Juanita Carter


Kill - Poem by Juanita Carter

Word that roam

tearing the soul

piercing the lung

souring the heart

blinding the eyes

cursing the mind

shaving me raw


word that destroy

with a fierce belt

a deadly stare

with a bloody dream

holding me firm


Murder is its sweet romance

ready to take my dear dying loans


word that fills the screaming sea

with eyes of blackness

like a stair case

that will never end.


Kill that's my name.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem tells a story about the word kill and how it affect us in so many ways.

Comments about Kill by Juanita Carter

  • Titi Dale (2/18/2013 11:00:00 PM)


    Death affects any1 and every1 greatly following its occurrence... This describes the menace perfectly! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 14, 2013


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