Dark Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
adagio
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 11:18pm
25th Nov 2023 11:18pm
Winds of Rendezvous
Hearing the winds of rendezvous
chilling the blanket of snow
colder than the heart of my soul
beneath the heels of this earth
a mound of dirt turned to salt
clinging to stone shrouding bones
hearing the winds of rendezvous
chilling the blanket of snow
colder than the heart of my soul
beneath the heels of this earth
a mound of dirt turned to salt
clinging to stone shrouding bones
hearing the winds of rendezvous
#dark
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 10:43pm
25th Nov 2023 10:43pm
Your Stench Is Reeking Abyzou (Part I of 30)
You have been forewarned my wild child
Now you are in my realm no Golden Sun shall shine
I will give as you wish
As my hounds of Hades shall shred the beast and the bitch
You may have your make believe throne
For any mortal who sits beside you, curses his own birthright, never to see daylight, and will never atone
You are my pet in the obscurity of darkness
This is a nightmare upon your skin felt
My deep lashes felt, acid stinging welts
...
Now you are in my realm no Golden Sun shall shine
I will give as you wish
As my hounds of Hades shall shred the beast and the bitch
You may have your make believe throne
For any mortal who sits beside you, curses his own birthright, never to see daylight, and will never atone
You are my pet in the obscurity of darkness
This is a nightmare upon your skin felt
My deep lashes felt, acid stinging welts
...
#dark
#moon
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ddit
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 00:51am
25th Nov 2023 00:51am
flower head
A flowers petals bloom out too fast to enjoy
they open to show their sticky red nectar
leaking and bubbling, overflowing
it seeps through the cracks between the petals
staining the curly fuzz on its edges
climbing up those bronze coil wires
eating through them
and they sink
because the weight of blood is too much
they open to show their sticky red nectar
leaking and bubbling, overflowing
it seeps through the cracks between the petals
staining the curly fuzz on its edges
climbing up those bronze coil wires
eating through them
and they sink
because the weight of blood is too much
#death
#flowers
#hurt
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Timagination
Poem Published
24th Nov 2023 11:14pm
24th Nov 2023 11:14pm
Byberry.
Byberry.
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It's good that inanimate objects
and tall, arid walls have
no feelings or memories.
(Or do they?)
The hall's slight odors
the whistle of cold winds,
are the only ghosts that pass through
this God-forsaken place now;
all barren, bedeviled, and hellish.
The squeak of decrepit and peeling doors,
the only song.
Someday, though, that will die too
like they did.
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It's good that inanimate objects
and tall, arid walls have
no feelings or memories.
(Or do they?)
The hall's slight odors
the whistle of cold winds,
are the only ghosts that pass through
this God-forsaken place now;
all barren, bedeviled, and hellish.
The squeak of decrepit and peeling doors,
the only song.
Someday, though, that will die too
like they did.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
#evil
#horror
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adagio
Poem Published
24th Nov 2023 3:44pm
24th Nov 2023 3:44pm
The Breathing Idling
Whispering sweet Husqvarna
listening to the breathing idling
from the chain's lullabies
clinging to me my pathologist
with the whiskers of twilight
trimming the filet
dripping the marrow
before dragging the axle rod
whispering sweet Husqvarna
listening to the breathing idling
from the chain's lullabies
clinging to me my pathologist
with the whiskers of twilight
trimming the filet
dripping the marrow
before dragging the axle rod
whispering sweet Husqvarna
#dark
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 11:45pm
23rd Nov 2023 11:45pm
They call it grooming
#childhood
#abuse
#manipulation
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ddit
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 10:42pm
23rd Nov 2023 10:42pm
now everyone can see me die
I am a photographer
what if
I shot myself
and hung myself
and asked a friend to take a picture?
what if
I shot myself
and hung myself
and asked a friend to take a picture?
#suicide
#fiction
#bittersweet
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ddit
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 6:02am
23rd Nov 2023 6:02am
The Caught Killer
And on the screen flashed a picture of a woman, whose face was all puffed up grotesquely. Blood dripped from the open roof of her mouth. Dismembered like a doll, by a ravenous child. But the killer, caught, looked different. He had blond hair, and a bloodied patch curling all around his neck, as if he’d just had a tattoo. His eyes were sunken deep into their sockets, and they reflected on the camera. Something about him, his appearance, his presence was off. I felt it. I could see through him, into the aligned reflection of my face. That man looked like he wanted to kill someone.
#MentalHealth
#confusion
#fear
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smackdownraven
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 4:43am
23rd Nov 2023 4:43am
Beheld
Aware in the moment
witnessing
awoken for my Father's pleasure
I start
{a vampire's realization}
surely you jest he never left you,
little woman of the horde
Manifesting through groggy visions
refusing to listen
is chastized
Gifted in the way seeks
one on one attention
of her maker
Who dons the dark
and raises the dawn
She recalls those of the way
her breatheren
but she is fascinated by the day
Greetings oh foolish girl
Daddy didn't promise you could...
witnessing
awoken for my Father's pleasure
I start
{a vampire's realization}
surely you jest he never left you,
little woman of the horde
Manifesting through groggy visions
refusing to listen
is chastized
Gifted in the way seeks
one on one attention
of her maker
Who dons the dark
and raises the dawn
She recalls those of the way
her breatheren
but she is fascinated by the day
Greetings oh foolish girl
Daddy didn't promise you could...
#dark
#spiritual
#vampires
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2023 9:37pm
22nd Nov 2023 9:37pm
My love, the night.
My mood rises
as the sun sets.
When the night falls
a man forgets
the day lit scars upon his skin
as moonlight washes over them.
The darkness stokes a fire to burn
that melts away the lessons learned
from never ending pain and fear.
Sweet shadows take them far from here.
In colder air my blood does warm.
As moonbeams gently calm the storm
of swirling thoughts tormenting me.
The darkness whispers “let it be.”
A tide rises
as the sun sets.
Some things inside
hard to forget.
Those...
as the sun sets.
When the night falls
a man forgets
the day lit scars upon his skin
as moonlight washes over them.
The darkness stokes a fire to burn
that melts away the lessons learned
from never ending pain and fear.
Sweet shadows take them far from here.
In colder air my blood does warm.
As moonbeams gently calm the storm
of swirling thoughts tormenting me.
The darkness whispers “let it be.”
A tide rises
as the sun sets.
Some things inside
hard to forget.
Those...
#anxiety
#dark
#peace
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BrokenBeats
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2023 1:48pm
22nd Nov 2023 1:48pm
Barbwire Braille
Scraps of phrases
razor laced endearments
and sordid images
Shots
under cover
Tainted reality
stolen in back alleys
and dingy rooms
Flickering neon
Casting sinister implications
over sight
Stomach recoils
rebels
Contents strewn
upon grimy cement floor
What is learned
blinds
Knees crash upon glass
Shards cutting ...
razor laced endearments
and sordid images
Shots
under cover
Tainted reality
stolen in back alleys
and dingy rooms
Flickering neon
Casting sinister implications
over sight
Stomach recoils
rebels
Contents strewn
upon grimy cement floor
What is learned
blinds
Knees crash upon glass
Shards cutting ...
#dark
#lies
#betrayal
70 reads
1 Comment
adagio
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2023 11:33am
22nd Nov 2023 11:33am
Macabre's Schizophrenia
Deteriorating, listening to notes
chill my aorta, bleeding silence
the snow, cold winds blow
on my pale Viola whispering ghosts
with strings of debauchery's
mania, raising the hackles
of my macabre's schizophrenia
and anger in quotes
deteriorating, listening to notes
chill my aorta, bleeding silence
the snow, cold winds blow
on my pale Viola whispering ghosts
with strings of debauchery's
mania, raising the hackles
of my macabre's schizophrenia
and anger in quotes
deteriorating, listening to notes
#dark
57 reads
2 Comments
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