Dark Poems by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
Poems written by Top Critiquers
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 10:47am
15th Apr 2024 10:47am
A fork, a knife and a spoon
My wife only wants me to spoon her when she's hammered
Any other time, she don't want me near
That's ok
I actually despise her and spooning
One night she came home incredibly drunk
She was all over the place
Stumbling, making no sense
Fell backwards into my cabinet
Breaking some heirloom figurines I had from my family
No apology, nothing
My blood was beginning to boil
I yelled at her, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!"
I was tired, so I went to bed
Few moments later she came into bed
She was frisky and...
Any other time, she don't want me near
That's ok
I actually despise her and spooning
One night she came home incredibly drunk
She was all over the place
Stumbling, making no sense
Fell backwards into my cabinet
Breaking some heirloom figurines I had from my family
No apology, nothing
My blood was beginning to boil
I yelled at her, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!"
I was tired, so I went to bed
Few moments later she came into bed
She was frisky and...
#wife
#murder
#food
#ShortStory
#horror
51 reads
14 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 1:07am
15th Apr 2024 1:07am
Lives of Poets
What makes me wonder
Is not why writers and poets
So young and old
Succumb to emptiness.
It is the lives they had lived
Under the bright sky.
Things they must have seen
To mold those words of bitterness.
From Homer’s Olympus heights
To Byron’s mountain of light.
From the banks of a gushing Nile
to the flows of the Mississippi might.
Mountains, rivers, hills, and streams
Have molded words and wondrous dreams.
Dripping blood mixed with ink
Together they form a hidden...
Is not why writers and poets
So young and old
Succumb to emptiness.
It is the lives they had lived
Under the bright sky.
Things they must have seen
To mold those words of bitterness.
From Homer’s Olympus heights
To Byron’s mountain of light.
From the banks of a gushing Nile
to the flows of the Mississippi might.
Mountains, rivers, hills, and streams
Have molded words and wondrous dreams.
Dripping blood mixed with ink
Together they form a hidden...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
82 reads
12 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 9:35pm
5th Jan 2021 9:35pm
10 COMMANDMENTS FOR B&D PARTICIPANTS
I had heard of the
10 Commandments
given by Moses,
But never the
10 Commandments
for B&D practitioners,
which was on a card
given to me by a lady dressed
in black with heavy makeup
I met while browsing in
the B&D section in a bookstore.
The list started with the
advice that abuse, harm,
or physical injury must never
be the objective or tolerated.
The message was addressed
to a Dom or potential Dom.
THE LIST:
1. Thou shall not cause actual injury
2. Thou shall pre-agree to the limits ...
10 Commandments
given by Moses,
But never the
10 Commandments
for B&D practitioners,
which was on a card
given to me by a lady dressed
in black with heavy makeup
I met while browsing in
the B&D section in a bookstore.
The list started with the
advice that abuse, harm,
or physical injury must never
be the objective or tolerated.
The message was addressed
to a Dom or potential Dom.
THE LIST:
1. Thou shall not cause actual injury
2. Thou shall pre-agree to the limits ...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#passion
432 reads
9 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 10:13pm
7th Mar 2024 10:13pm
The Abandoned House
Every forest harbors secrets.
The bark and branches are the keepers.
The abandoned house towered,
in a paralysis of time.
The only thing alive
was the strangling of the vines.
It stood in dilapidation
with a menacing expression.
Inside the air thick with voiceless confessions.
Heard somewhere in my shaking soul.
Hollow window eyes
possess the shatters of time.
Who were the inhabitants?
And are they alive?
It's time to go inside.
The bark and branches are the keepers.
The abandoned house towered,
in a paralysis of time.
The only thing alive
was the strangling of the vines.
It stood in dilapidation
with a menacing expression.
Inside the air thick with voiceless confessions.
Heard somewhere in my shaking soul.
Hollow window eyes
possess the shatters of time.
Who were the inhabitants?
And are they alive?
It's time to go inside.
#ghosts
110 reads
20 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
27th Mar 2024 7:33pm
27th Mar 2024 7:33pm
Perverts, Politicians and Pyromaniacs
Psychopaths and perverts
Linger in the shadows
Of the night stopping only
Long enough to up the ante
In the war against malcontents
And fading politicians who are
Serving up deep-fried linoleum
To the public
When they're not selling
Propane to the pyros
Spurred on by
The cosmic karma backlash
Where the weak are
being spoonfed their
Daily dose of scorn
Somewhere, in the shadows
The perverts easily commiserate
Beating on their pale chests
Shouting "The beasts,
They will not die."
...
Linger in the shadows
Of the night stopping only
Long enough to up the ante
In the war against malcontents
And fading politicians who are
Serving up deep-fried linoleum
To the public
When they're not selling
Propane to the pyros
Spurred on by
The cosmic karma backlash
Where the weak are
being spoonfed their
Daily dose of scorn
Somewhere, in the shadows
The perverts easily commiserate
Beating on their pale chests
Shouting "The beasts,
They will not die."
...
#narrative
#shame
#misunderstood
111 reads
13 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 8:58pm
16th Apr 2024 8:58pm
Brothers In Bond
entertaining the powers that be
they come to me to see what I'm made of
groaning from growing pains in the immortal sense
they won't pass me if I'm not up to snuff
exposing me to all kinds of trials
my witchiness must be sharp
a warrioress of the way
mock wars to ready one for the eventual
the man Himself says it's coming
preparing me he says it must be instinct like drawing a breath
no questions in the moment, respond
a weapon sure and deadly his people ready
we will take our opponent down
He has not revealed...
they come to me to see what I'm made of
groaning from growing pains in the immortal sense
they won't pass me if I'm not up to snuff
exposing me to all kinds of trials
my witchiness must be sharp
a warrioress of the way
mock wars to ready one for the eventual
the man Himself says it's coming
preparing me he says it must be instinct like drawing a breath
no questions in the moment, respond
a weapon sure and deadly his people ready
we will take our opponent down
He has not revealed...
#brother
#family
38 reads
4 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 3:48pm
23rd Mar 2024 3:48pm
His Prisoner
#abuse
#despair
#suffering
#DomesticViolence
#fear
143 reads
8 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 3:00pm
14th Apr 2024 3:00pm
The Crawl
it is eerie in here
creepy and alone
i'm cold as bone
dark surrounds
me swallows me
whole, eats me
from the inside
i'm on all fours
on your floor it's
too broke to fix
you're no longer
around left me to
bleed left me to
die at your feet
you watched me
fading and falling
crumble and crawl
into a deep dark hole
creepy and alone
i'm cold as bone
dark surrounds
me swallows me
whole, eats me
from the inside
i'm on all fours
on your floor it's
too broke to fix
you're no longer
around left me to
bleed left me to
die at your feet
you watched me
fading and falling
crumble and crawl
into a deep dark hole
#dark
#abuse
96 reads
12 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
19th Mar 2024 6:03pm
19th Mar 2024 6:03pm
Brooding
First day of Spring
Cold
Windy
I’m brooding
Not because I love heat
It’s not that
It’s something else
I could tell you my feelings
Won’t burden you
Darkness consumes me
I welcome the brutal truth
Because truth is rare
I walk lonely, dog by my side
Time is an invoice
You pay or else face the consequences
Cold
Windy
I’m brooding
Not because I love heat
It’s not that
It’s something else
I could tell you my feelings
Won’t burden you
Darkness consumes me
I welcome the brutal truth
Because truth is rare
I walk lonely, dog by my side
Time is an invoice
You pay or else face the consequences
#dark
#confessional
#TruthOfLife #philosophical
#TruthOfLife #philosophical
134 reads
43 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
6th Feb 2024 4:40pm
6th Feb 2024 4:40pm
cooling embers
souls bared into unrelenting night
blue tides sweeping
unapologetic
across surface of unmarred white
on & on went the bleeding
unabated...unnoticed...unseen
into the keeping of sacred spiral
a purging
chrysalis emerging
untouched
and the world brightened
and grew
sparks shimmering
teasing newborn eyes
testing wings never before tried
and they flew
one among many
glimmers in the dark
brilliant in beauty & in light
but one by one the embers dimmed
as warmth failed... ...
blue tides sweeping
unapologetic
across surface of unmarred white
on & on went the bleeding
unabated...unnoticed...unseen
into the keeping of sacred spiral
a purging
chrysalis emerging
untouched
and the world brightened
and grew
sparks shimmering
teasing newborn eyes
testing wings never before tried
and they flew
one among many
glimmers in the dark
brilliant in beauty & in light
but one by one the embers dimmed
as warmth failed... ...
#depression
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
143 reads
4 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
30th Jan 2024 5:07am
30th Jan 2024 5:07am
used
passed from one
to another,
a gift
of torment,
she hid away
her emotions,
drugging
her memories
so she can survive,
returning
to the scene
of the crime,
she is bled
as society
passes judgement
on her,
degrading her,
she loses her will
to keep fighting,
her desire to survive.
to another,
a gift
of torment,
she hid away
her emotions,
drugging
her memories
so she can survive,
returning
to the scene
of the crime,
she is bled
as society
passes judgement
on her,
degrading her,
she loses her will
to keep fighting,
her desire to survive.
#secrets
#abuse
#ignorance
#suffering
#fear
208 reads
9 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
6th Apr 2024 5:39am
6th Apr 2024 5:39am
Untitled#10
Virtual future visions, dreamt of in a past,
Synchronized dreaming, often enough I can see others thoughts and speak
Often nough dreams are visions that are come to pass,
Leaving me in awe, always in awe,
And like a vine, the system spreads,
Swallowing whole its architects and one out of every four,
Rising up,
The wild City Vines of their system,
¼ the trees, waters and life, the hunters are out searching…
Waters risen in massive tides, coming from the west over Arizona mountains,
volcanic eruptions seen from every mountain range, flowing hot...
Synchronized dreaming, often enough I can see others thoughts and speak
Often nough dreams are visions that are come to pass,
Leaving me in awe, always in awe,
And like a vine, the system spreads,
Swallowing whole its architects and one out of every four,
Rising up,
The wild City Vines of their system,
¼ the trees, waters and life, the hunters are out searching…
Waters risen in massive tides, coming from the west over Arizona mountains,
volcanic eruptions seen from every mountain range, flowing hot...
#gothic
87 reads
4 Comments
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