Dark Poems Seeking Honest Critique
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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DNR
DNR
#death
#MovingOn
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4 Comments
dreaming in carnage
#dreams
#nightmares
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6 Comments
Cannibal Consummation
I peel your layers
Undress the skin clothing you
Caress your dripping flesh
Lick nerve sensations
Cleanse you in dirty breath
Devour raw vitality
Pleasure permeates
Don't just cry in release
Scream in painful pleasure!
Lose yourself in my body
As I eat parts of yours for dinner
The object of my affection
Serve me forever
In death we do not part
But spill our putrescent life
For the earth...
Undress the skin clothing you
Caress your dripping flesh
Lick nerve sensations
Cleanse you in dirty breath
Devour raw vitality
Pleasure permeates
Don't just cry in release
Scream in painful pleasure!
Lose yourself in my body
As I eat parts of yours for dinner
The object of my affection
Serve me forever
In death we do not part
But spill our putrescent life
For the earth...
#dark
#evil
#earth #horror
#earth #horror
49 reads
3 Comments
Brothers In Bond
entertaining the powers that be
they come to me to see what I'm made of
groaning from growing pains in the immortal sense
they won't pass me if I'm not up to snuff
exposing me to all kinds of trials
my witchiness must be sharp
a warrioress of the way
mock wars to ready one for the eventual
the man Himself says it's coming
preparing me he says it must be instinct like drawing a breath
no questions in the moment, respond
a weapon sure and deadly his people ready
we will take our opponent down
He has not revealed...
they come to me to see what I'm made of
groaning from growing pains in the immortal sense
they won't pass me if I'm not up to snuff
exposing me to all kinds of trials
my witchiness must be sharp
a warrioress of the way
mock wars to ready one for the eventual
the man Himself says it's coming
preparing me he says it must be instinct like drawing a breath
no questions in the moment, respond
a weapon sure and deadly his people ready
we will take our opponent down
He has not revealed...
#brother
#family
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4 Comments
Okai
The oaktree
Graft orange.
Graft orange.
#trees
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The Day We Met
The deafening tears in the hallway
As whispers echo in the distance
Screams approaching the doorway
I'm fading out of existence
I hear the sound of a screeching door
As the nurse let my family in
The shuffling of shoes on the floor
As drool runs slowly down my chin
I feel the moisture from his tears
From a face I can't remember
I love you dad is all I hear
Sounds of his voice so familiar
Can't place where I know him from
My eyes still unable to open
But my heart is soothed with comfort
Memories coming...
As whispers echo in the distance
Screams approaching the doorway
I'm fading out of existence
I hear the sound of a screeching door
As the nurse let my family in
The shuffling of shoes on the floor
As drool runs slowly down my chin
I feel the moisture from his tears
From a face I can't remember
I love you dad is all I hear
Sounds of his voice so familiar
Can't place where I know him from
My eyes still unable to open
But my heart is soothed with comfort
Memories coming...
#sadness
#dark
#heartbroken
#despair
#emptiness
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154 Sonnets
Each a verse form of cathexis selfie
where Shakespeare linked his ink with how to think
about what we would call psychology
packaged as an Elizabethan shrink
in a pre-Freudian disposition
pre-empting any Oedipal complex
or too withal awkward disquisition
in the canon days of renaissance sex
when fretfulness was as much troth plighted
as syphilis by an alehouse knave
or a wench to see a knighthood blighted
until nullified by a churchyard grave...
as their sliding pain and pleasure scale
also brought them to little...
where Shakespeare linked his ink with how to think
about what we would call psychology
packaged as an Elizabethan shrink
in a pre-Freudian disposition
pre-empting any Oedipal complex
or too withal awkward disquisition
in the canon days of renaissance sex
when fretfulness was as much troth plighted
as syphilis by an alehouse knave
or a wench to see a knighthood blighted
until nullified by a churchyard grave...
as their sliding pain and pleasure scale
also brought them to little...
#bittersweet
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4 Comments
Why do you hurt me?
Why does it hurt me so
With every whim
You come and go
It hurts deep inside
Knowing I’m doing everything.
To keep you by my side
I tried to make you laugh
To give you joy
To give you pleasure
Instead, I get nothing
And I am not sure
Why do you hurt me so
I feel it deep in my core
It hurts so much
I feel I will break
Tell me, please
How much more can I take
I’ll sit here and sob in my knees
And try to think
What is it about me
Don’t tell me its you
For if it was
Then I...
With every whim
You come and go
It hurts deep inside
Knowing I’m doing everything.
To keep you by my side
I tried to make you laugh
To give you joy
To give you pleasure
Instead, I get nothing
And I am not sure
Why do you hurt me so
I feel it deep in my core
It hurts so much
I feel I will break
Tell me, please
How much more can I take
I’ll sit here and sob in my knees
And try to think
What is it about me
Don’t tell me its you
For if it was
Then I...
#sadness
#depression
#confusion
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A fork, a knife and a spoon
My wife only wants me to spoon her when she's hammered
Any other time, she don't want me near
That's ok
I actually despise her and spooning
One night she came home incredibly drunk
She was all over the place
Stumbling, making no sense
Fell backwards into my cabinet
Breaking some heirloom figurines I had from my family
No apology, nothing
My blood was beginning to boil
I yelled at her, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!"
I was tired, so I went to bed
Few moments later she came into bed
She was frisky and...
Any other time, she don't want me near
That's ok
I actually despise her and spooning
One night she came home incredibly drunk
She was all over the place
Stumbling, making no sense
Fell backwards into my cabinet
Breaking some heirloom figurines I had from my family
No apology, nothing
My blood was beginning to boil
I yelled at her, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!"
I was tired, so I went to bed
Few moments later she came into bed
She was frisky and...
#wife
#murder
#food
#ShortStory
#horror
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14 Comments
17 Ways To Die
Jumping from a ridge
Hanging from a rope on a bridge
Bullets from a gun
Racing a train I can't outrun
Dousing myself on fire
Holding my breath until I retire
Lethal poisoning diagnose
Or a street drug overdose
Food and water I can go without
Maybe a woodchipper creates no doubt
Intentional car accident with decapitation
A fast moving truck struck me without hesitation
Jumping out a plane with no parachute
Or wire me up to electrocute
Buried alive underground
Or under water where I drowned
So many...
Hanging from a rope on a bridge
Bullets from a gun
Racing a train I can't outrun
Dousing myself on fire
Holding my breath until I retire
Lethal poisoning diagnose
Or a street drug overdose
Food and water I can go without
Maybe a woodchipper creates no doubt
Intentional car accident with decapitation
A fast moving truck struck me without hesitation
Jumping out a plane with no parachute
Or wire me up to electrocute
Buried alive underground
Or under water where I drowned
So many...
#dark
#emptiness
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5 Comments
Abstract Suicide
Jump off the ledge
Dive into the bleeding sea
Sink in warmth
An unrecognizable gore of art
Dilute and dissolve
Dive into the bleeding sea
Sink in warmth
An unrecognizable gore of art
Dilute and dissolve
#suicide
#WritingPoetry
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6 Comments
Their out there, just be aware
God told me to slay you, so I can stay alive
I slay children
I enjoy to see them in pain
I slay children
Bounded in shackles & chains
I slay children
Lure them in with colorful gum
I slay children
Their last day of having fun
I'll detonate the school bus
Blast out the tires
Explosion so grand
Kids dead from the fire
You all need to die
and that's the price you pay
I'm taking away your precious one
Could be tomorrow or maybe today
I have no regrets
I have no remorse ...
I slay children
I enjoy to see them in pain
I slay children
Bounded in shackles & chains
I slay children
Lure them in with colorful gum
I slay children
Their last day of having fun
I'll detonate the school bus
Blast out the tires
Explosion so grand
Kids dead from the fire
You all need to die
and that's the price you pay
I'm taking away your precious one
Could be tomorrow or maybe today
I have no regrets
I have no remorse ...
#hate
#children
#death
#rhyming
#MentalHealth
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5 Comments
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