Dark Poetry By Brianna Malotke The crispness of the airSeeped through the cracksEvery now and then a smallBreeze would stir herAnd awaken her.Darkness enveloped herThe silence no longerScreaming, but welcoming. Days and days had passedSince she had arrived hereAnd been enclosed in these Four walls. The smell of dirt and Fresh cut grassMixed with dyingContinue reading “Final Resting”
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Nightmare
Poetry By Melekwe Anthony Black, the shadow that sings. Dizzy and dreamy, I wake up six minutes past midnight to a crackling at my window. Shapeless figures hovering in the moonlight, Humming ‘Birds of Winter Crawl’. I pull the blanket to my freezing abouts. This is not a dream. I know that song. My deadContinue reading “Nightmare”
Not All Poems Rhyme
By Lynne M. Chin PROLOGUE House of painThere was no one to helpThere was no one who would believe itThe previous night’s beating was the last oneThe latest threat was the final oneThe only way to break the cycle THE LAST DAY Phone call from the chief of police Can you get over to theContinue reading “Not All Poems Rhyme”
Grasp The Madness
By Devin Farmer A correctional officer’s duty is misconstrued and scorned by those shrouded in ignorance, Continuous torment, mentally and physically, swirled vigorously with a battle of intellect. The madness hidden within, patiently waiting, watching, striking at first insecurity unveiled. Remain vigilant and unpredictable, express empathy not sympathy, portray insensitivity, Obtaining and maintaining these attributesContinue reading “Grasp The Madness”
Attention Writer’s and Poets
The Yard: Crime Blog is a website seeking submissions of fiction, non-fiction, true crime, and poetry in the Crime Genre. It’s not just the same ol thing. Give it a shot. You’re bio, blogs and any websites or books you, have will be posted with your writing to promote you.
Beating Her
I was working at my desk in the morning.When I heard some banging and pounding,from below me. The neighbors were fighting again.But, this was different.This was screaming. It was the sound of punching through flesh.The sound of slapping skinThat sound of hands raised in defense,while a fist plows through to break a nose. Pounding, pounding,Continue reading “Beating Her”