Dark Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
1st Mar 2025 1:28am
1st Mar 2025 1:28am
Weakness
Friends are weaknesses.
I'd abort them like fetuses.
They're like clones committing treason.
Like robots that can't reason.
Marching on to the war.
No real purpose to fight for.
Just losers that want to benefit,
From abusers that I try to forget.
But, they're always fighting,
Amongst each other, never uniting.
I'm a ticking time bomb at their rally.
They trip me, as they arouse me.
They're a little close.
Let's hope they don't overdose.
They will bring me to their...
I'd abort them like fetuses.
They're like clones committing treason.
Like robots that can't reason.
Marching on to the war.
No real purpose to fight for.
Just losers that want to benefit,
From abusers that I try to forget.
But, they're always fighting,
Amongst each other, never uniting.
I'm a ticking time bomb at their rally.
They trip me, as they arouse me.
They're a little close.
Let's hope they don't overdose.
They will bring me to their...
#dark
74 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 8:14pm
28th Feb 2025 8:14pm
Mom Saw Megan Still Sleeping
Mom saw Megan still sleeping.
But Mom also saw Megan's panties gone.
Brian violated his sleeping sister.
But Mom also saw Megan's panties gone.
Brian violated his sleeping sister.
#corruption
#family
#fiction
#home
#sex
59 reads
2 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 5:52pm
28th Feb 2025 5:52pm
Smash Poet
I’m in a dark space
staring with a no fucks given
look on my face
battle scarred and weary
becoming common place
There is no delusion
just the dilution of thought over time
and self intrusion
metronomic beating heart
drums for the solution
Nothing ever comes
hope hangs by a thread and
then it succumbs
a pile of puppet strings
the devil strums
Heavy sigh
It’s becoming clear I am
that guy
smash poet really gives a fuck
and you know why
staring with a no fucks given
look on my face
battle scarred and weary
becoming common place
There is no delusion
just the dilution of thought over time
and self intrusion
metronomic beating heart
drums for the solution
Nothing ever comes
hope hangs by a thread and
then it succumbs
a pile of puppet strings
the devil strums
Heavy sigh
It’s becoming clear I am
that guy
smash poet really gives a fuck
and you know why
#anger
#dark
#peace
20 reads
5 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 4:58pm
28th Feb 2025 4:58pm
Cinder Kiss
Your name tastes like winter —
all saltwater breath and burnt sugar.
You move through me like smoke through cathedral glass,
slow, shivering —
a sermon carved from black lungs.
I have prayed beneath your teeth —
tongue split open,
bleeding devotion into your hands.
Every touch —
a soft ruin,
every breath —
a fever hymn sung in the dark.
Would you drown me in your hunger?
Would you kiss me to cinder
and call it mercy?
I would follow you down —
a ghost wrapped in wire,
a choir of aching mouths...
all saltwater breath and burnt sugar.
You move through me like smoke through cathedral glass,
slow, shivering —
a sermon carved from black lungs.
I have prayed beneath your teeth —
tongue split open,
bleeding devotion into your hands.
Every touch —
a soft ruin,
every breath —
a fever hymn sung in the dark.
Would you drown me in your hunger?
Would you kiss me to cinder
and call it mercy?
I would follow you down —
a ghost wrapped in wire,
a choir of aching mouths...
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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adagio
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 4:29pm
28th Feb 2025 4:29pm
Mortal Incubus
From the dark side of my mortal incubus
With a "Whole lot of shakin' goin' on"
Haunting my fantasies as I scribble
With the predator's quill
A love affair with my deviant behavior
Forbidden by societal norms
But don't throw rocks at my glass condo
Until you take the plunge
With a "Whole lot of shakin' goin' on."
With a "Whole lot of shakin' goin' on"
Haunting my fantasies as I scribble
With the predator's quill
A love affair with my deviant behavior
Forbidden by societal norms
But don't throw rocks at my glass condo
Until you take the plunge
With a "Whole lot of shakin' goin' on."
#dark
#erotic
114 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 1:15pm
28th Feb 2025 1:15pm
Wouldn't you do the same thing?
If I was going to do it, I would do it right
I would take some guys wife and kids
Do the whole torture and mutilation thing
Kind of like the film "Henry, Portrait of a Serial Killer"
You know what I mean
Really party down with them and then the real fun begins
They'd be in for some wild sex and humiliation
Throw in some agony and mayhem
And then they'll be wishing for death
And I'm the guy who will grant their wishes
While this is happening
I'll be documenting the whole thing
I would have the sex, the torture and death...
I would take some guys wife and kids
Do the whole torture and mutilation thing
Kind of like the film "Henry, Portrait of a Serial Killer"
You know what I mean
Really party down with them and then the real fun begins
They'd be in for some wild sex and humiliation
Throw in some agony and mayhem
And then they'll be wishing for death
And I'm the guy who will grant their wishes
While this is happening
I'll be documenting the whole thing
I would have the sex, the torture and death...
#death
#family
#horror
#ShortStory
#violence
80 reads
8 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 1:02pm
28th Feb 2025 1:02pm
The Doorway to Hell
That night I was extra super fucked up
Fallen through the bottom of my cup
Absolutely resolutely down in the dump
Smashing a liquor bottle on a tree stump
Fuck the world - Said in a whirl
Pining over my lost girl
Farther and farther away – Mile by mile
Sanity unseen in a while
Prepared to jump into traffic: Tragic
Or off a bridge or ridge: Manic
Anything to stop the chaos in my brain: Static
Something-anything: Automatic
So why the hell not visit the doorway to hell
A tree in a forest where every...
Fallen through the bottom of my cup
Absolutely resolutely down in the dump
Smashing a liquor bottle on a tree stump
Fuck the world - Said in a whirl
Pining over my lost girl
Farther and farther away – Mile by mile
Sanity unseen in a while
Prepared to jump into traffic: Tragic
Or off a bridge or ridge: Manic
Anything to stop the chaos in my brain: Static
Something-anything: Automatic
So why the hell not visit the doorway to hell
A tree in a forest where every...
#shadows
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1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 7:08am
28th Feb 2025 7:08am
Sepulchre Bloom
Come closer —
let me wear your breath like a veil,
soft as the static between prayers.
You press your name into my throat,
a black-flowered gospel blooming beneath glass skin.
I kneel —
mouth open, hands shaking,
drunk on the ache of you.
Every word I swallow carves you deeper —
sugar rot in the seams of my teeth.
Bury me in your ruin —
wrap me in the rhythm of your slow crucifixion.
Would you let me drown beneath you?
Would you carve a new name into my ribs
and leave me singing?
Hallowed. ...
let me wear your breath like a veil,
soft as the static between prayers.
You press your name into my throat,
a black-flowered gospel blooming beneath glass skin.
I kneel —
mouth open, hands shaking,
drunk on the ache of you.
Every word I swallow carves you deeper —
sugar rot in the seams of my teeth.
Bury me in your ruin —
wrap me in the rhythm of your slow crucifixion.
Would you let me drown beneath you?
Would you carve a new name into my ribs
and leave me singing?
Hallowed. ...
#dark
#disappointment
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
77 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 28th Feb 2025 5:42am
5th Oct 2019 5:54pm
5th Oct 2019 5:54pm
Disenvoweled
Yzybyl was a witch, a hater, a slayer, a butcher and slasher,
An ax wielding thrasher who cut up words and then ate ‘em
She hated them because she was missing vowels from her name,
So she made a game of it then went on a spree of murder and mayhem.
She’d tear letters apart at the heart of their lexicon and they were gone,
She was drawn to slaying poems and essays like there was no tomorrow,
Sl!c!ng one character at t!me, replac!ng them w!th a symbol or a s!gn,
Unt!l they were dead w!th dread and there was noth!ng left to borrow.
...
An ax wielding thrasher who cut up words and then ate ‘em
She hated them because she was missing vowels from her name,
So she made a game of it then went on a spree of murder and mayhem.
She’d tear letters apart at the heart of their lexicon and they were gone,
She was drawn to slaying poems and essays like there was no tomorrow,
Sl!c!ng one character at t!me, replac!ng them w!th a symbol or a s!gn,
Unt!l they were dead w!th dread and there was noth!ng left to borrow.
...
#scary
#monsters
#WritingPoetry
664 reads
10 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 5:18am
28th Feb 2025 5:18am
Throat Full of Glass
I've seen your face in the fever —
a bloom beneath black water,
your hands pulling constellations from my open mouth.
You wear stillness like a wound —
something holy, something breaking.
I would bleed to taste you —
split my throat on your name,
let the hymn of you hollow me out.
Every breath is a needle in the dark,
every prayer —
a slow crucifixion beneath your weight.
If I begged you to keep me,
would you wrap me in wire?
Would you carve my ruin
into something worth worshipping?
Or would you leave...
a bloom beneath black water,
your hands pulling constellations from my open mouth.
You wear stillness like a wound —
something holy, something breaking.
I would bleed to taste you —
split my throat on your name,
let the hymn of you hollow me out.
Every breath is a needle in the dark,
every prayer —
a slow crucifixion beneath your weight.
If I begged you to keep me,
would you wrap me in wire?
Would you carve my ruin
into something worth worshipping?
Or would you leave...
#bittersweet
#dark
#loneliness
#sadness
#shame
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Metropolis
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 11:26pm
27th Feb 2025 11:26pm
A Dark Rerun
he painted red white
but blue caused anxiety
blue brought out
the dark mood
his paint brush
avoided it when possible
it caused recollection
of her/
of grief and pain
_
the tree's still there
with leaves of memory
the rope hung limp
and quiet
before being removed
it held death
_
he was the youth
that caused her worry
that day
she wore blue
she went mental
now so is he ...
but blue caused anxiety
blue brought out
the dark mood
his paint brush
avoided it when possible
it caused recollection
of her/
of grief and pain
_
the tree's still there
with leaves of memory
the rope hung limp
and quiet
before being removed
it held death
_
he was the youth
that caused her worry
that day
she wore blue
she went mental
now so is he ...
#dark
#death
66 reads
SeanAbbey
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 11:03pm
27th Feb 2025 11:03pm
Long The Night
Lantern swinging long the night
consumed by echoes no one spoke
From a distance ransoming death
in constant sight through smoke
Wading deep into the depths
until haunting winds bite
consumed by echoes no one spoke
From a distance ransoming death
in constant sight through smoke
Wading deep into the depths
until haunting winds bite
#dark
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