Dark Poems by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
Poems written by Top Critiquers
deadwolf
Poem Published
6th Apr 2024 5:39am
6th Apr 2024 5:39am
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Virtual future visions, dreamt of in a past,
Synchronized dreaming, often enough I can see others thoughts and speak
Often nough dreams are visions that are come to pass,
Leaving me in awe, always in awe,
And like a vine, the system spreads,
Swallowing whole its architects and one out of every four,
Rising up,
The wild City Vines of their system,
¼ the trees, waters and life, the hunters are out searching…
Waters risen in massive tides, coming from the west over Arizona mountains,
volcanic eruptions seen from every mountain range, flowing hot...
Synchronized dreaming, often enough I can see others thoughts and speak
Often nough dreams are visions that are come to pass,
Leaving me in awe, always in awe,
And like a vine, the system spreads,
Swallowing whole its architects and one out of every four,
Rising up,
The wild City Vines of their system,
¼ the trees, waters and life, the hunters are out searching…
Waters risen in massive tides, coming from the west over Arizona mountains,
volcanic eruptions seen from every mountain range, flowing hot...
#gothic
88 reads
4 Comments
monovox128
Poem Published
24th Oct 2022 2:22am
24th Oct 2022 2:22am
COLD COCKED CURSE
Cold Cocked Curse
Slinking silently through the night
on tiny tipped toes, claws withdrawn.
He mustn’t sleep until daylight’s dawn,
prudently prowls, avoiding light.
Clever, cunning crones craft a spell
to purloin his priceless powers,
control them in Eve’s evil hours,
condemn powerless prey to Hell.
Hither, fine ferocious feline.
Soulfully sing your sacred song.
Whiskers hoary, lavishly long
subtle signs of ancient bloodline.
He will not succumb to witches
who wish to control, to command.
Here he...
Slinking silently through the night
on tiny tipped toes, claws withdrawn.
He mustn’t sleep until daylight’s dawn,
prudently prowls, avoiding light.
Clever, cunning crones craft a spell
to purloin his priceless powers,
control them in Eve’s evil hours,
condemn powerless prey to Hell.
Hither, fine ferocious feline.
Soulfully sing your sacred song.
Whiskers hoary, lavishly long
subtle signs of ancient bloodline.
He will not succumb to witches
who wish to control, to command.
Here he...
#ghosts
#witches
218 reads
7 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
19th Feb 2024 5:55am
19th Feb 2024 5:55am
In the Crow's Nest
Far out at sea in the middle of the night
Under the moonlight the waves are calm
The ship rocks back and forth, up and down
As the lookout watches from the Crow’s Nest
All the seamen are asleep below deck
Except for the lookout in the Crow’s Nest
Watching the horizon, looking for land
As the ship bobs up and down at high sea
And the lookout perched on the Crow’s Nest
Tired from the long days out at sea sees a thing
But it’s not a whale or any other known creature
It’s something bigger than the entire ship ...
Under the moonlight the waves are calm
The ship rocks back and forth, up and down
As the lookout watches from the Crow’s Nest
All the seamen are asleep below deck
Except for the lookout in the Crow’s Nest
Watching the horizon, looking for land
As the ship bobs up and down at high sea
And the lookout perched on the Crow’s Nest
Tired from the long days out at sea sees a thing
But it’s not a whale or any other known creature
It’s something bigger than the entire ship ...
#dark
#mythology
#mystery
100 reads
6 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2024 10:19pm
22nd Mar 2024 10:19pm
Thin Path between Realms
Rising from broken bones
a phoenix rising from dusts
no glorious fire burns
for body born of thirsts
the damned's elixir of life
the succulent liquid of pumping hearts
and the scents of decadence
fill... nay, bloat me with life
I walk under weaves of moonlight
treading on deep dappled shadows
entice the vessel of blood
contained in bodies to be discarded
Memories of then accompany me
cleared canvas of a human life
I cry no more for he who turned me
the undead, Nosferatu left me without...
a phoenix rising from dusts
no glorious fire burns
for body born of thirsts
the damned's elixir of life
the succulent liquid of pumping hearts
and the scents of decadence
fill... nay, bloat me with life
I walk under weaves of moonlight
treading on deep dappled shadows
entice the vessel of blood
contained in bodies to be discarded
Memories of then accompany me
cleared canvas of a human life
I cry no more for he who turned me
the undead, Nosferatu left me without...
#vampires
#WritingPoetry
84 reads
6 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 1:17pm
23rd Feb 2020 1:17pm
whited sepulcher
#karma
#secrets
#lies
#MentalHealth
#corruption
#politics
1292 reads
Ambiensse
Richard G
Richard G
Poem Published
15th Feb 2021 10:07am
15th Feb 2021 10:07am
New punishment regime
#dark
#relationships
#BDSM #obsession
#BDSM #obsession
339 reads
2 Comments
Phantom2426
Poem Published
19th Dec 2022 3:26am
19th Dec 2022 3:26am
12 days of Christmas Violence
My true love gave
12 Christmas presents
for the 12 days of
Christmas she gave me
1 gun from hell
2 burning heads
3 heaven guns
4 katana swords
5 Golden bodies
6 screaming maidens
7 Wonders of the World
8 Freaks of the Night
9 Ninjas dancing
10 Court Jesters
11 Pipe Bombs
12 Rocket Launchers
So my true love has
Given me the World
12 Christmas presents
for the 12 days of
Christmas she gave me
1 gun from hell
2 burning heads
3 heaven guns
4 katana swords
5 Golden bodies
6 screaming maidens
7 Wonders of the World
8 Freaks of the Night
9 Ninjas dancing
10 Court Jesters
11 Pipe Bombs
12 Rocket Launchers
So my true love has
Given me the World
#murder
#violence
#Christmas
#music
#funny
420 reads
16 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 3:49pm
15th Apr 2024 3:49pm
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
88 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2023 9:08pm
23rd Oct 2023 9:08pm
Butcher's Block
#dark
#betrayal
#death #evil
#death #evil
172 reads
13 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 11:10am
3rd Apr 2024 11:10am
Outlined in chalk
Why did you leave me
Why did you die
Why did you go
Without saying goodbye?
Why did I have
To find you like that
Blue lips, limp body
With no way to counteract
The memories
The feelings
Of wanting you back
I looked
I acted
I did everything I could
But your soul was gone
The minute you were found
Not a minute sooner
Than it should’ve been
Not a second later
Than it should
But you’re gone forevermore
Without a single final hug
And that hurts to know...
Why did you die
Why did you go
Without saying goodbye?
Why did I have
To find you like that
Blue lips, limp body
With no way to counteract
The memories
The feelings
Of wanting you back
I looked
I acted
I did everything I could
But your soul was gone
The minute you were found
Not a minute sooner
Than it should’ve been
Not a second later
Than it should
But you’re gone forevermore
Without a single final hug
And that hurts to know...
#grief
#death
#NaPoWriMo2024
100 reads
7 Comments
Dragonblood
Poem Published
6th Feb 2024 00:01am
6th Feb 2024 00:01am
Hurricane Katrina
What is there to save from a hurricane's toll,
when the wind's been howling and you're all alone?
When the roof that's missing is leaving you cold?
It's time to leave home sir, leave home.
What can you do when the flood waters come;
when your family's missing; and you ain't got a crumb?
When your life's been submerged and you're still so young?
You've got to leave home son, leave home.
And what do you do when your heart's ripped in two
'cause the help that they promised never came through? ...
when the wind's been howling and you're all alone?
When the roof that's missing is leaving you cold?
It's time to leave home sir, leave home.
What can you do when the flood waters come;
when your family's missing; and you ain't got a crumb?
When your life's been submerged and you're still so young?
You've got to leave home son, leave home.
And what do you do when your heart's ripped in two
'cause the help that they promised never came through? ...
#historical
84 reads
Connotation
Poem Published
20th Oct 2023 7:13pm
20th Oct 2023 7:13pm
Certain Sentence
Wearing weary
Webbing wily
Taking temper
Sighting spiders
Dusting corners
Witches weather
Shamming shallow
Rousing rowdy
Shaping shrouded
Clouding callow
Casting covers
Random riddles.
Founding falters
Breaking banter
Mounting mirrors
Shackling shards
Cutting clearly
Deathly drama.
Airing anger
Panning people
Potting pantry
Daring dealing
Sharing shameful
Conduct covets.
Catching cauldron
Wishing wasteful ...
Webbing wily
Taking temper
Sighting spiders
Dusting corners
Witches weather
Shamming shallow
Rousing rowdy
Shaping shrouded
Clouding callow
Casting covers
Random riddles.
Founding falters
Breaking banter
Mounting mirrors
Shackling shards
Cutting clearly
Deathly drama.
Airing anger
Panning people
Potting pantry
Daring dealing
Sharing shameful
Conduct covets.
Catching cauldron
Wishing wasteful ...
#identity
#spiritual
#learning
#metaphor
#morality
126 reads
2 Comments
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