Dark Poems
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
The dark poems section is for evil, sinister, disturbing and morbid poems, including horror and Halloween themed poetry. Dark poetry about death, destruction and suffering is prevalent. Dark poems are popular, with their content capable of shocking, scaring and repulsing the reader. If you're prepared to have your mind disturbed, then take a journey with us, into the twisted world of DU dark poetry.
HadesRising
Poem Published
Today 5:11am
Today 5:11am
CARNIVOROUS
Bleed until there's nothing but dust
And decay and a memory
Like a half forgotten nightmare
Left to fade into obscurity
Holding onto you by the skin of my teeth
Marching to the beat of the anthem of defeat
Lost all pretense of self control
Dive a little deeper until I self implode
Cant get any sleep for the knives in my back
Constant vigilance keeps me ready for attack
Deliver me from deliverance
Salvation is wasted on one so carnivorous
Spit the bones
Onto the carcass
Waste not, want not
Split...
And decay and a memory
Like a half forgotten nightmare
Left to fade into obscurity
Holding onto you by the skin of my teeth
Marching to the beat of the anthem of defeat
Lost all pretense of self control
Dive a little deeper until I self implode
Cant get any sleep for the knives in my back
Constant vigilance keeps me ready for attack
Deliver me from deliverance
Salvation is wasted on one so carnivorous
Spit the bones
Onto the carcass
Waste not, want not
Split...
#dark
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smackdownraven
Poem Published
Today 4:38am
Today 4:38am
Hybrids
enters the sensations and I have to act
greedy essence sensing something that arouses
he is callous in his thoughts
they rub me roughly
the red lights in his eyes hypnotize
all to hang a witch
to that I say what witch where
my guardian cat society
ears back tell me somethin toward is around
infernal burning I will be dishonest
to cover a multitude of sins
what is done in the dark with never see light
our society has been around eons of time
the sacred magic which the earth was born from
cult religion isn't...
greedy essence sensing something that arouses
he is callous in his thoughts
they rub me roughly
the red lights in his eyes hypnotize
all to hang a witch
to that I say what witch where
my guardian cat society
ears back tell me somethin toward is around
infernal burning I will be dishonest
to cover a multitude of sins
what is done in the dark with never see light
our society has been around eons of time
the sacred magic which the earth was born from
cult religion isn't...
#angels
#witches
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HadesRising
Poem Published
Today 3:47am
Today 3:47am
REST IN PIECES
Bones in the earth and blood on my hands
Spirits around me at every turn
Sarcophagi await in the sands
Orchids arranged within to surely burn
The animalistic rituals
Held forever in canopic jars
Self-made god haunted and serial
Killing all endeavors in the dark
Cold to the touch
Embrace the dead
Bury the hatchet
In the head of words said
Chewing the corpse and left to my own
Devices, a history of bad luck
I hear white noise more than live tones
A fly in the spider's web of fuck
This shit it has left...
Spirits around me at every turn
Sarcophagi await in the sands
Orchids arranged within to surely burn
The animalistic rituals
Held forever in canopic jars
Self-made god haunted and serial
Killing all endeavors in the dark
Cold to the touch
Embrace the dead
Bury the hatchet
In the head of words said
Chewing the corpse and left to my own
Devices, a history of bad luck
I hear white noise more than live tones
A fly in the spider's web of fuck
This shit it has left...
#dark
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Nixprty
Poem Published
Today 1:48am
Today 1:48am
Parental Vampiric (Blue)
She scrubs furiously at my skin,
It’s bleeding and raw.
She scrubs harder.
It’s a hopeless endeavor,
I bleed from hollow veins.
A simmer among the flares,
I burn so red that I’m blue.
I want to sleep,
She screams into the hand I place over her mouth.
This wicked boy bleeds the ocean,
I wax and wane with the moon.
I burn so red I’m blue.
He digs his nails into my eyes,
He sinks his teeth into the meat of my arm.
I can taste...
It’s bleeding and raw.
She scrubs harder.
It’s a hopeless endeavor,
I bleed from hollow veins.
A simmer among the flares,
I burn so red that I’m blue.
I want to sleep,
She screams into the hand I place over her mouth.
This wicked boy bleeds the ocean,
I wax and wane with the moon.
I burn so red I’m blue.
He digs his nails into my eyes,
He sinks his teeth into the meat of my arm.
I can taste...
#dark
#emptiness
#parent #sadness
#parent #sadness
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:41pm
Yesterday 6:41pm
The Home of Nowhere
As I inhaled, her stars shifted and an ethos
once grasped so tightly crumbled into tiny
pieces of failure, on a whisper do your
dreams waft away as your soul lay dying
It’s on the wind, a bitter taste of acrid smoke
and the symphony created by the demons
wings, it becomes that lonely hum beneath
the streetlights, you are alone
If you see my face you are a sinner, your
salvation rests upon the the razor’s edge
of the executioner’s axe, but that fate is a
blessing, ‘‘tis worse to live as nothing
Look not for...
once grasped so tightly crumbled into tiny
pieces of failure, on a whisper do your
dreams waft away as your soul lay dying
It’s on the wind, a bitter taste of acrid smoke
and the symphony created by the demons
wings, it becomes that lonely hum beneath
the streetlights, you are alone
If you see my face you are a sinner, your
salvation rests upon the the razor’s edge
of the executioner’s axe, but that fate is a
blessing, ‘‘tis worse to live as nothing
Look not for...
#despair
#emptiness
#frustration
#grief
#regret
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Sadeast
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:45pm
Yesterday 4:45pm
Hunger
Take a knife,
make a hole,
let desire
take it's toll.
Pretty words
melt like snow
filling all
the space below.
Shove it down
her hungry throat.
For all I know
it's not your fault.
make a hole,
let desire
take it's toll.
Pretty words
melt like snow
filling all
the space below.
Shove it down
her hungry throat.
For all I know
it's not your fault.
#anger
#dark
#heartbroken #sadness
#heartbroken #sadness
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DevilsChild
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:14am
Yesterday 9:14am
Back on my Devil Shit
when I was young I was a hellion
looked down on by the world
I had no problem with anarchy
until I found love
and that was all that mattered
straight laced for her sake
holding her extra tight tonight
for tomorrow
I’m back on my devil shit
as I unbury my guns
all I can think of is peace
what the fuck is peace
for a person like me?
should of know they’d never let me be
see, I’m different
thought I could run away
but those demons keep lurking
at every corner
calling for the Devil
dressed...
looked down on by the world
I had no problem with anarchy
until I found love
and that was all that mattered
straight laced for her sake
holding her extra tight tonight
for tomorrow
I’m back on my devil shit
as I unbury my guns
all I can think of is peace
what the fuck is peace
for a person like me?
should of know they’d never let me be
see, I’m different
thought I could run away
but those demons keep lurking
at every corner
calling for the Devil
dressed...
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
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adagio
Poem Published
9th Sep 2024 8:49pm
9th Sep 2024 8:49pm
Mind's Derelict Fido
Blasphemous windchills of narcissistic ego
stealing bones of their mind's derelict Fido
chasing shadows of mannequins incognito
sodomizing the dark's yokes and embryos
with the twilight's stringing its dental floss
as the Cheshire smiles and gives it an aye
dark within the munchkin's tin
stealing bones of their mind's derelict Fido
chasing shadows of mannequins incognito
sodomizing the dark's yokes and embryos
with the twilight's stringing its dental floss
as the Cheshire smiles and gives it an aye
dark within the munchkin's tin
#dark
#emptiness
#greed #jealousy
#greed #jealousy
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Fromelalome
Rakhi roman
Rakhi roman
Poem Published
9th Sep 2024 1:34pm
9th Sep 2024 1:34pm
The midnight train.
October 26.
At the station
There was windfall and snow.
She looked at the window.
The midnight ☎
Rang at her residence.
The city was electrified
At the clearest of window seat
View.
Running hills meadow and valleys
Of coconut green trees and huge
Palm trees.
She her girlchild.
We're returning home.
After reuniting.
The woman eagerly
Waited for the
Reunion with
Her parents and
The child was in her arms.Her
Grandma and grandpa. ...
At the station
There was windfall and snow.
She looked at the window.
The midnight ☎
Rang at her residence.
The city was electrified
At the clearest of window seat
View.
Running hills meadow and valleys
Of coconut green trees and huge
Palm trees.
She her girlchild.
We're returning home.
After reuniting.
The woman eagerly
Waited for the
Reunion with
Her parents and
The child was in her arms.Her
Grandma and grandpa. ...
#beach
#clouds
#forest
#mountains
#nature
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CasketSharpe
Poem Published
9th Sep 2024 11:50am
9th Sep 2024 11:50am
Plaything of the Dark Heart
Her children and magic was the only life she had
What they did to her screaming babies drove the witch beyond mad,
“But her life instantly faded when her head separated from the neck
Not before speaking an ancient curse that society would forever regret,
“The souls of three combined into that of one
Bound slowly over time in a discarded doll tired of being used for fun,
“Becoming the plaything in the most beloved places in the world
An unfortunate joy that should not be found by any boy or girl
“If a child chooses and...
What they did to her screaming babies drove the witch beyond mad,
“But her life instantly faded when her head separated from the neck
Not before speaking an ancient curse that society would forever regret,
“The souls of three combined into that of one
Bound slowly over time in a discarded doll tired of being used for fun,
“Becoming the plaything in the most beloved places in the world
An unfortunate joy that should not be found by any boy or girl
“If a child chooses and...
#dark
#evil
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smackdownraven
Poem Published
9th Sep 2024 00:38am
9th Sep 2024 00:38am
flowering magic
my tears fall desperately inside
you won't see me weep
after all I am an oddity
you would stop and stare
and perhaps get some pleasure
my forlorn soul had to grow spikes
at a very young age
beauty is a free ticket to act any type of way
people will accept it
my lot is I'm normal looking
with a sunflower disposition
unless you push my buttons
then you will meet the dark that resides with me
my effort is great to keep people out of my dark stuff
it acts with it's own mind
because I am soft and never...
you won't see me weep
after all I am an oddity
you would stop and stare
and perhaps get some pleasure
my forlorn soul had to grow spikes
at a very young age
beauty is a free ticket to act any type of way
people will accept it
my lot is I'm normal looking
with a sunflower disposition
unless you push my buttons
then you will meet the dark that resides with me
my effort is great to keep people out of my dark stuff
it acts with it's own mind
because I am soft and never...
#flowers
#nature
#witches
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
9th Sep 2024 00:05am
9th Sep 2024 00:05am
The Knelling Shade
That old Janus face of hostility
is the flip side of stupidity too,
ever consummated by what they do
in their sabotage of civility
when all their eyes for eyes are long foregone.
The providential eye was first to go
and with it whatever heaven might know
to tell us of hell, either pro or con.
Thusly survivors are blind evermore
past the threshold abandonment of hope
where ye who enter with deficient scope
will never see the scoreboard for the score.
Forgive them, for they know not what they do
in their mad rush...
is the flip side of stupidity too,
ever consummated by what they do
in their sabotage of civility
when all their eyes for eyes are long foregone.
The providential eye was first to go
and with it whatever heaven might know
to tell us of hell, either pro or con.
Thusly survivors are blind evermore
past the threshold abandonment of hope
where ye who enter with deficient scope
will never see the scoreboard for the score.
Forgive them, for they know not what they do
in their mad rush...
#evolution
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