Dark Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 2:30pm
2nd Feb 2025 2:30pm
Leaving Only
From the lips of haunted rose echoing raptures
and memories kissing the thorn's decadency
death's salvation inquest cutting through flesh
and eating the soul in twilight's debauchery
castrating the imps of the rising sun
burying the testicles in a Mason jar
leaving only the umbilical
and lobotomy
and memories kissing the thorn's decadency
death's salvation inquest cutting through flesh
and eating the soul in twilight's debauchery
castrating the imps of the rising sun
burying the testicles in a Mason jar
leaving only the umbilical
and lobotomy
#dark
#erotic
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 12:08pm
2nd Feb 2025 12:08pm
Before it's too late
#abuse
#betrayal
#DomesticViolence
#lies
#relationships
41 reads
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 6:37am
2nd Feb 2025 6:37am
Blossoming Sin Putrescent
Ravaging the soul
Temptation ascended
Between the pestle and bowl
Heaven now rended
The skeletons now dance
A chalice now sanguine
Devil eyes in a trance
Sacred shapes withered thin
Radiance of infernal shine
Sevenfold immolation rite
Usurped and inverse divine
Brilliance of perdition in the night
Temptation ascended
Between the pestle and bowl
Heaven now rended
The skeletons now dance
A chalice now sanguine
Devil eyes in a trance
Sacred shapes withered thin
Radiance of infernal shine
Sevenfold immolation rite
Usurped and inverse divine
Brilliance of perdition in the night
#curse
#dark
#evil
#night
#religion
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 3:24am
2nd Feb 2025 3:24am
M.I.A.
Ill take my chances with the serial killers.
Deep in the woods.
It's traditional.
Hot and sweaty on the floor,
Next to the cabin fire.
No one around to care.
Alone with someone;
Still don't know his name.
Didn't ask. I like a surprise.
He chains me up just right.
I may or may not fight.
It's the thrill of my last night,
Who needs dates?
I'm super siked!
I love candles and moonlight.
I hope the hikers don't look inside.
I'm trying not to make too much noise.
Just trying to hide.
The...
Deep in the woods.
It's traditional.
Hot and sweaty on the floor,
Next to the cabin fire.
No one around to care.
Alone with someone;
Still don't know his name.
Didn't ask. I like a surprise.
He chains me up just right.
I may or may not fight.
It's the thrill of my last night,
Who needs dates?
I'm super siked!
I love candles and moonlight.
I hope the hikers don't look inside.
I'm trying not to make too much noise.
Just trying to hide.
The...
#ThrillSeeking
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adagio
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 6:16pm
1st Feb 2025 6:16pm
Massaging
Erotic séance going solo
from the mime of my mind
not just dream but semen
haunting my testicles
do not disturb...massaging
from the mime of my mind
not just dream but semen
haunting my testicles
do not disturb...massaging
#erotic
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 6:04pm
1st Feb 2025 6:04pm
A Faithless Eucharist
The only thing that gave me life
was art and literature,
though once I confused religion with such,
and so reclining with the damned,
I felt that I could follow Him.
But really it’s as empty as a faithless Eucharist,
and how I used art was only to form
a self that could like dough and flowers rise.
If not the Watchmaker at least
to some sense that you’re whole.
I think I’ll still be cynical and wretched at 50.
I’ve never cared for people, life,
except when evolution twists
genetic imperative’s knife.
was art and literature,
though once I confused religion with such,
and so reclining with the damned,
I felt that I could follow Him.
But really it’s as empty as a faithless Eucharist,
and how I used art was only to form
a self that could like dough and flowers rise.
If not the Watchmaker at least
to some sense that you’re whole.
I think I’ll still be cynical and wretched at 50.
I’ve never cared for people, life,
except when evolution twists
genetic imperative’s knife.
#apathy
#art
#atheism #spiritual
#atheism #spiritual
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adagio
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 5:28pm
1st Feb 2025 5:28pm
Hungerin' for Blod
Haunted strings of twisted dreams
testifying with ensemble twisted heart
in a dialogue of the twisted dead
But one not be a chamber to be haunted
in a house of corridors and echoes
of twisted fowls "hungerin' for blod"
Striking the chord of insanity hanging
in naked effigy's chamber of mirrors
testifying with ensemble twisted heart
in a dialogue of the twisted dead
But one not be a chamber to be haunted
in a house of corridors and echoes
of twisted fowls "hungerin' for blod"
Striking the chord of insanity hanging
in naked effigy's chamber of mirrors
#dark
#gothic
#horror
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 4:28pm
1st Feb 2025 4:28pm
quill
dip the quill and make it bleed
darkness speaks and I must heed
little infection and gossip spread
torrid thought, the toxin leaks
festering wound for all to see
I am not immune
to being hurt my sutures real
a needy wench I may appear
seeking redemtion, within my song
the dark rises and I am awash with anger
it hurts to feel so powerfully
taken under by ennuendos and treachery
an abundance of judgement sounds
critisized and put down
my genuine feelings implore
explore yourself and do no harm ...
darkness speaks and I must heed
little infection and gossip spread
torrid thought, the toxin leaks
festering wound for all to see
I am not immune
to being hurt my sutures real
a needy wench I may appear
seeking redemtion, within my song
the dark rises and I am awash with anger
it hurts to feel so powerfully
taken under by ennuendos and treachery
an abundance of judgement sounds
critisized and put down
my genuine feelings implore
explore yourself and do no harm ...
#dark
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6 Comments
bignp
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 1:51pm
1st Feb 2025 1:51pm
experiment 612
Every… nothing…
see… nothing… feel, nothing.
Think na… why? What?
I feel… I need to feel…
I, try, why can’t I see?
I, try, why cant I smell?
I try, why… what is that distant feeling?
Closer, bring it closer.
My eyes feel open. But are they?
I taste something… metal?
The pounding draws closer… or not?
where… who am I?
The pounding gets stronger,
it can’t get closer… why?
Inside, inside the cold.
Dull and blurry, I fee… no see.
Bright, so bright. ...
see… nothing… feel, nothing.
Think na… why? What?
I feel… I need to feel…
I, try, why can’t I see?
I, try, why cant I smell?
I try, why… what is that distant feeling?
Closer, bring it closer.
My eyes feel open. But are they?
I taste something… metal?
The pounding draws closer… or not?
where… who am I?
The pounding gets stronger,
it can’t get closer… why?
Inside, inside the cold.
Dull and blurry, I fee… no see.
Bright, so bright. ...
#confusion
#dark
#nightmares #scifi
#nightmares #scifi
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4 Comments
PunkPoe
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 10:45am
1st Feb 2025 10:45am
Grant a Wish
"Grant a Wish"
This life plowed me like a mack truck
But frankly my dear I don't give a fukk
I'm no survivor I'm a goddamn warrior
To brutality & misery I'm no foreigner
Bring it on BIG brother of despair
I can take what you give in pairs
I have no fear of fire & brimstone
Look inside a soul brightly shone
You think you can plague me like Job?
Your sorry ass will swing by the rope
Think my knees have fell down to pray?
Mark it on your calendar that'll be the day
Confession...
This life plowed me like a mack truck
But frankly my dear I don't give a fukk
I'm no survivor I'm a goddamn warrior
To brutality & misery I'm no foreigner
Bring it on BIG brother of despair
I can take what you give in pairs
I have no fear of fire & brimstone
Look inside a soul brightly shone
You think you can plague me like Job?
Your sorry ass will swing by the rope
Think my knees have fell down to pray?
Mark it on your calendar that'll be the day
Confession...
#dark
#death
#despair
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PunkPoe
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 10:31am
1st Feb 2025 10:31am
The Joker's Rulebook
"Joker's Rulebook"
I'm the Joker who laughs hysterically
Footsteps of a murderer incessantly
I make you all the jokes of the day
Yes that's right fall down as my prey
My voice echoes your ears until deft
A slicing tongue leaves your mind cleft
Glistening bullets charge from my gun
My wikked ways are webs I have spun
Roars into a hypnotic trance of silence
I have a dream,it's filled with violence
No living soul safe from deadly wrath
No stones unturned it's simple math
Make up on my face...
I'm the Joker who laughs hysterically
Footsteps of a murderer incessantly
I make you all the jokes of the day
Yes that's right fall down as my prey
My voice echoes your ears until deft
A slicing tongue leaves your mind cleft
Glistening bullets charge from my gun
My wikked ways are webs I have spun
Roars into a hypnotic trance of silence
I have a dream,it's filled with violence
No living soul safe from deadly wrath
No stones unturned it's simple math
Make up on my face...
#dark
#evil
#funny #horror
#funny #horror
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 3:04am
1st Feb 2025 3:04am
It Whispers
You want the truth? Ha. Let me carve it in,
Like a twisted fucking blade through your skin.
You hide from the dark, but I am the night,
The devil’s got a grin, and it’s razor-tight.
You think you’re clean, you think you’re pure?
Lies, every fucking breath, you’re a walking blur.
Fools in the light, pretending you shine,
But you’re as dead as a god with a broken spine.
I’ll tear through the surface, expose the rot,
You don’t even know what you've already forgot.
Your prayers are nothing, your halos are fake,
A smothered scream...
Like a twisted fucking blade through your skin.
You hide from the dark, but I am the night,
The devil’s got a grin, and it’s razor-tight.
You think you’re clean, you think you’re pure?
Lies, every fucking breath, you’re a walking blur.
Fools in the light, pretending you shine,
But you’re as dead as a god with a broken spine.
I’ll tear through the surface, expose the rot,
You don’t even know what you've already forgot.
Your prayers are nothing, your halos are fake,
A smothered scream...
#dark
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