Dark Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 7:17am
10th Mar 2025 7:17am
Thora Flowers
unadulterated pain with its butterflywings mutated
they know how to morph but not fly
in sync with smiles that don't form from the soul
plastic, no paper will heal our planet
Who will heal the heart?
we used to know one another without talking
now we're afraid to look in each other's lying eyes
it's okay, smile nod, of course it is
penetrate the lie and sit and fib for a while
I don't know about you, but I'm dying inside
things are changing at light speed
but are they? I had a baby alive at five
Technology gets...
they know how to morph but not fly
in sync with smiles that don't form from the soul
plastic, no paper will heal our planet
Who will heal the heart?
we used to know one another without talking
now we're afraid to look in each other's lying eyes
it's okay, smile nod, of course it is
penetrate the lie and sit and fib for a while
I don't know about you, but I'm dying inside
things are changing at light speed
but are they? I had a baby alive at five
Technology gets...
#humankind
#technology
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 00:36am
10th Mar 2025 00:36am
ride
I'm coming through again, this body is about worn out
reflect a feeling, I will bring a sting promised
I've learned some things
I fear, yeah, but I will fight
throw down for broke
call it the thug in me, I learned that
soft little girl had to grow fangs
a shield maiden, perhaps a girl with a silver spoon in my mouth
I've learned some tricks since then
magic is being employed against me
miles well pick up my ruins
call down the hate
forget the past tried
but it will never be
and space isn't vast enough for us...
reflect a feeling, I will bring a sting promised
I've learned some things
I fear, yeah, but I will fight
throw down for broke
call it the thug in me, I learned that
soft little girl had to grow fangs
a shield maiden, perhaps a girl with a silver spoon in my mouth
I've learned some tricks since then
magic is being employed against me
miles well pick up my ruins
call down the hate
forget the past tried
but it will never be
and space isn't vast enough for us...
#anxiety
#dark
84 reads
5 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 8:21am
9th Mar 2025 8:21am
Annoying People
Can I have a life without you?
You come at me,
Like you have something to prove.
But, you're all I want to lose.
My life is not about you.
I mostly stare at my shoes.
Trying to avoid eye contact,
With people who don't amuse.
I constantly doubt you.
You're unaware and you're confused.
I watch you as you come at me,
Like you have something to prove.
If I tried to vouch for you,
While I'm on a short fuse,
I'd blow up in your face on stage,
Your death is breaking...
You come at me,
Like you have something to prove.
But, you're all I want to lose.
My life is not about you.
I mostly stare at my shoes.
Trying to avoid eye contact,
With people who don't amuse.
I constantly doubt you.
You're unaware and you're confused.
I watch you as you come at me,
Like you have something to prove.
If I tried to vouch for you,
While I'm on a short fuse,
I'd blow up in your face on stage,
Your death is breaking...
#honesty
#philosophical
56 reads
4 Comments
doriann_barrere
Dorian
Dorian
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 9:53pm
8th Mar 2025 9:53pm
What Happened Was Morbid
what happened was morbid ...
Lo, they did unmake his visage, not with blade alone,
but with the cruel mirth of fate’s fell hand.
A rictus, wide as grief, as hollow as the jest
that in dark halls is whispered ‘twixt wretched men.
Was it his own trembling grasp that traced the fault?
Or some wraith of malice, unseen but keen of touch?
The steel sang not as warriors’ swords do sing,
but in hush’d susurrus, a lull’d and mocking dirge.
The lips that spake of mercy found none,
but were rather parted in twain, a wound unsealing ...
Lo, they did unmake his visage, not with blade alone,
but with the cruel mirth of fate’s fell hand.
A rictus, wide as grief, as hollow as the jest
that in dark halls is whispered ‘twixt wretched men.
Was it his own trembling grasp that traced the fault?
Or some wraith of malice, unseen but keen of touch?
The steel sang not as warriors’ swords do sing,
but in hush’d susurrus, a lull’d and mocking dirge.
The lips that spake of mercy found none,
but were rather parted in twain, a wound unsealing ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#despair
#frustration
55 reads
1 Comment
Hush
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 7:51pm
7th Mar 2025 7:51pm
unknown
Empty
Gone again, disappeared
Like all those other times
After carelessly nursing a small bruised red heart for a moment
Basting it with hope before viciously tearing it to pieces
Ripping it with tooth and nail as blood and bits splatter you dash it to the ground
Grinding it beneath your boot, then saunter off
Tossing back a careless, “I’ll always love you”
Which you may remember fondly for a moment in another few years
When you water the struggling seeds with drops of hope
Again
Gone again, disappeared
Like all those other times
After carelessly nursing a small bruised red heart for a moment
Basting it with hope before viciously tearing it to pieces
Ripping it with tooth and nail as blood and bits splatter you dash it to the ground
Grinding it beneath your boot, then saunter off
Tossing back a careless, “I’ll always love you”
Which you may remember fondly for a moment in another few years
When you water the struggling seeds with drops of hope
Again
#dark
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 8:06am
7th Mar 2025 8:06am
DARK_WINBERGE_TROUSSEAU
In the shadowed vineyard of Dark Trousseau,
Where winberige's hang heavy with a glum allure,
Each fruit ripe with blood that starts to flow,
As full moon rises, their essence pure.
The vines writhe as if in agony,
Their tendrils dark and twisted with despair,
Blood red grapes a sight so grim to see,
Their taste a poison that none can bear.
Dark Winberige Trousseau
(Please take me there)…..
Where I can be (apart of it too)…
Let the berries vines…. Captivate me bare….
Ahhhhhh……ohhhhh…..
Whispering sounds...
Where winberige's hang heavy with a glum allure,
Each fruit ripe with blood that starts to flow,
As full moon rises, their essence pure.
The vines writhe as if in agony,
Their tendrils dark and twisted with despair,
Blood red grapes a sight so grim to see,
Their taste a poison that none can bear.
Dark Winberige Trousseau
(Please take me there)…..
Where I can be (apart of it too)…
Let the berries vines…. Captivate me bare….
Ahhhhhh……ohhhhh…..
Whispering sounds...
#dark
#forest
#hell #lyrics
#hell #lyrics
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 10:04pm
6th Mar 2025 10:04pm
Devil's in human skin
Can you tell me why are we still dealing with the devil's in human skin, for sure when is it enough of the lies and false stories of the media networks. WHO just want to keep us separated and divided, as they want you to believe that what they are saying, that what they say is the truth. 🤨 Remember that in this cycle of life there will always be good versus evil, as the devil's in human skin, that they doesn't want you to think for thyself, about what you really want and need to sustain your own life. For even the shills are against you as well as they, try to blind you from seeing...
#ignorance
#LifeStruggles
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
62 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
7th Oct 2019 7:06pm
7th Oct 2019 7:06pm
Confessions of a Cereal Killer
#dark
#death
#scary
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
519 reads
9 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 5:08pm
5th Mar 2025 5:08pm
Now I'm Confused
Is it sex trafficking,
if no one takes the bait?
Are fishnets actually more provocative,
Than swimming in bikinis?
If you're on overtime,
How can you be late?
Are Toyotas more practical,
Than driving Lamborghinis?
Is it wrong to sing,
While using public restrooms?
Should I not scream,
To prevent a rape?
Am I being mean,
If I don't like your perfume?
There's a fly on the screen,
Should I let it stay?
Is it sex trafficking,
If no one has to pay?
Is she just a whore,
If she enjoys the...
if no one takes the bait?
Are fishnets actually more provocative,
Than swimming in bikinis?
If you're on overtime,
How can you be late?
Are Toyotas more practical,
Than driving Lamborghinis?
Is it wrong to sing,
While using public restrooms?
Should I not scream,
To prevent a rape?
Am I being mean,
If I don't like your perfume?
There's a fly on the screen,
Should I let it stay?
Is it sex trafficking,
If no one has to pay?
Is she just a whore,
If she enjoys the...
#philosophical
66 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
7th Oct 2019 7:29am
7th Oct 2019 7:29am
A Wake and a Guitar
They said he died when he drove his wheel-horse off a cliff,
But Clifford had been the type to try anything for a good laugh,
He’d always be the first to slip in a quip and play good riffs,
He had said he’d be buried with his guitar in his epitaph.
The wreath was wrought in the shape of his Fender telecast,
The one he played in worship services playing gospel and blues,
His friends had always coveted the instrument until at last,
Willful they plotted to steal it so they came up with a ruse.
The morning of the wake the windswept lawns of the...
But Clifford had been the type to try anything for a good laugh,
He’d always be the first to slip in a quip and play good riffs,
He had said he’d be buried with his guitar in his epitaph.
The wreath was wrought in the shape of his Fender telecast,
The one he played in worship services playing gospel and blues,
His friends had always coveted the instrument until at last,
Willful they plotted to steal it so they came up with a ruse.
The morning of the wake the windswept lawns of the...
#dark
#death
#scary #funny
#scary #funny
516 reads
8 Comments
Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 5:02am
4th Mar 2025 5:02am
Chaotic Seizures..Her Aura Phase
Thrusting, squeezing with a rhythmic pulsing
Screaming and moaning, her heart rate increased
Deja vu, her body now convulsing
Euphoric tension soon to be released
Fulfilled with a sense of intense pleasure
Tremoring and violently shaking
Releasing her body's golden treasure
Before collapsing from this love making
Pandemonium and chaos ensued
As the film crew quickly rushed to the set
Panic filled the room as the mood subdued
Still aroused I was extremely upset ...
Screaming and moaning, her heart rate increased
Deja vu, her body now convulsing
Euphoric tension soon to be released
Fulfilled with a sense of intense pleasure
Tremoring and violently shaking
Releasing her body's golden treasure
Before collapsing from this love making
Pandemonium and chaos ensued
As the film crew quickly rushed to the set
Panic filled the room as the mood subdued
Still aroused I was extremely upset ...
#despair
#grief
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0 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 7:34pm
6th Oct 2019 7:34pm
Vampire Hunter
I have been tasked with a vigilant responsibility,
A vicar you might say voted by a Vatican votive,
To vanquish a virus, the vice vying for power,
A violation of nature with an ulterior venal motive.
I vow not to veer from this mere valuable volition,
To rid of this vicious and vulgar vermin of the earth,
For in the vignette of a victim thought to have vanished,
Lies evidence a virulent disease of an evil vile rebirth.
It is not a false veneer but they are real venomous fangs,
The vacancy in the villain’s eyes verifies he’s a...
A vicar you might say voted by a Vatican votive,
To vanquish a virus, the vice vying for power,
A violation of nature with an ulterior venal motive.
I vow not to veer from this mere valuable volition,
To rid of this vicious and vulgar vermin of the earth,
For in the vignette of a victim thought to have vanished,
Lies evidence a virulent disease of an evil vile rebirth.
It is not a false veneer but they are real venomous fangs,
The vacancy in the villain’s eyes verifies he’s a...
#scary
#monsters
#WritingPoetry #mythology
#WritingPoetry #mythology
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3 Comments
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