Dark Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
Nvmb
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 00:11am
21st Jan 2025 00:11am
Ashes In My Lungs
I fell to the edge, thought I’d disappear,
But I woke to the sound of my hollow fear.
The void let me stay, didn’t set me free,
Now I’m chained to the ghost of who I used to be.
The mirror’s a stranger, the scars don’t fade,
Every breath feels like a mistake I made.
I can’t find the fire, I can’t feel the pain,
Just this aching silence screaming in my veins.
Ashes in my lungs, I’m choking on the air,
A heartbeat without meaning, a body I can’t bear.
I tried to run, but the weight won’t go,
Now I’m lost in a life I don’t want...
But I woke to the sound of my hollow fear.
The void let me stay, didn’t set me free,
Now I’m chained to the ghost of who I used to be.
The mirror’s a stranger, the scars don’t fade,
Every breath feels like a mistake I made.
I can’t find the fire, I can’t feel the pain,
Just this aching silence screaming in my veins.
Ashes in my lungs, I’m choking on the air,
A heartbeat without meaning, a body I can’t bear.
I tried to run, but the weight won’t go,
Now I’m lost in a life I don’t want...
#apathy
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
91 reads
2 Comments
scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 5:31pm
20th Jan 2025 5:31pm
dusk
#despair
#grief
#MentalHealth
#sadness
#SelfHarm
37 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 11:17am
20th Jan 2025 11:17am
hostages
Hostages
We read that three women held by Hamas have been freed and looked to be in good health
The British TV and the press showed happy people in Israel as most of the reporting was done with an Israeli slant
Of the Palestinians held hostage by Israel without trial, their suffering is overlooked but reports tell of house raids of the freed Palestinians in their homes
What we are seeing from the British covering
Of the debacle is blatant racism the Arab struggle is of no interest to the British
We wait for fabricated story how women were
Subjected to...
We read that three women held by Hamas have been freed and looked to be in good health
The British TV and the press showed happy people in Israel as most of the reporting was done with an Israeli slant
Of the Palestinians held hostage by Israel without trial, their suffering is overlooked but reports tell of house raids of the freed Palestinians in their homes
What we are seeing from the British covering
Of the debacle is blatant racism the Arab struggle is of no interest to the British
We wait for fabricated story how women were
Subjected to...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #emptiness
#apathy #emptiness
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0 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 8:07pm
19th Jan 2025 8:07pm
No Way Out
I’ve been screaming at the glass all night,
But it only stares, it never fights.
Who am I? What have I become?
A shadow left of someone numb.
I reach, I claw, I beg, I burn—
But you just twist, you never turn.
If I break the glass, will I feel the pain?
Or am I nothing, just a stain?
Tear me down, I’m begging you,
Show me the truth I never knew.
Am I the curse? Am I the sin?
Or just the cage I’m trapped within?
I’m falling fast, there’s no way out—
Tear me down, erase the doubt.
I can’t stand this endless...
But it only stares, it never fights.
Who am I? What have I become?
A shadow left of someone numb.
I reach, I claw, I beg, I burn—
But you just twist, you never turn.
If I break the glass, will I feel the pain?
Or am I nothing, just a stain?
Tear me down, I’m begging you,
Show me the truth I never knew.
Am I the curse? Am I the sin?
Or just the cage I’m trapped within?
I’m falling fast, there’s no way out—
Tear me down, erase the doubt.
I can’t stand this endless...
#dark
#loneliness
#regret
#sadness
#shame
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 11:10am
19th Jan 2025 11:10am
In the Urhall
After sometimes comes first
hearing them swoosh swirling mountains
thawing snow fallen from this roof
t r o l l s
Awakened by their throbbing twilights
daunting dervish drum spirals
as smooth wind spits
to whom they harken
hollow hallowed voids
I hear their stampede
riven rasping descent
down my chimney
signs are sighed
coughed curses
vexed exhaled
t r o l l d o m
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
hearing them swoosh swirling mountains
thawing snow fallen from this roof
t r o l l s
Awakened by their throbbing twilights
daunting dervish drum spirals
as smooth wind spits
to whom they harken
hollow hallowed voids
I hear their stampede
riven rasping descent
down my chimney
signs are sighed
coughed curses
vexed exhaled
t r o l l d o m
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
#nature
64 reads
4 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 3:21am
19th Jan 2025 3:21am
Echoes of You
You’ve gone somewhere I can’t follow,
A hollow path, a silent sorrow.
Your eyes don’t meet mine anymore,
You’ve locked the light behind a door.
I reach for you, but you’re not there,
A phantom caught in empty air.
Where did you go?
What did you see?
We’re left with shadows
Where you should be.
You’re slipping through,
We’re losing the fight—
A ghost in the day,
A wisp in the night.
What have you found, so far, so deep?
What takes your soul while we can’t sleep?
Your silence screams, your shadow...
A hollow path, a silent sorrow.
Your eyes don’t meet mine anymore,
You’ve locked the light behind a door.
I reach for you, but you’re not there,
A phantom caught in empty air.
Where did you go?
What did you see?
We’re left with shadows
Where you should be.
You’re slipping through,
We’re losing the fight—
A ghost in the day,
A wisp in the night.
What have you found, so far, so deep?
What takes your soul while we can’t sleep?
Your silence screams, your shadow...
#dark
#disappointment
#family
#memories
#son
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0 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 8:21pm
17th Jan 2025 8:21pm
Breathe
A suffocating air
The city is still
I want to breathe
I want to breathe.
The city is still
I want to breathe
I want to breathe.
#city
53 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 9:03pm
16th Jan 2025 9:03pm
the debate
he French Debate in English
The program was about the power of alternative media such as X and Facebook
A woman from the EU said those programs
Can be banned, by the stroke of a pen
What arrogance, to ban people of Europe not
To see what the alternative media say
Be practicing censorship
The EU is after Elon Musk for what was considered an interference in the upcoming
German election of AtD.
It is what the voters in Germany like to vote for
EU wants to stop voices they dislike, which is tantamount to dictatorship
The program was about the power of alternative media such as X and Facebook
A woman from the EU said those programs
Can be banned, by the stroke of a pen
What arrogance, to ban people of Europe not
To see what the alternative media say
Be practicing censorship
The EU is after Elon Musk for what was considered an interference in the upcoming
German election of AtD.
It is what the voters in Germany like to vote for
EU wants to stop voices they dislike, which is tantamount to dictatorship
#anger
#apathy
#bittersweet
#greed
#hate
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adagio
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 8:27pm
16th Jan 2025 8:27pm
State of Mime
In a state of mime writing in the dark
of taboo in my solitude scratching at
my scabies, gnawing at the grapes
dripping from my catheter
with trickling down phonics plumping up
"Ladykins" with glitter on my codpiece
from her sanctimonious lipstick
but who is miming the ichor
in a state of mime with those immoral eyes
and carnal caviar "Tying me kangaroo down"
drowning in the inkwell's intimacy
devouring my soul as shadows make whoopie
of taboo in my solitude scratching at
my scabies, gnawing at the grapes
dripping from my catheter
with trickling down phonics plumping up
"Ladykins" with glitter on my codpiece
from her sanctimonious lipstick
but who is miming the ichor
in a state of mime with those immoral eyes
and carnal caviar "Tying me kangaroo down"
drowning in the inkwell's intimacy
devouring my soul as shadows make whoopie
#dark
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adagio
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 3:28pm
16th Jan 2025 3:28pm
Nocturnal Ash - with Anne-Ri999
From the top of the bodice to my sacroiliac
lonesome dreams in the shadows of minuet
obsidian butterfly among daffodils sharp pendulum
wings creeping and whispering a gospel of doom
this eerie night raising the hackles of my soul
hatching red admiral eggs crushing shackled chains
this cremation began before my dew-soaked hands
elegies ecstasy dripping cold as lemon seeds from
adrenaline eyes from the top of the bodice to my
sacroiliac
lonesome dreams in the shadows of minuet
obsidian butterfly among daffodils sharp pendulum
wings creeping and whispering a gospel of doom
this eerie night raising the hackles of my soul
hatching red admiral eggs crushing shackled chains
this cremation began before my dew-soaked hands
elegies ecstasy dripping cold as lemon seeds from
adrenaline eyes from the top of the bodice to my
sacroiliac
#dark
#erotic
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Poeticking81
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 9:30am
16th Jan 2025 9:30am
This poem is called Child Murder
My name's sky I'm three,My eyes are swollen.I can't see,I must be stupid.I must be bad,What else could have made my daddy so mad?I wish i were better i wish i weren't ugly,Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me.I can't do wrong i can't speak at all or else i am lockup all day long.When i am awake i am all alone.The house is dark my folks aren't home.When my mommy does come home.I'll try and be nice,so maybe i will just get one whipping tonight.I just heard a car,my daddy's back from charlies bar.I hear him curse.My name's called,I press myself against the wall.I try to hide from his...
#death
#father
#murder #son
#murder #son
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2 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 8:35am
16th Jan 2025 8:35am
eye
exist
in clandestine chasms
where libertine lethargy
burns
beyond exits
all broken caskets
torn palms fierce fingers
puck at each fabric
clause of a cause
o ignite let knighthood
my throne abide
hermetic heretic
scarab splitting spitting
I am each grinded tone
cut open from each core
devastation deprivation
my human remains
sacred death
sacred cloth
vow to me
execute all sanity
come with me
now pledge!!!
...
in clandestine chasms
where libertine lethargy
burns
beyond exits
all broken caskets
torn palms fierce fingers
puck at each fabric
clause of a cause
o ignite let knighthood
my throne abide
hermetic heretic
scarab splitting spitting
I am each grinded tone
cut open from each core
devastation deprivation
my human remains
sacred death
sacred cloth
vow to me
execute all sanity
come with me
now pledge!!!
...
#evil
112 reads
6 Comments
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