Long Dark Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
Murder Night
Tony ‘Camden King’ Gunn from London
“The rat squealed in shock when blood splattered its fur
Making it disappear into a dark hole with a silent blur,
“Soft moans of pain echoed across the Tower Bridge floor
As he whispered to his attacker ‘please no more’,
“No acknowledgement was given-not a single word said
As the spiked baseball bat split open his head,
“A couple of more swings turned his brains to mush
An open casket was out of the question because his killer did not give a fuck,
Sofia ‘The Strega’ Symone of...
“The rat squealed in shock when blood splattered its fur
Making it disappear into a dark hole with a silent blur,
“Soft moans of pain echoed across the Tower Bridge floor
As he whispered to his attacker ‘please no more’,
“No acknowledgement was given-not a single word said
As the spiked baseball bat split open his head,
“A couple of more swings turned his brains to mush
An open casket was out of the question because his killer did not give a fuck,
Sofia ‘The Strega’ Symone of...
#dark
#hate
#revenge
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"The Feathers Fall, The Stone's Lament"
A chasm yawned, a sepulchral well,
Wherein my soul, in darkness fell.
No Lethe’s stream, no quenching tide,
But arid void, where phantoms hide.
I knew it not, the fatal leap,
But found myself where shadows sleep.
This “beauty,” fiendish, hellish art,
A vaulted tomb, to tear apart.
The moon, a spectral, pallid gleam,
A moment’s respite, a fevered dream.
A rounded chamber, cold and vast,
Where hope lies shattered, shadows cast.
Emptiness, a shroud, a winding sheet,
I crave its touch, its bitter sweet. ...
Wherein my soul, in darkness fell.
No Lethe’s stream, no quenching tide,
But arid void, where phantoms hide.
I knew it not, the fatal leap,
But found myself where shadows sleep.
This “beauty,” fiendish, hellish art,
A vaulted tomb, to tear apart.
The moon, a spectral, pallid gleam,
A moment’s respite, a fevered dream.
A rounded chamber, cold and vast,
Where hope lies shattered, shadows cast.
Emptiness, a shroud, a winding sheet,
I crave its touch, its bitter sweet. ...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark #sadness
#dark #sadness
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61616 nemO Ave House of Horror
Only one survivor survived
Malnourished and sleep deprived
The youngest child of five
Struggling to breathe, barely alive
Running out, she came from inside
Covered in victims blood that dried
Laughing, crying with teary eyes
Questions and answers, honest lies
Investigating the crime scene
This child only just thirteen
Enough to make you cry and scream
Living a nightmare of a dream
Parents heads both found impaled ...
Malnourished and sleep deprived
The youngest child of five
Struggling to breathe, barely alive
Running out, she came from inside
Covered in victims blood that dried
Laughing, crying with teary eyes
Questions and answers, honest lies
Investigating the crime scene
This child only just thirteen
Enough to make you cry and scream
Living a nightmare of a dream
Parents heads both found impaled ...
#emptiness
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Calling About Tuesday
Calling About Tuesday
I hung up on him twice
but he kept right on calling
all through the night till the sun
began to rise.
'Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring Rrring!'
“Won't you please leave me alone!”
'Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring!'
From the telephone.
I unplugged the phone from the wall.
Still it would ring!
I threw it against the wall
shattering the thing!
I went out for a walk to relax, clear my mind.
The park near my home always my place
to get away from it all for a while.
...
I hung up on him twice
but he kept right on calling
all through the night till the sun
began to rise.
'Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring Rrring!'
“Won't you please leave me alone!”
'Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring!'
From the telephone.
I unplugged the phone from the wall.
Still it would ring!
I threw it against the wall
shattering the thing!
I went out for a walk to relax, clear my mind.
The park near my home always my place
to get away from it all for a while.
...
#anxiety
#dark
#fear
#frustration
#horror
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Sleepless Dreams
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ For I know some people's may and will take this message, in different kinds of way as it is just, a mental stimulation of silent thoughts. FROM sleepless nights when I can't just turn my mind off from the deepest thoughts, that creeps in the dark deepness of my mind. For sure it's necessary to understand that tomorrow isn't a promise to anyone, for sure what I'm saying is facts not fiction. For sure it will sound morbid, to some people's yet there are those who has felt these real genuine...
#aging
#cancer
#death
#emotional
#metaphor
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Dance of the Black Bullet (Character Personality Collaboration)
CasketSharpe
“I came in this world crying and alone
Through wet pussy from a dick that was sperm spitting strong,
“Now at my age I’m show-boating gray hairs
And in constant war with sleep because of nightmares,
“I don’t argue, because I will not lower myself to a person’s stupidity
It’s the same as a drunk bitch unknowingly giving up her anal virginity,
“Confused about the bleeding and the draining nut
Winching in pain whenever the toilet paper touch,
“But some people in this world needs a helping hands ...
“I came in this world crying and alone
Through wet pussy from a dick that was sperm spitting strong,
“Now at my age I’m show-boating gray hairs
And in constant war with sleep because of nightmares,
“I don’t argue, because I will not lower myself to a person’s stupidity
It’s the same as a drunk bitch unknowingly giving up her anal virginity,
“Confused about the bleeding and the draining nut
Winching in pain whenever the toilet paper touch,
“But some people in this world needs a helping hands ...
#dark
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I know your heart is wicked
Little Harry Sack was barely 6 years old when he found out by his parents that his heart was wicked
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from morning...
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from morning...
#family
#memories
#prison
#religion
#violence
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The Ghastly Baby
Once up on a time there was a baby
Most babies are cute but this one was out-and-out ugly
The baby wasn’t morbidly obese
It was totally swollen and lumpy
One of it’s feet had 3 toes
One of its hands had 7 fingers
It’s hands were two right ones
It’s head looked oblong and distorted
Dark rings were underneath it’s beady eyes
Possibly because it never slept
It was consumed by misery
Which in this case was perfectly acceptable
A few noises came out of its mouth
Both were revolting
One...
Most babies are cute but this one was out-and-out ugly
The baby wasn’t morbidly obese
It was totally swollen and lumpy
One of it’s feet had 3 toes
One of its hands had 7 fingers
It’s hands were two right ones
It’s head looked oblong and distorted
Dark rings were underneath it’s beady eyes
Possibly because it never slept
It was consumed by misery
Which in this case was perfectly acceptable
A few noises came out of its mouth
Both were revolting
One...
#birth
#dark
#fiction #ShortStory
#fiction #ShortStory
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Scraping By
I try to make progress but everything fails,
It seems even faith is fated to expire,
Am I the only one with this problem?
Or just conceited enough to be convinced of it?
When hell is left rupturing like a canker sore,
That I can’t help but to bite on more,
The pain it horrifies, as the time passes I weep my days,
Little have I moved yet I writhe in pain,
Such a fucking Coward, listen to the screams!
Just massaging my temples with the blaster of extremities,
A sawed off for every time you watched me plead,
“Save me” “Help me” “God...
It seems even faith is fated to expire,
Am I the only one with this problem?
Or just conceited enough to be convinced of it?
When hell is left rupturing like a canker sore,
That I can’t help but to bite on more,
The pain it horrifies, as the time passes I weep my days,
Little have I moved yet I writhe in pain,
Such a fucking Coward, listen to the screams!
Just massaging my temples with the blaster of extremities,
A sawed off for every time you watched me plead,
“Save me” “Help me” “God...
#insomnia
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The Psychosexual Realm of Rape (Cauldron Kill Series)

#evil
#sex
#violence
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Confessions of a Cereal Killer

#dark
#death
#scary
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
553 reads
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H0n0r!a
My intentions for you though are pure
You look so pretty I deduced you from Ethiopia
So tempted but I am also aware
They haven't charged me with any illegal affair
It's a terrible foul I possessed your soul
You left Seoul all the way from Korea
By night fall I'll arrange the loudest rave to honor you Honoria
Take as much vodka shot till you pass out in euphoria
Dashing but desperate lady with golden heart Ms. Honoria
You are in the safe hands of my manager whom you may address as Sinclair
All through the night,...
You look so pretty I deduced you from Ethiopia
So tempted but I am also aware
They haven't charged me with any illegal affair
It's a terrible foul I possessed your soul
You left Seoul all the way from Korea
By night fall I'll arrange the loudest rave to honor you Honoria
Take as much vodka shot till you pass out in euphoria
Dashing but desperate lady with golden heart Ms. Honoria
You are in the safe hands of my manager whom you may address as Sinclair
All through the night,...
#dark
#despair
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