come again!
Just one thing to remember:
Don’t close both eyes.
That’s when I come.

And I won’t let you go like last time.

I think I watch too many movies about serial killers......

#crazy #blood #sick #****** #insane #killer #mad #painting #artist #serial

Daylight 4U2C May 2014

We could be (a family)

People diein' on the streets.
****** puddles at our feets.

But we could be a family.
We could be a whole.
We could be together.
But no one could be cold.

If we could live on an island,
no hate,
no guns,
no war.
We'd look back and wonder,
what was it all for?

People diein' on the streets.
****** puddles at our feets.

Gangs,
tempts,
nudes,
exempts.

We sit at desk,
eating or eaten.
we laughed at or laughing.
beating or bleedin'.

We know the truth, but call it cruel.
The cruel one is we, the blind fool.

People diein' on the streets
****** puddles at our feets.

Who shot the most guns?
Who then killed them all?
Who didn't mind a casualty?
Who could be responsible?

"Not me!" we cry,
"I'm a good soul."
But even if we declined,
can I be told where they go?

No one WANTS to die. For someone to do it, there will be an opponent. A THREAT. That's what this poem is about.

#go #poem #truth #war #hate #alcohol #eating #cry #die #happy #not #im #thats #good #be #people #true #bad #wrong #mind #drug #if #i #the #are #fool #soul #and #what #this #could #me #one #on #*** #family #wonder #guns #no #blind #last #was #about #it #laughing #its #together #guilt #idea #do #even #for #to #but #sometimes #never #have #cruel #is #cold #live #wars #know #back #whole #who #we #call #someone #all #so #island #they #by #moments #killer #there #at #most #an #our #how #reasons #beating #will #parents #without #then #shot #look #may #bullies #wants #where #robbers #them #knows #desk #told #justice #streets #many #sit #your #can #governments #****** #killed #or #known #anything #eaten #responsible #didnt #opponent #laughed #threat #gangs #caused #puddles #dealers #diein #feets #wed #tempts #nudes #exempts #bleedin #casualty #declined

Dwayne Richardson May 2014

Sandman

While you sleep
I see you smile
I hope you're dreaming of me.

On fitful nights
I'll stroke your cheek
to soothe your breathing.

Oh, you might
wake up in a fright
wide eyed with spite

That's why I
have bound you limbs
so that you cant fight.

Don't you worry about my wife.
You'll meet her soon
at the tip of this knife.

The air thickens
with the perfume of horror
clinging to life.

Finally my sweet
we'll be together
Like I always dreamed.

And I was going to write a happy poem for once. Then this came out instead. Ah...well.

#fear #life #death #sleep #happy #evil #despair #killer #sandman

Dwayne Richardson May 2014

Evil Intent

Use a little compassion
Show some humanity
Basted in boredom
In touch with insanity
How many flies will have to die
before her thirst is sated?
How many eyes will have to pry
to show what you've wasted?
Worming through the night
scheming, hell bent
forestalling my demise
with evil intent.
She'll tend the garden
Like a perfect person
But her heart is hardened
as she mixes the poison.
Beware the water
Beware the daughters
Beware the good Samaritan.

#fear #depression #life #pain #death #evil #killer

Colette Williams Apr 2014

Perfect Assassin

Trust me, I am the perfect assassin.
I've been trained perfectly, to seek out my enemies,
Anyone who appears weaker than me.
I can sense that lack of strength from a mile away.
I can take them all down in less than a day.
I know what kind of words will make them cringe;
I know how to fight, I know how to win.

#fight #strength #weak #evil #power #perfect #killer #win #assassin

Lilyan Apr 2014

Not What She Seems

Perfect Smile,
Pretty Brown Eyes,
Silk Smooth Hair,
Soft Gold Skin,

Her Lips A Crimson Red,
A Killer,
Her Lashes Curled And Long,
A Flutter Of Attraction,
Her Smile Beautiful And Wide,
The Trigger,
Her Kisses Full Of Passion,
The Bullets,
Her Body A Perfect Figure,
The Centre Of Attraction

She Looks Like An Angel,
She Lures You In,
She Says She Loves You,
She Makes You Fall Deep.

She's The Perfect Woman,
But She's Not What She Seems.

I'm not brilliant admitted, so I'd be happy to hear any tips to help me. :)

#love #fall #women #killer

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