Dark Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
adagio
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 3:08am
16th Jan 2025 3:08am
Ragpickers
"Save the last dance for me..."
I give thee my decaying peeling flesh ripe
as the tuberose, heavy perfumery leaking
from the vulva neutralizing the miasmas,
foaming, saving it for the ragpickers, like
curdled semen dripping from an abalone's
shell, crawling out of my grave, four
minutes after death
I give thee my decaying peeling flesh ripe
as the tuberose, heavy perfumery leaking
from the vulva neutralizing the miasmas,
foaming, saving it for the ragpickers, like
curdled semen dripping from an abalone's
shell, crawling out of my grave, four
minutes after death
#dark
#erotic
#scary
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adagio
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 10:16pm
15th Jan 2025 10:16pm
Classic Felony
Whoring my lobotomy
full frontal cranium
with classic felony
"Tying me kangaroo down"
bleeding pork belly
hemorrhaging
twilight's Muscatel
sipping the tea goiter
from the gallbladder
in the larder
"Tying me kangaroo down"
full frontal cranium
with classic felony
"Tying me kangaroo down"
bleeding pork belly
hemorrhaging
twilight's Muscatel
sipping the tea goiter
from the gallbladder
in the larder
"Tying me kangaroo down"
#dark
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 8:25pm
15th Jan 2025 8:25pm
Dark droplets
insomnia invocations fall through feather light leaving
necromantic shades seek seeping sleeping towards
he holds a seance where dormant night moths reborn
animate figures fade towards skulled silence as his scalpel moves
back forth making inceptions where once her hands
searching romance in crucified scriptures now drenched
knowing she is the grave hearth hart when their cup
runneth over from damp daggers trembling veined
her murderous mouth twined abys gasps love bled
a word in sacred secret name and death is...
necromantic shades seek seeping sleeping towards
he holds a seance where dormant night moths reborn
animate figures fade towards skulled silence as his scalpel moves
back forth making inceptions where once her hands
searching romance in crucified scriptures now drenched
knowing she is the grave hearth hart when their cup
runneth over from damp daggers trembling veined
her murderous mouth twined abys gasps love bled
a word in sacred secret name and death is...
#dark
#gothic
91 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 9:32pm
14th Jan 2025 9:32pm
the silent parts of this conversation are invisible
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#suicide
77 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 5:18pm
14th Jan 2025 5:18pm
Rorschach Zombie
Song of a rotting corpse in psychoanalysis
a narcissistic dreamer with an outburst of
mania with a cracked mind, hoosegow, decaying
antiquated parrot wanting a cracker with
a hideous impersonation of being human with
a leprous mask, stinking up the place but it's
your dime, listening to the song of a
rotting corpse
a narcissistic dreamer with an outburst of
mania with a cracked mind, hoosegow, decaying
antiquated parrot wanting a cracker with
a hideous impersonation of being human with
a leprous mask, stinking up the place but it's
your dime, listening to the song of a
rotting corpse
#dark
#emptiness
#hate
#hypocrisy
#loneliness
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2 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 9:27am
14th Jan 2025 9:27am
Epitaph-/ ode to Ran
when these shores
hearse sea horses
curved flaked foam
far faint breezes are at play
while winterly ghosts
sing sea gulled
we the walking sands
will remember them
finding thornless russets
where wild anemones arose
upon opening tides
we the waves
will soothe ears
with tears of a tar
embodied strumming lyres
where I behold no one
myself alone
beheld in vastness
sae sea she!
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
hearse sea horses
curved flaked foam
far faint breezes are at play
while winterly ghosts
sing sea gulled
we the walking sands
will remember them
finding thornless russets
where wild anemones arose
upon opening tides
we the waves
will soothe ears
with tears of a tar
embodied strumming lyres
where I behold no one
myself alone
beheld in vastness
sae sea she!
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
#dark
#water
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6 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 4:14am
14th Jan 2025 4:14am
False Dawn
Is this salvation, or another game?
A fire untamed, a voice unnamed.
I see it now, the golden light,
A fire burning through the night.
It calls my name, it speaks my truth,
A fragile promise, a reckless youth.
It lifts me high, it holds me near,
A fleeting love that hides the fear.
It feels like freedom, it feels divine,
A rushing flood, a crooked sign.
But every step, I lose my ground,
A tethered soul, forever bound.
It sings so sweet, it burns so bright,
But it’s just another endless night.
Is this...
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#loneliness
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1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 4:07am
14th Jan 2025 4:07am
Willing Prey
What are you, if not the end?
A faceless void I can’t defend.
I feel you creeping through my veins,
A silent hymn, a quiet pain.
You take, you twist, you pull apart,
My flesh, my soul, my beating heart.
I scream, I fight, but it’s in vain,
You are the dark I can’t contain.
You strip me down to raw decay,
And still, I kneel; I’m willing prey.
Your shadow crawls, it claims my skin—
The void begins where I begin.
No gods, no light, no path to run—
You are the night, I am undone.
I see you watching, cold and...
A faceless void I can’t defend.
I feel you creeping through my veins,
A silent hymn, a quiet pain.
You take, you twist, you pull apart,
My flesh, my soul, my beating heart.
I scream, I fight, but it’s in vain,
You are the dark I can’t contain.
You strip me down to raw decay,
And still, I kneel; I’m willing prey.
Your shadow crawls, it claims my skin—
The void begins where I begin.
No gods, no light, no path to run—
You are the night, I am undone.
I see you watching, cold and...
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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Nvmb
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 5:23pm
13th Jan 2025 5:23pm
Unmaking
Before the first breath, I was the end.
The silence no time could transcend.
I am the truth beneath all lies,
The death that swallows even skies.
There is no light, no spark, no flame—
Only the hollow that bears no name.
Do you hear it? The fading hum?
The pulse of all undone, undone.
I am the shadow, I am the maw,
The crack where every thought will fall.
I take, I unmake, I leave no scar—
The void eternal, where none are.
No voice, no form, no star will gleam—
I am the end of every dream.
You think...
The silence no time could transcend.
I am the truth beneath all lies,
The death that swallows even skies.
There is no light, no spark, no flame—
Only the hollow that bears no name.
Do you hear it? The fading hum?
The pulse of all undone, undone.
I am the shadow, I am the maw,
The crack where every thought will fall.
I take, I unmake, I leave no scar—
The void eternal, where none are.
No voice, no form, no star will gleam—
I am the end of every dream.
You think...
#apathy
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#fear
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Nvmb
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 5:18pm
13th Jan 2025 5:18pm
Beneath My Skin
I found you shivering in the dark,
A wounded thing, a dying spark.
I wrapped my hands around your flame,
Whispered love, and took your name.
You call it torment; I call it grace,
To leave my mark on every space.
You begged for peace; I gave you fire.
Your broken heart became my choir.
Fall into me—
I’ll make you whole.
Break yourself—
To heal your soul.
I am the hunger beneath your skin,
The sacred void where you begin.
I wear your pain like a second heart,
A tapestry I pulled apart.
You tried to...
A wounded thing, a dying spark.
I wrapped my hands around your flame,
Whispered love, and took your name.
You call it torment; I call it grace,
To leave my mark on every space.
You begged for peace; I gave you fire.
Your broken heart became my choir.
Fall into me—
I’ll make you whole.
Break yourself—
To heal your soul.
I am the hunger beneath your skin,
The sacred void where you begin.
I wear your pain like a second heart,
A tapestry I pulled apart.
You tried to...
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#loneliness
66 reads
1 Comment
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 2:49pm
13th Jan 2025 2:49pm
Echoes from Mordor
Ease my pains please Supremo..
Little girl if you read this hold a portrait on your wall of me the size jumbo..
Inside my condor making juice of an avocado..
Whoever sees me!
All they can say is;
Bravo!
I barely spent the night in Colorado
Seeking answers while been a Desperado..
When all is said and done..
I lay in bed in my condor doing El-Dorado
Lord, I beg you don't let me remain in Jail 'o.
Even though am sitting quietly playing a cello
I can hear you keep on calling and waving hello ...
Little girl if you read this hold a portrait on your wall of me the size jumbo..
Inside my condor making juice of an avocado..
Whoever sees me!
All they can say is;
Bravo!
I barely spent the night in Colorado
Seeking answers while been a Desperado..
When all is said and done..
I lay in bed in my condor doing El-Dorado
Lord, I beg you don't let me remain in Jail 'o.
Even though am sitting quietly playing a cello
I can hear you keep on calling and waving hello ...
#despair
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9 Comments
tree1325
tree
tree
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 4:00am
13th Jan 2025 4:00am
Currently
Drinking alone by a
dying fire, savoring the
warmth of the fading
embers. It's the only way
I could imagine spending
a night like this.
Arms bared, angry red
just like the last four coals
still shimmering amidst the
shadows and ash. A
fifth one emerges
brighter than ever before
diminishing suddenly.
Just like me, I
think bitterly, but
not as harsh as
the raw smoke
filling my lungs.
Every puff, every sip,
a pathetic, desperate
attempt to smother
what...
dying fire, savoring the
warmth of the fading
embers. It's the only way
I could imagine spending
a night like this.
Arms bared, angry red
just like the last four coals
still shimmering amidst the
shadows and ash. A
fifth one emerges
brighter than ever before
diminishing suddenly.
Just like me, I
think bitterly, but
not as harsh as
the raw smoke
filling my lungs.
Every puff, every sip,
a pathetic, desperate
attempt to smother
what...
#dark
#depression
#emotions #loneliness
#emotions #loneliness
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