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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:34pm
Yesterday 10:34pm
Twilight's Beguine - with Everavalon
Garments of nature woven by the winds
Fading into shadows of twilight's beguine
Unveiling sins haunting echoes of the night
Of the macabre's poetic brine
This cloth binds the envy of the whisperer
Fleeting unto chains with its breath
The moon glances lowly at these shadows
And measures the depth of its flesh
Fading into shadows of twilight's beguine
Unveiling sins haunting echoes of the night
Of the macabre's poetic brine
This cloth binds the envy of the whisperer
Fleeting unto chains with its breath
The moon glances lowly at these shadows
And measures the depth of its flesh
#collaboration
#dark
34 reads
2 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:01pm
Yesterday 10:01pm
Being (Of Flesh)
Flesh is the enemy that keeps me tied to the rotting earth
Flesh is the captor that sings me sweet promises of joy and freedom
I try to do away with flesh
But it clings to my skin and bones desperately
The foul stench of life is overbearing and bright
Red hot breath croaks its way out of lungs
Leaving a trail of blood everywhere I go as my flesh scrapes on the street
No matter how long I walk I may never reach bone
A person
Made of flesh and love
I am not
I am a human among people ...
Flesh is the captor that sings me sweet promises of joy and freedom
I try to do away with flesh
But it clings to my skin and bones desperately
The foul stench of life is overbearing and bright
Red hot breath croaks its way out of lungs
Leaving a trail of blood everywhere I go as my flesh scrapes on the street
No matter how long I walk I may never reach bone
A person
Made of flesh and love
I am not
I am a human among people ...
#apathy
#emptiness
#shame
26 reads
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:51pm
Yesterday 5:51pm
Finding My Ego
Finding self among woolsy in the pelts of twilight
listening to the echoes of the coyote where the
crickets bow hungering for the flesh of broken-down
old poets dismembering the dawn with another
coyote song lighting the inferno with another
cigarette and a bottle of tequila
listening to the echoes of the coyote where the
crickets bow hungering for the flesh of broken-down
old poets dismembering the dawn with another
coyote song lighting the inferno with another
cigarette and a bottle of tequila
#dark
#WritingPoetry
47 reads
4 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 5:12pm
19th Nov 2024 5:12pm
Lost Souls _ with "Adagio"
sunken within the consuming mist,
eyes turning blear,
mind clouded and vision dull
of lost souls in pantomime near,
echoing a fallen tear
hanging on to a shadow's hull.
eyes turning blear,
mind clouded and vision dull
of lost souls in pantomime near,
echoing a fallen tear
hanging on to a shadow's hull.
#FeelingLost
#collaboration
56 reads
9 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:06am
19th Nov 2024 1:06am
Green
It's the tides that breathe,
It's the trees.
Its the windows unwashed,
It's the way you said it.
You grip the side of the table,
You kick your legs wildly.
You look for an answer,
You don't hit anything.
It's the teeth still loose,
It's sleep still running,
It's the smell of my youth.
You tack a photo to the wall,
You smile the same way,
I look 2 inches taller.
It's the dreams still real,
It's the Halloween costumes,
It's the plastic spoons.
It's the way you said it,
You said it.
Said it like a name...
It's the trees.
Its the windows unwashed,
It's the way you said it.
You grip the side of the table,
You kick your legs wildly.
You look for an answer,
You don't hit anything.
It's the teeth still loose,
It's sleep still running,
It's the smell of my youth.
You tack a photo to the wall,
You smile the same way,
I look 2 inches taller.
It's the dreams still real,
It's the Halloween costumes,
It's the plastic spoons.
It's the way you said it,
You said it.
Said it like a name...
#bittersweet
#childhood
#sadness
48 reads
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adagio
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 00:48am
19th Nov 2024 00:48am
Jack
In a veiled chamber of decadent soul
of a pendulum's hypnotic rhapsody
played by the Whitechapel Ripper
a melody of poetic seduction
of a dark obsession spiraling
falling into the pit of insanity
confessing to a shadow incognito
in a veiled chamber of decadent soul
of a pendulum's hypnotic rhapsody
played by the Whitechapel Ripper
a melody of poetic seduction
of a dark obsession spiraling
falling into the pit of insanity
confessing to a shadow incognito
in a veiled chamber of decadent soul
#dark
#evil
#horror
71 reads
4 Comments
RCRayJr
Robert Ray
Robert Ray
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 9:52pm
18th Nov 2024 9:52pm
Soul of Sorrow
Hear my spirit cry out.
In the oceans of memory my soul swims.
I taste the remembrance of life,
Only to drown in the tears of regret.
Oh what pity and despair I share with shadows of forgotten entities of desolation.
For I’m doomed to an eternity of darkness and sadness
and loneliness, and the overwhelming desire to live again.
In the oceans of memory my soul swims.
I taste the remembrance of life,
Only to drown in the tears of regret.
Oh what pity and despair I share with shadows of forgotten entities of desolation.
For I’m doomed to an eternity of darkness and sadness
and loneliness, and the overwhelming desire to live again.
#despair
#emotional
#emptiness
#fear
#sadness
42 reads
5 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 4:52pm
18th Nov 2024 4:52pm
A Proxy For The Poxy Poxes
Make love
not war
Choices
Of the
pox
Or
a nuclear
black box
One is curable
with meds
The other
results
in multiple deads
by Jemia
not war
Choices
Of the
pox
Or
a nuclear
black box
One is curable
with meds
The other
results
in multiple deads
by Jemia
#death
#illness
#sex #war
#sex #war
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Everavalon
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 11:25am
18th Nov 2024 11:25am
Pry the light
Where morose fingers pry the light from my soul
Collecting the husks of glimmer
Meddling in the shimmer of locution
that recoils my words from their wisdom
Where sable embosses the eye
And moistens my breath
Where the bleakest desires pale circumstance
and the singlet of sorrow is crafted
When it seeps into your core
to paint you a portrait
Collecting the husks of glimmer
Meddling in the shimmer of locution
that recoils my words from their wisdom
Where sable embosses the eye
And moistens my breath
Where the bleakest desires pale circumstance
and the singlet of sorrow is crafted
When it seeps into your core
to paint you a portrait
#dark
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adagio
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 2:53am
18th Nov 2024 2:53am
Snaring Fools
Qbsessed with a dark quill and bizarre yolk
And Carrion in the inkwell snaring the fools
In naked flames a symphony of shadows
That never sleeps speaking in tongue with
A quill through the heart and abscessed mind
To entertain the narcissistic swine who can't
think for themselves
And Carrion in the inkwell snaring the fools
In naked flames a symphony of shadows
That never sleeps speaking in tongue with
A quill through the heart and abscessed mind
To entertain the narcissistic swine who can't
think for themselves
#dark
71 reads
7 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 1:00pm
17th Nov 2024 1:00pm
Artful drone
The knife that has cut me
recollects pain
My blood, the wine of sorrow
spills for each rank thought
and one sip lost to the seller of morrow
The rope I twine into a noose
complicates me
Seven coils to rid the toils of woe
Delve into the spaces between the fibres
And scribe your thoughts on each strand
Lest the words be forgotten
This pistol has planted a seed
A revolving simmer
The ground swells under its conclusion
Bloom for me
Swoon for me
Blossom in this shallow dusk
Climax at...
recollects pain
My blood, the wine of sorrow
spills for each rank thought
and one sip lost to the seller of morrow
The rope I twine into a noose
complicates me
Seven coils to rid the toils of woe
Delve into the spaces between the fibres
And scribe your thoughts on each strand
Lest the words be forgotten
This pistol has planted a seed
A revolving simmer
The ground swells under its conclusion
Bloom for me
Swoon for me
Blossom in this shallow dusk
Climax at...
#dark
#death
#SelfReflection
49 reads
2 Comments
Goldy-992
David Gold
David Gold
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 8:44am
17th Nov 2024 8:44am
I Walk The Line
I walk the line between confidence and suicide, A delicate balance, a tightrope to abide.
One step too far, and the fall is so deep, The darkness below, a secret I keep.
The world sees my strength, my unwavering stride, But inside, a battle rages, a war I can't hide.
Confidence, a mask I wear with such grace, Hiding the turmoil that dwells in this place.
The line is so thin, a razor's edge to tread, Uncertainty looms, a constant dread.
Yet, I press on, determined to find my way, Hoping to reach the light of a brighter day.
One step too far, and the fall is so deep, The darkness below, a secret I keep.
The world sees my strength, my unwavering stride, But inside, a battle rages, a war I can't hide.
Confidence, a mask I wear with such grace, Hiding the turmoil that dwells in this place.
The line is so thin, a razor's edge to tread, Uncertainty looms, a constant dread.
Yet, I press on, determined to find my way, Hoping to reach the light of a brighter day.
#depression
#suicide
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