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princesa (f)
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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
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princesa (f)
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Determined he left home
Not alone, but with that bloody hoe
Which had taken the life of the farmer son
Who had wronged this unforgiven soul
And didn't live to tell the tale in this sun
The next target is the new neighbour next door
Who didn't know a devil lived across the lawn
She thought they were one, thought they had love,
Who would tell her, she would still see her God
For not knowing, but had done wrong
To this heart that never forgave cos He's the devil's son
Like a sadist, he walks through her door
from afar, i can only but watch
Her screams, i hear make my blood run
Now he's out, all clothed in blood
The deed already far done
With tears my eye catch the devil's pry
. . . . . . Oh my God! i hope am not the next in line
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clemcykul
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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
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princesa (f)
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wow! what a suprise
i thought you only had eyes
for those clown
who live down that line
what a big big surprise
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nanaboi (m)
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Grace after meals
I burp after meals
I mop after deals
My deals are grave
-the graves, I dig.
They always feel brave
before their blood soils my bib.
I am decent;
this descent of the prime ex-Saint
so I dispose of the bones
disinfect the homes
hence I dig
and mop up
- blood and epidermis;
and I burp with grace
after meals
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janami (f)
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My eyes
they hurt
just thinking
just envisaging
what i could do
to make u pay
My mind
it sleeps
i wonder
i see
hmmm , i see blood
teardrops
u don't want to know
how u would look
when i am through wit u
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stillwater (f)
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Wish I could rhyme  |
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protocol (m)
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I LIKE ALL BUT THE RHYMING SCHEME OF THE FIRST IS AAABCDDEEEFF. STILL ANALYSING OTHERS.  |
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simmy (m)
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blurb after meals is exquisite writing! dog, if u wrote tht ure not bad at all
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nanaboi (m)
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@Simmy
I wrote it infront of the computer after reading others' posts. Thanks for saying it's ok
I only just noticed I wrote "blurb" instead of "burp" and have corrected myself.
@ Stillwater
But hey, u make good gory creations, edit them after creation and add rhymes while doing that. Even God had to edit man to create woman and here she is today, a good eye rhyme - her bossom and bottom, I mean. Ha ha!
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LASIEFAIRE (m)
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was a two word rhyme, like Kanye's Two words,
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princesa (f)
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dnt understand  |
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nanaboi (m)
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@ LASIEFAIRE
were u talking about my work?
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princesa (f)
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someone is playing games with my eye where is the silly rhyme post someone put up there b4  |
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princesa (f)
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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
‘Cos 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
Cos 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
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dosbel
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LOVE ABUSE
Dad, meet my fiancee
have you done a blood test
yes dad, we need rest
what about the hiv test
dad! don't be a pest
and the fertility test
stop this lest,
lest what? you can't come here with a ridiculous quest
we have tried our best
i expected a terrific zest
stop your jest
have you done the sanity test
i am taking her to her nest
i am not finished yet
it is like we are going east and you west
leave and forget my consent
Dad it is hard enough to find a girl who loves you
It is even harder to pass this tests.
what do you think?
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princesa (f)
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its a nice one, loved the rhymes
but it wasnt that bloody
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Tgirl4real (f)
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Princesa, u and blood sha  |
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princesa (f)
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i have blood, you have blood so lets get bloody  |
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princesa (f)
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another bloody piece the massacre of LaraI have one command
“Kill the bitch, don’t let her live”
Being the hit man of the “Dragon’s mind”
I carry out my task, no one do I forfeit
So all the cries and pleas Lara did
Could be just baseless shrills, for all it could mean
They want her blood on this hoe
And am pulling and giving it out, not one withhold
The hard days of training really did something to my guts
For now feel no hurt as this hoe tears through her heart
Her once pleading lips quivering, adding to the horror of it,
Wrapping me in the sweet gothic splendour, of a first kill, a first task, a task well done
So real as if the devil lives in me
For I didn’t flinch o felt remorse as I watch her move her last, breathe her last
And transit to the other side in cold blood
To me, it was just another assignment, nothing more
And to admit emotion is being unfit for the job, which am not.
Now going back, carrying this hoe that holds her blood
I cry within for the person I am, the person I’ve been
For the devil that possess this hear, soul and being
For it has come to say and am sure never to leave.  |
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nature262 (m)
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Be carefull what you wish cause you might just have it
Be carefull what you write cause you might just do it
just kidding
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nature262 (m)
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Be carefull what you wish cause you might just have it
Be carefull what you write cause you might just do it
just kidding
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princesa (f)
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well atleast i can imagine doing it |
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Krrush (m)
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Your Time's Up
O.k kiddos, let me give this here thing a try
Brace yourselves, this ain't no sugary pie
You cut me, I bleed
You suck it to me
I dry-up like weed
Then you spit on my dead skull
Overjoyed at my end-fall
Only its the begining
It really was never over and done
because here I am, back and singing
The fight's far from won
For while I may appear killed
I never quite get finished
My indestructibility is willed
Holy-Grail made and burnished
Now I thrust my vengeful spear
Deep inside your doomed breast
Your whole being broken
You face the mask of fear
Your end comes quick and victory is mine
You never once guessed it
Your avengeful foe is I, almighty Time!
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NaJa HaJe (f)
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errrr . . . bloody . . . . .ok . . .
Knuckles knocking
fists smacking
Its only thru love
Its only True love
Baby, it's for better or worse
An expired dominatrix
i won't bleed you dry
for death won't fix
your painful lie
Baby, its for better or worse
Yes men don't cry
so don't you cry
everyday i slice your skin
oh, the taste of skin
Baby, its for better or worse
I love you x
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princesa (f)
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hey hey guess who is getting bloody guess who love the feel of blood upon their hands guess who doesent flinch while running a spear down a breast guess . . . . . . . . guess . . . . . . . . Krush!  glad i got a co-murderererrrr . . . bloody . . . . .ok . . .
Knuckles knocking
fists smacking
Its only through love
Its only True love
Baby, it's for better or worse
An expired dominatrix
i won't bleed you dry
for death won't fix
your painful lie
Baby, its for better or worse
Yes men don't cry
so don't you cry
everyday i slice your skin
oh, the taste of skin
Baby, its for better or worse
I love you x
i wish i got the plot of your poem oh it was a little bloody though try to spice in more blood |
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Krrush (m)
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hey hey guess who is getting bloody guess who love the feel of blood upon their hands guess who doesent flinch while running a spear down a breast guess . . . . . . . . guess . . . . . . . . Krush! glad i got a co-murdereri wish i got the plot of your poem oh it was a little bloody though try to spice in more blood Matter of fact, I do run a "spear" down women's breasts quite infrequently, though . . er . .a "scalpel" that is . . Professionally, I'm a surgeon. So you see I often get my bloody hands all over young flesh Another impromptu one . .
Love Blastlet me take your lips And suck 'em till they bleed They be mine for keeps 'c o s I'm all the nigga you'll ever need let me take you now Take you off like a kettle on steam Your thrashing claws showing me just how Much bloody love seems as you scream Now I ravage you from behind As I anal-ize the depth of your throaty cry You blow, in so many ways my mind As we lock and lurch, then end-up in an endless sigh Like two fighting foes in a death-struggle One to die and the other to last So it just then seemed even now as we snuggle Our bloody-sweet love blast |
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princesa (f)
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Matter of fact, I do run a "spear" down women's breasts quite infrequently, though . . er . .a "scalpel" that is . . Professionally, I'm a surgeon. So you see I often get my bloody hands all over young flesh you must be geting all the fun
Another impromptu one . .
Love Blast
let me take your lips
And suck 'em till they bleed
They be mine for keeps
'c o s I'm all the nigga you'll ever need
let me take you now
Take you off like a kettle on steam
Your thrashing claws showing me just how
Much bloody love seems as you scream
Now I ravage you from behind
As I anal-ize the depth of your throaty cry
You blow, in so many ways my mind
As we lock and lurch, then end-up in an endless sigh
Like two fighting foes in a death-struggle
One to die and the other to last
So it just then seemed even now as we snuggle
Our bloody-sweet love blast
elicit imaginations i dont wanna even conjure so sexually bloody kudos first one bloodier than i am, best assured its not for long  |
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tkb417 (m)
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Matter of fact, I do run a "spear" down women's breasts quite infrequently, though . . er . .a "scalpel" that is . . Professionally, I'm a surgeon.
So you see I often get my bloody hands all over young flesh
Another impromptu one . .
Love Blast
let me take your lips
And suck 'em till they bleed
They be mine for keeps
'c o s I'm all the nigga you'll ever need
let me take you now
Take you off like a kettle on steam
Your thrashing claws showing me just how
Much bloody love seems as you scream
Now I ravage you from behind
As I anal-ize the depth of your throaty cry
You blow, in so many ways my mind
As we lock and lurch, then end-up in an endless sigh
Like two fighting foes in a death-struggle
One to die and the other to last
So it just then seemed even now as we snuggle
Our bloody-sweet love blast is this poem or mojo |
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princesa (f)
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dnt turn here to one of your unseriousness |
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princesa (f)
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but on a brighter note i could have you for breakfast skin you alive for my pleasure dance to the shrills of your pain suck every ounce of blood you have left discard your cacass to my snakes and vultures just for the pleasure of it the horror of it and the amusement it brings so stay dude, be my next plaything |
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tkb417 (m)
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dnt turn here to one of your unseriousness |
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