Lets Get Bloody With Rhymed Poems

lets write a rhymed poem portraying revenge, vengance or what have you
in any narrative technique ie (first person, third person, omniscient )
make it bloody

heres mine

Am back in your life
Determined to take your slutty wife
With a gun, acid or bloody knife
Just the way the love started
When she was my boo
the way it sure ended
When she turned over to you
Now nothing shall end this appetizing pressure
But to feel those cold hearts under the seizure
Of my hands, giving me then the only pleasure
I need to appease this sensation
Of vengance, revenge and sweet temptation



lets see yours

looking behind the abyss
doom fast approaching
beclouding my sense of judgement
looking at an open invitation
to lay my cold hands as death does
on my prey.
a shout of victory as i sniff
out the living from my prey

darkness hovers as a blanket
wrapping me in its malicious cover,
in exultation i embrace the darkness,
around my shoulder, and i sigh
in contentment, at last blood
flows freely through the field

Wish I could rhyme

blurb after meals is exquisite writing! dog, if u  wrote that ure not bad at all

was a two word rhyme,  like Kanye's Two words,

@ LASIEFAIRE
were u talking about my work?

THE SADIST
Its time they feel the pain
They made me feel
It’s of no gain but deep within
Fire, brimstone, let them fall
For this mortal shall receive my call
Sweet vengeance is hard to resist
And with no ill-chance will I this miss
They shall pay with their blood
Soul heart and all
For the sins of the father come
To harm all even to their young
No leniency shall prevail
With no eye-wink will I even fail
Not for love, nor for lust
Nor for hate, nor for trust
That I set out with this mission
To bring them all to death submission
Assassin, betrayer, executioner don’t call me this
But call me simple and clearly a sadist

THAT COLD MORNING
That cold morning can testify
For this knife inside your intestine
‘because I so wanted to do this
To get u down on your cold knees
And see the cries from those mocking lips
Isn’t it so sad now that that passionate kiss u gave
Means not a damn thing to me today?

You are not even alive to tell the tale
because your blood, sure fills this pail
It would be used to appease the deities
Whom you’ve shamed with the dirties
Of your blood with the seeds from your testis
Filling this virginal day spring

Now nothing can be more fun-giving
Like this gory sight
Of your blood oozing so freely
In this clouded night
Telling of your once springing vitality
But gone, when you touched the blackened heart