Best Poems About / On MURDER
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The We in Me
Idle musings,
here I stare
At the wall right over there
With no paintings?
Yes, it's bare!
Any way, how do you fare?
I am well,
My friend,
My only friend!
You're talking to myself again
Scary nightmares,
now I wake and I lie in bed and shake
Oh, calm down! Give me a break!
It's your fault the noise you make!
I am you,
My friend!
My only friend!
I'm talking to yourself again
Murder? Murder? No - I'm framed!
Hear that voice? The voice I blame!
They can't hear me.
What a shame I do not think I like this game
I am sad,
My friend,
My only friend,
We got me in trouble again
Justin Boyd
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It's time to act!
On the drug Menace
Drugs, drugs, drugs,
What do you get?
More than harm is its effect,
Oh! What a dangerous quest.
Its time to act,
Get up fight for it,
Cant let people lose their lives,
Cant let them take the wrong side.
Use it one time,
And you want it again,
Youll murder, youll kill
Youll do anything it takes,
The game of murder its called,
Yes, its a dangerous game,
Its not good for your body,
Nor for your soul because it just fades away.
All copy rights reserved to Meriam Joseph.
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Meriam Joseph
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She Killed Him
From a distanced, i hear her voice
I dont want to take a chance
im going to listing to her
She is laying on the grond crying
but im too busy not paying attention
not listening to her cry her heart out
she shouldve thout about it
she shouldve been aware
i tried to tell her
i tried to tell her he's no good
laying on the floor
laying on the bloody floor
waiting for the cops to come
With a knife in his chest and
a bullet in his head
Just like that he's dead
But it was forr her own good
he was gunna rape her again
'no more' she said 'hes not doing it again'
now a 15 year old girl commits MURDER
well i dont think its murder
do u? ? ? ? ? ?
Josh Woods
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My Lover
Darkeness circled the cave, slated with sting of death
The gloomy clouds thundered, the sun too afraid to shine
Evil ecstatic about its dinner, the innocent murder of my LOVER
Will i ever see HIM again i pondered
Steadily they rolled the stone onto the dungeon
One was enough to seal the slaughter
The galsome murder of my loving LOVER
Will i ever see HIM i wondered
Slowly i staggered to solice, my limbs to heavy to carry
With shatters of my heart i waded
The dagger deeper than the slasher
But my pain was the love of my LOVER
Will we meet again i wondered
Within a spin the story unfolded
Listen its voice of my LOVER
HE is calling i can hear
Is that really my LOVER, i wander
Yes its true HE is my LOVER
If it were another i would surrender
Better still HE is my LOVER
HIS love for me couldn't separate us forever
Yes forever HE is my LOVER
MaryVivien Namata
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