Least Read Dark Poems
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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Black Cat
Snow angels in blood
Something warm for a cold day
I am the black cat
Something warm for a cold day
I am the black cat
#haiku
#senryu
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PAIN
She extended her hand
Into the bottomless gutter
Welcoming me to a foreign land
A deserted and desolate lover
I embraced her thorns
Till they prickled my heart
Her beautiful emptiness took many forms
I stared into her darkness like a statue of art
She exalted my sorrow
Ushering me to a derelict shack
Infusing my embers to swallow the morrow
Seducing my anguish to saturate the black
She stitched up my soul
But let the scars fester
Tasted my flesh until it was coal
Taking me to heights I could not have measured
The...
Into the bottomless gutter
Welcoming me to a foreign land
A deserted and desolate lover
I embraced her thorns
Till they prickled my heart
Her beautiful emptiness took many forms
I stared into her darkness like a statue of art
She exalted my sorrow
Ushering me to a derelict shack
Infusing my embers to swallow the morrow
Seducing my anguish to saturate the black
She stitched up my soul
But let the scars fester
Tasted my flesh until it was coal
Taking me to heights I could not have measured
The...
#strength
#dark
#redemption
#bittersweet
#NaPoWriMo2020
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Abandonment Issues
I tear into my chest
With my bare hand and nails
Extracting my heart from my breast
I must know all its tales
It beats in my clutch
A seasoned hostage all black and blue
Cold hearted to my touch
Riddled with tiny worms where scar tissue grew
The sewage that seeped from its chambers
Emitted a strong foul must
Ordaining us perfect strangers
A never-ending martyr of trust
The blood that once jogged red
Was now corrupted and black
Conjuring envy as it spread
Consuming its bitterness in its own payback
I slowly applied...
With my bare hand and nails
Extracting my heart from my breast
I must know all its tales
It beats in my clutch
A seasoned hostage all black and blue
Cold hearted to my touch
Riddled with tiny worms where scar tissue grew
The sewage that seeped from its chambers
Emitted a strong foul must
Ordaining us perfect strangers
A never-ending martyr of trust
The blood that once jogged red
Was now corrupted and black
Conjuring envy as it spread
Consuming its bitterness in its own payback
I slowly applied...
#sadness
#anger
#hate
#loneliness
#NaPoWriMo2020
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Lost
I'm carving letters
each superimposed upon the last
digging deeper
Ancient runes, scratching and clawing
until a heart exposed, bleeds
Pain was always our love language
words once medicinal, lacerate
I am but a wound, weeping
You were not alone
I will never be whole
Lost
each superimposed upon the last
digging deeper
Ancient runes, scratching and clawing
until a heart exposed, bleeds
Pain was always our love language
words once medicinal, lacerate
I am but a wound, weeping
You were not alone
I will never be whole
Lost
#regret
#sadness
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Seeds Planted at Night
The nightmares bare the stench
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
#nightmares
#PTSD
#soldiers #war
#soldiers #war
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Contract Killer
I’m covered in blood
I suppose it was a slight angular
miscalculation as I was aiming
solely for the subclavicular artery
but somehow it’s bleeding into
the esophagus and coughing blood
in my face
It was a mistake, they happen
usually not to me, but then here we are
fortunately for me I keep a spare Tyvek
suit in the truck, safe until
the shower
I used to be much cleaner, long range,
pink mist voila, but the world changes
and fewer out here care to get wet
so I fill the gap, I mean it’s a living ...
I suppose it was a slight angular
miscalculation as I was aiming
solely for the subclavicular artery
but somehow it’s bleeding into
the esophagus and coughing blood
in my face
It was a mistake, they happen
usually not to me, but then here we are
fortunately for me I keep a spare Tyvek
suit in the truck, safe until
the shower
I used to be much cleaner, long range,
pink mist voila, but the world changes
and fewer out here care to get wet
so I fill the gap, I mean it’s a living ...
#dark
#funny
#parody
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8. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
My feet feel gravity un-gilled. They shuffle
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...
#dark
#funny
#monsters #dating
#monsters #dating
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me ...
Picking up the pieces of my heart
Arranging them to fit back
Glue in hand ... wondering
How to fill the widened gaps
Hearing siren song on the breeze
Wondering if it's for me
Trying to fit these damn pieces
Struggling to get back there to what was me
Un-phased un-synced me
Trying to fit inside of the old
The template is off kilter
The matrix has gone cold
The sun is high
But will there be enough heat
In winter's frozen sky
To jumpstart the broken pieces that are still part of me ... ...
Arranging them to fit back
Glue in hand ... wondering
How to fill the widened gaps
Hearing siren song on the breeze
Wondering if it's for me
Trying to fit these damn pieces
Struggling to get back there to what was me
Un-phased un-synced me
Trying to fit inside of the old
The template is off kilter
The matrix has gone cold
The sun is high
But will there be enough heat
In winter's frozen sky
To jumpstart the broken pieces that are still part of me ... ...
#love
#healing
#hurt
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Unleashed
The decaying of resolve twists animosities into
atrocities, swimming in a red colored mind
pounding against the floodgates of sanity,
if they would only stop talking
In the air, the stench of their condescending
sillage remains, as the flames grow deep in
the forges of anger, laughter at the images of
straw men on fire
It is increasingly difficult to walk the tightrope
in the winds of constant negativity and the
eternal onslaught of jeers and false accusations
it's not paranoia you gas-lighting fucks
Just breathe,...
atrocities, swimming in a red colored mind
pounding against the floodgates of sanity,
if they would only stop talking
In the air, the stench of their condescending
sillage remains, as the flames grow deep in
the forges of anger, laughter at the images of
straw men on fire
It is increasingly difficult to walk the tightrope
in the winds of constant negativity and the
eternal onslaught of jeers and false accusations
it's not paranoia you gas-lighting fucks
Just breathe,...
#anger
#bullying
#revenge
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Come and See
I’m the dimly lit alley,
the grit born of the sidewalks and
asphalt, an uneasy feeling, a city breeze
that whispers something bad is going
to happen
Come and see…
the grit born of the sidewalks and
asphalt, an uneasy feeling, a city breeze
that whispers something bad is going
to happen
Come and see…
#anger
#city
#violence
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Taste the Blade
See the pack of lies
ravenous wolves in wool sweaters
running on the ice within your eyes
until they fall to their deaths in
fake tears
Years ago I would have thought you
beautiful, but now I smell the horses
breath upon you and see the trampled
bodies over your shoulder, you’re a
liar and I hate you
A hatred that burns and leaves my
heart branded, it beats to the tempo
of war drums in the distance, I lose
myself in the smoke and choke on
the childhood memories
Your future is apocalyptic ...
ravenous wolves in wool sweaters
running on the ice within your eyes
until they fall to their deaths in
fake tears
Years ago I would have thought you
beautiful, but now I smell the horses
breath upon you and see the trampled
bodies over your shoulder, you’re a
liar and I hate you
A hatred that burns and leaves my
heart branded, it beats to the tempo
of war drums in the distance, I lose
myself in the smoke and choke on
the childhood memories
Your future is apocalyptic ...
#anger
#dark
#frustration #hate
#frustration #hate
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Where's My Baby?
Part 1
They drug her by her hair
She kicked and screamed in despair
They bound her hands and feet
They carried her inside a bloody sheet
They threw her on a stump
Forcing her to position in a slump
They tore the sheet from round her head
A trio of sixes slowly bled
She sneered at her captives
In a language of madness
She vowed to exact revenge
Her words became a poisonous syringe
She mocked the performing priest
Her hatred for him increased
He bellowed the biblical scriptures
As the mass chanted the...
They drug her by her hair
She kicked and screamed in despair
They bound her hands and feet
They carried her inside a bloody sheet
They threw her on a stump
Forcing her to position in a slump
They tore the sheet from round her head
A trio of sixes slowly bled
She sneered at her captives
In a language of madness
She vowed to exact revenge
Her words became a poisonous syringe
She mocked the performing priest
Her hatred for him increased
He bellowed the biblical scriptures
As the mass chanted the...
#hate
#dark
#evil
#holiday
#witches
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