A true story about the De Feo murders at 112 Ocean Avenue in America, when the eldest son in a family, Butch (presumed to have a mental condition) shoots all the members of his family in a late night killing spree. He started with his parents, then his two sisters, finally his two brothers. He was later found to have no mental condition whatsoever and was just a cold-blooded murderer.
The sound of his father’s shouting,
...
It was just a pebble that caused me to trip,
And then I was falling, falling from the ship.
Next came the ocean, murky and blue,
The waves rode over me- there was nothing I could do.
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Murders (Based On A True Story)
A true story about the De Feo murders at 112 Ocean Avenue in America, when the eldest son in a family, Butch (presumed to have a mental condition) shoots all the members of his family in a late night killing spree. He started with his parents, then his two sisters, finally his two brothers. He was later found to have no mental condition whatsoever and was just a cold-blooded murderer.
The sound of his father’s shouting,
Still echoed through his mind.
But after just a few quick shots,
He’d leave all that behind.
He took out a gun from under,
His messy, dusty bed.
He loaded in the ammo,
The bullets made of lead.
One shot, two shots,
Then they’d be dead for sure.
The silent ‘sleeping’ bodies,
Their blood making pools on the floor.
Next door he shot his brothers,
Their names were John and Mark.
Only a few hours before,
They’d been playing in the park.
All the time Butch smiled,
A menacing, evil smirk.
He enjoyed killing his family,
And grinned at his handiwork.
Four down, not finished yet,
He’d gotten on a roll.
Next he went to his sisters,
Each like a porcelain doll.
Allison woke to find a gun
Pressed against her side.
She looked around her bedroom
There was nowhere she could hide.
Her face glowed white in the light of the moon
As she watched her brother approach.
His rifle was mounted on his shoulder
And he shot without reproach.
nice poems. you are great in showing feels.that shows a good improvement. i invite you to read my poems at my poets page. that is a friendly invitation
Kiera Coffey! Drowning is an amazing piece of poetry for an 11 year old to produce - you have a beautiful flow and voice. Very, very impressed Miss Coffey, keep up the good work!
fun nice cool not sportive