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.
The Parting Gift
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#death
#MentalHealth
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Ruined Icon
A manifestation
the world became flesh
I was created to suffer
touched and left for dead
flames scorch my bleeding soul
earth burns a malignant glow
the world became flesh
I was created to suffer
touched and left for dead
flames scorch my bleeding soul
earth burns a malignant glow
#dark
#dreams
#fire
#fate
#fiction
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Subsequent to the Beloved Masochism
Subsequent to the beloved masochism
I was already bloodied by the self abusing
anti affirmations.
Beaten with a baseball bat of bad dreams
with a jar of broken glass as a chaser
each shard a cigarette burn scar or a
mother screaming shit I hate you
Just a runaway freight train
running away from blood stains and pain
open wounds everywhere but I only
sew my mouth shut. Coward fuck
PTSD and Hep C
along with all the other shit injected in me
all the needle did was replay a diseased
life back in slow...
I was already bloodied by the self abusing
anti affirmations.
Beaten with a baseball bat of bad dreams
with a jar of broken glass as a chaser
each shard a cigarette burn scar or a
mother screaming shit I hate you
Just a runaway freight train
running away from blood stains and pain
open wounds everywhere but I only
sew my mouth shut. Coward fuck
PTSD and Hep C
along with all the other shit injected in me
all the needle did was replay a diseased
life back in slow...
#dark
#abuse
#drugs
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Texaco
I had a dream the other night
in high dynamic range,
with credit fonts in neon light
and skies most passing strange.
On cars the credits wrote themselves
but only on the doors,
like invisibility elves
composing Celtic scores!
But though the hues were rich and deep
I heard no music there
where trash was stacked up in a heap
and filth hung in the air.
Twere no Eire of old, ya see,
but the U. S. Of A.
Where beauty least of all was free
In a new Chevrolet.
in high dynamic range,
with credit fonts in neon light
and skies most passing strange.
On cars the credits wrote themselves
but only on the doors,
like invisibility elves
composing Celtic scores!
But though the hues were rich and deep
I heard no music there
where trash was stacked up in a heap
and filth hung in the air.
Twere no Eire of old, ya see,
but the U. S. Of A.
Where beauty least of all was free
In a new Chevrolet.
#frustration
#disappointment
#bittersweet
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Crimes
Even Love is not fee.
And Interest on your own safeguard.
And Interest on your own safeguard.
#greed
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Rethreads
..in winter's pall cold sleeves of winter
from the ashes of September
as the pale wind blows
naked and in need of rethreads
silent snow of malignant cold
over the hoarfrost naked and exposed
waiting for the dust to settle
from rethreads on the hearse
bursting forth from the sleeves of a sinner
from the ashes of September
as the pale wind blows
naked and in need of rethreads
silent snow of malignant cold
over the hoarfrost naked and exposed
waiting for the dust to settle
from rethreads on the hearse
bursting forth from the sleeves of a sinner
#dark
#death
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Dangling images like a web of lies
I sat back and watched the lies scattered cross the
room like a spider web.
Spreading like a fire,
But dangling imaginary visions in front of me like
a spider....
Suddenly my head is spinning.
Heart, body, mind and soul at war.
But, what am I fighting for?
Some how I feel clueless,
But It's familiar because I've been through this
over and over again.
I may not know what love is,
But I know it isn't suppose to break me.
room like a spider web.
Spreading like a fire,
But dangling imaginary visions in front of me like
a spider....
Suddenly my head is spinning.
Heart, body, mind and soul at war.
But, what am I fighting for?
Some how I feel clueless,
But It's familiar because I've been through this
over and over again.
I may not know what love is,
But I know it isn't suppose to break me.
#anger
#depression
#frustration #hurt
#frustration #hurt
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All The Things I Am Not
#depression
#MentalHealth
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Liars
as I address the infliction, it is with much regret I say this
my heart is very passionate
that is counted against me
I am held by unwritten rules
which like the Mad Hatter or our government change constantly
I need a clear voice to adhere to
clear and concise
not mutated garble
it is insidious the way some of you operate
with no decorum or reason
utter dominance is more your style
there is no worthy opponent I can see
that being said Karma will rectify for things unseen
I came to this realm with previous...
my heart is very passionate
that is counted against me
I am held by unwritten rules
which like the Mad Hatter or our government change constantly
I need a clear voice to adhere to
clear and concise
not mutated garble
it is insidious the way some of you operate
with no decorum or reason
utter dominance is more your style
there is no worthy opponent I can see
that being said Karma will rectify for things unseen
I came to this realm with previous...
#dark
#angels
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Crimes
Waffles boss commissioner boss don
Place KODERMA JHARKHAND.
Place KODERMA JHARKHAND.
#greed
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manipulation trap
I evict the negative energies
get the fuck back
I'm not your tool or toy
focusing my mind I turn inward
viewing with eyes unseen
I feel your desire
with an inflection and mind control
I can see a well laid trap
trip the wire...never
I will evade your detection
and your laser
watch as the grenade goes off in your brain
mind control and pressure tactics
torture and other crimes against my person
aggressive and passive aggression
tit for tat more games of manipulation
I'm changing the station ...
get the fuck back
I'm not your tool or toy
focusing my mind I turn inward
viewing with eyes unseen
I feel your desire
with an inflection and mind control
I can see a well laid trap
trip the wire...never
I will evade your detection
and your laser
watch as the grenade goes off in your brain
mind control and pressure tactics
torture and other crimes against my person
aggressive and passive aggression
tit for tat more games of manipulation
I'm changing the station ...
#dark
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The little girl within me...
Sometimes I feel like I am just a lost little girl
in a fucked up world.
My mind is so cluddered,
you'd think I'm a hoarder.
I'm an over thinker,
I guess you would blame it on
posttraumatic stress disorder.
Under the assumption that
she just wanted attention,
you decided to ignore her.
You failed to realize that somebody,
somewhere would fucking adore her!
in a fucked up world.
My mind is so cluddered,
you'd think I'm a hoarder.
I'm an over thinker,
I guess you would blame it on
posttraumatic stress disorder.
Under the assumption that
she just wanted attention,
you decided to ignore her.
You failed to realize that somebody,
somewhere would fucking adore her!
#hope
#frustration
#hurt
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