#crime poems on Hello Poetry

Odd Odyssey Poet Mar 19

What kind of person would I be, to love you
even when I don't love all the parts of me...

Would I give you a sense of certainty
even when we don't look so certain to be?

It would be criminal to love me!

#love #crime #feelings #people #rhyme #poetry

thepuppeteer Mar 8

Injustice

Locked up in a cage,
Those beasts are allowed to roam

The lights are dimming and the darkness grows thick

It is like a mirror on the wall,
Reflecting everything in which you desire but can never have.

Those who take, get.
And those who give, lose.

The scales have broken.
And you sit alone.
Crying on your throne.

This is a poem I wrote about justice as a person. I think that's all I'm going to say.. I'd like others to try and interpret the poem this time :)

#justice #injustice #trapped #darkness #greed #crime #pain

Eliana Knight Feb 27

Lizzie Borden Had An Axe

Im the daughter of a well-to-do businessman
He remarried, of my stepmother, I was not a fan
My sister & I were popular, engaged in charitable work
I taught Sunday school to children, which was a perk
I had a religious upbringing with the local church
My father felt his good name I would one day besmirch
For I went on outings unaccompanied by a male escort
I am stubborn & independent was my retort
Thursday morning my older sister & father were gone
Father came home, while I was out on the lawn
When I came inside I saw father on the lounge dead
Later the maid found his wife on the floor by their bed
Both were struck in the head with a sharp axe
She got eighteen, while father received eleven whacks
I was arrested charged with their ****** but no trial
For the men believed a woman couldn’t fit the profile
I was found not guilty and inherited the house & fund
But by society my sister, Emma & I were still shunned
Many believe & accused me of Abby and fathers death
As I walk by they mumble & snicker under their breath
Some theories were my uncle Morse or the maid
That she was my lover, that Abby and Father were dismayed
Abby apparently caught us both, in the barn at the back
And forced me to become a horrible, murdering maniac
Could I, Lizzie Borden, a woman, be so depraved?
Well only I will know & the secret I will take to my grave.

I know its dark, but i found the case very interesting so i wrote a poem about it, i hope you enjoy it.

#****** #mystery #history #true #crime #adult

Manx Feb 15

Arthur & Adelin

O' since it hath been beforehand with our griefs,
Let us pay the time but needful woe.

This England never did and never shall
But when it first did help to wound itself.

Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.

Now these her princes are come home again,
And we shall shock them.

Come the three corners of the world in arms;
If England to itself do rest but true,
Nought shall make us rue.

Like you were before,
Slaves ye shall be again.
You shall pay forever in restless labor.

The country will be nothing but a vassalage,
You who stood on the cliff line side-to-side
As our ships sailed by.

Now it is you who are beneath us.

Wait for your gentry men & ladies to return,
We shall be upon them as a tempest.

And our allies will strengthen & back us.
If you simply lay down & submit,

Nothing like us shall bring you ruin.

They took your royalty
And told you they killed him.
Then they killed more of your children.

It's a different kind of life,
A more cruel death.

Horrible wardens,
By both our definitions & theirs;
A sailor who saw land,
A boy scrambled up over a marked wall.

#silly #fun #satire #serious #rhetoric #knowledge #hidden #sin #crime #monstrous

Mark Wanless Feb 11

personal 25/2/6d

i let crime seekers
into the building because
i coward afraid

#personal #crime #seekers #coward #afraid

Carlo C Gomez Feb 2

The Missing Paperboys

~
The boys of summer.

Johnny once sat under the bleachers, the scar on his tongue, a reminder of the time he bit it after falling from a treehouse. A sack full of yesterday's news in a red wagon, the first and last clues.

Eugene ... the other kid who dropped out of sight on Sunday morning, now the evening edition; now a black spot on the sun.

Why the two-year gap?

Departures and landfalls. But no explanations.

Mom and Dad never comfortable peering into the camera lens. Big brother breathing out vapors until something sparks and all
the old questions came back.

A detective's paradox. No bone. No fragment. No evidence. In his home garage hangs a poster of Eugene to remind him every day.

-- for Johnny Gosch and Eugene Martin
~

#disappearance #abduction #mystery #boys #unsolved #crime #1980s

Mainak Ganguly Jan 28

CAFÉ 65

A sound is a uniform pattern of audible vibrations.
The one that was created when…
The cup full of tea
fell on the floor
from his hand
Or
When the fat tea-seller
slapped the little boy
for having dropped
the cup full of tea
Or
When the little boy
fell thereby hitting
his forehead on the floor
and letting out
a stream of blood
Or
When I stood up
took out my revolver
and shot the fat man
at the forehead
exactly where the
little boy was hurt
Or
When the fat *******
fell on the ground
and died
but
not at once
since the bullet
missed the ******
by a whisker.
A noise is an inconsistent pattern of audible vibrations.
The one that was created when…
An ambulance
and a police car
arrived together
at the scene
of crime.
[Café 65 is the name of the tea-stall where I met the first person of this piece of work, one fine evening]

#poetry #society #discrimination #crime #mainak #poem #child #abuse

Mainak Ganguly Jan 28

LEATHER SOFA

I am sitting on a leather sofa
In front of me a low oval wooden table
On the table a glass
In the glass some whiskey
In the whiskey some sleep
In the sleep an oblivion
In the oblivion some solace
That You could have given me
By not drinking the whiskey
By not getting high
By not abusing me
By not getting killed
By not sending me to jail
By not depressing me
By not making me a drunk
By not making me drink the whiskey
In the glass
On the low oval wooden table
In front of the leather sofa
That I just left
For good
For our home
For another leather sofa
Where we made love the first time
Where we fought the last time
Where your eviscerated body lay that day
Where asleep now lies another:
A helpless little body commemorating our dead love story.

#poetry #love #family #drama #breakups #crime #mainak

egg hot pot Jan 22

INDIA IS A CRIMINAL BREEDING GROUND

India ;
a country where
approximately, 80 rapes happen in a single day
(78 murders )( 23 fake alimony cases) ( burglery rate 7.2)
the country which allows and rewards rapists
letting them roam free

in a country that is so poor;
"the poor" are not even seen as human beings
killing them; ****** them ; driving a ******* whole car on them ;
and the jury will make you write a ******* essay
the system will blame the driver
and the society will blame the poor
such a pathetic nation

but we still sing
with pride every morning
forgetting every ******* case
every ******* human whose done such thing
and watching movies and other such media made by pedophiles , rapists , molesters , murderers

im in a very bad mood wrote this while watching news and just cant take this anymore

#india #**** #feminism #crime #anxiety

Anais Vionet Jan 12

rhyme

Poems don’t have to rhyme, free verse it isn’t a crime
I can write what I please—don’t call the police.
Must I play the game, both rhyme and spill intimate things?
Can I develop leitmotifs without rhyming riffs?
I could claim I’m writing prose - yeah, be one of those.
No one can rhyme all the time.
I can refuse—I’m no Dr F-ing Seuss,
**** it! ← See? THAT didn’t rhyme.
(sirens in the distance)
.
.
Fun songs for this:
Ain't It Fun by Paramore
It's All Your Fault (with Katie Shore) by Asleep At The Wheel

BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 01/12/25:
leitmotif = a dominant recurring theme (in song, poems or speeches)

#rhyme #crime #refuse #seuss #leitmotifs #riffs #humor