#murdered - Hello Poetry

Comfortable with the unspeakable Obnoxious unconfrontational Augmented stolen-perch ****** Agel, with no ‘n’ for nurture, eyes for plundered treasure Your age isn’t elegant Eat the ****** fruit whole with the pips, as old children are murdered, opal fires fixed in feathers...

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Aug 20, 2025

Aug 20, 2025 at 7:52 PM UTC

SeismicNought

Agel

Comfortable with the unspeakable Obnoxious unconfrontational Augmented stolen-perch ****** Agel, with no ‘n’ for nurture, eyes for plundered treasure Your age isn’t elegant Eat the ****** fruit whole with the pips, as old children are murdered, opal fires fixed in feathers...

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Truth is dead Men murdered it At its young age Blinking like fading lights They lie with their eyes The tongue is tied And the cords We do not see And when it rises Like bouncing ***** On barbed wires The words are deflated And truth is murdered Because trust has been buried In the dark background of their hearts And the offspring of truth Are thought to be an outcast. But always triumph Because truth never dies.

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Jan 18, 2021

Jan 18, 2021 at 7:13 PM UTC

egba-ogaba-christian

TRUTH IS DEAD

Truth is dead Men murdered it At its young age Blinking like fading lights They lie with their eyes The tongue is tied And the cords We do not see And when it rises Like bouncing ***** On barbed wires The words are deflated And truth is murdered Because trust has been buried In the dark background of their hearts And the offspring of truth Are thought to be an outcast. But always triumph Because truth never dies.

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In the dark streets of unhappy endings, where needles numb the pain in a dying vein. The missing and the lost light the skies as colours flash and dance, waving their goodbyes.

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Nov 2, 2018

Nov 2, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC

j-l-james

Street Wise

In the dark streets of unhappy endings, where needles numb the pain in a dying vein. The missing and the lost light the skies as colours flash and dance, waving their goodbyes.

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Fun and games that's all it takes to keep young hearts in motion but one night like the thousands of others she went missing; gone from sight and gone from everyday life Time went by and she went with it the clock was a ticking bomb; waiting to find hope and explode with glee but on the happiest day of the world it took a sharp turn She was found in the morning's cold embrace no trace of life remained; robbed of innocence robbed of possibilities never to open eyes again never to open the front door and say "I'm home"

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Apr 20, 2018

Apr 20, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC

silverflame

Sleeping Forever

Fun and games that's all it takes to keep young hearts in motion but one night like the thousands of others she went missing; gone from sight and gone from everyday life Time went by and she went with it the clock was a ticking bomb; waiting to find hope and explode with glee but on the happiest day of the world it took a sharp turn She was found in the morning's cold embrace no trace of life remained; robbed of innocence robbed of possibilities never to open eyes again never to open the front door and say "I'm home"

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Inspired by Tina Fontaine I’m living the dream, the dream where women are are free, free to explore themselves, be themselves before the vicious white patriarchy cuts them down for sport. These women are beautiful, these women are fierce. They laugh at the inevitable violence every one of them will face. They laugh because they know that it cannot last. One by one their beauty is carved up for the masses to consume, thier spark swallowed by the holy violence of their male oppressors. The never ending cycle of youth taken away from the breast of life to be fed to the machine. These beautiful women of colour where society discards them like trash, sold like slaves to white families with picket fences that hide atrocities that no woman should face. Soulless, loveless the machine knows what it wants, it wants our young beautiful women, our future. The ones who survive are the ones who beat the machine, they become the teachers for the ones taken away to live the dream.

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Mar 19, 2018

Mar 19, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC

Irkar

Living the Dream

Inspired by Tina Fontaine I’m living the dream, the dream where women are are free, free to explore themselves, be themselves before the vicious white patriarchy cuts them down for sport. These women are beautiful, these women are fierce. They laugh at the inevitable violence every one of them will face. They laugh because they know that it cannot last. One by one their beauty is carved up for the masses to consume, thier spark swallowed by the holy violence of their male oppressors. The never ending cycle of youth taken away from the breast of life to be fed to the machine. These beautiful women of colour where society discards them like trash, sold like slaves to white families with picket fences that hide atrocities that no woman should face. Soulless, loveless the machine knows what it wants, it wants our young beautiful women, our future. The ones who survive are the ones who beat the machine, they become the teachers for the ones taken away to live the dream.

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We are the missing, the dead, the lost Never found, and in the world No monument exists for us No flag has been unfurled We lie in riverbeds and wood Beneath stream beds and in fields Were tears of woe ever wept for us? Did a heart break, did it yield? We wandered off in cases, some In others, lured, abductions Our bodies never found, but though We caused a family some reduction In others, we were found too late Dead, mistreated in a hole The one who did this thing to us Until caught, god **** their soul We lie here waiting for the day For our remains to be found We lie in woodlots, basements cold Buried crudely in the ground Some of us were lost before We ever lost our lives Roaming streets, with no real home Dancing on a hundred knives Some of us are living Still at odds with where we are We're prisoners inside our mind And have gone and wandered far But, those of us, the dead, the cold Lie waiting for the day When our bones will be discovered And then at rest we'll lay Are there people out there looking? Many years for us have passed Are we still an open case? Or has the time for that just passed? Do we still have family waiting? Time goes slowly when you're lost We lost our lives to violence And I question at what cost? Are we still considered missing? With us the searching will not cease We lie here, the dead, the missing Until our souls can be at peace

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Apr 9, 2013

Apr 9, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC

roger-turner

We Are The Missing

We are the missing, the dead, the lost Never found, and in the world No monument exists for us No flag has been unfurled We lie in riverbeds and wood Beneath stream beds and in fields Were tears of woe ever wept for us? Did a heart break, did it yield? We wandered off in cases, some In others, lured, abductions Our bodies never found, but though We caused a family some reduction In others, we were found too late Dead, mistreated in a hole The one who did this thing to us Until caught, god **** their soul We lie here waiting for the day For our remains to be found We lie in woodlots, basements cold Buried crudely in the ground Some of us were lost before We ever lost our lives Roaming streets, with no real home Dancing on a hundred knives Some of us are living Still at odds with where we are We're prisoners inside our mind And have gone and wandered far But, those of us, the dead, the cold Lie waiting for the day When our bones will be discovered And then at rest we'll lay Are there people out there looking? Many years for us have passed Are we still an open case? Or has the time for that just passed? Do we still have family waiting? Time goes slowly when you're lost We lost our lives to violence And I question at what cost? Are we still considered missing? With us the searching will not cease We lie here, the dead, the missing Until our souls can be at peace

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This world is corrupt Children murdered everyday it's time we end it

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Mar 22, 2016

Mar 22, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC

jonah-long

Let's end it

This world is corrupt Children murdered everyday it's time we end it

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here. hold a knife. point it at my chest. stab the strife. here. hold a blade. place it at my wrist. cut the hate. here hold a gun. aim it at my head. shoot then run. here. hold a bomb. throw it in the air. watch it explode. here. hold my heart. smash it to my face. witness me fall. that's for me, for falling in love with the boy who murdered love.

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May 14, 2016

May 14, 2016 at 2:17 AM UTC

lunar-love

**** me now

here. hold a knife. point it at my chest. stab the strife. here. hold a blade. place it at my wrist. cut the hate. here hold a gun. aim it at my head. shoot then run. here. hold a bomb. throw it in the air. watch it explode. here. hold my heart. smash it to my face. witness me fall. that's for me, for falling in love with the boy who murdered love.

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