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.
SommersWill
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 5:33pm
10th Apr 2025 5:33pm
A Word From Death
So,” Death says.
“Yes, please, now. I have the courage now.”
The tremor in my voice betrays me.
I hold out my hand. Pleading.
The blackness under Death’s hood watches me.
They say nothing.
It means everything.
“Just let them find out gently. Please let them heal well, and we - I - will just… go. Now. Get ahead of the rush.”
My arm aches from begging for their hand.
“Please. I will go back to being a coward soon. But right now. Right now you can take me. Willingly.”
My throat has...
“Yes, please, now. I have the courage now.”
The tremor in my voice betrays me.
I hold out my hand. Pleading.
The blackness under Death’s hood watches me.
They say nothing.
It means everything.
“Just let them find out gently. Please let them heal well, and we - I - will just… go. Now. Get ahead of the rush.”
My arm aches from begging for their hand.
“Please. I will go back to being a coward soon. But right now. Right now you can take me. Willingly.”
My throat has...
#death
#suicide
#depression #hope
#depression #hope
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 3:04am
3rd Apr 2025 3:04am
Nix (The Goddess of Night)
Mm.. where are you
I inhale your scent wandering in the sway of the nocturnal breeze
Exhaling, only to hear the faint pulsate of your heart
Sexual therapeutics to my intellect with hushed voices, so faint
The aura of your persona veiled unto me
Step forward so I can read the beautiful lingo of spoken words to swoon
Oh, how it resonates beyond the illumination of my Hunter’s moon
Your beautiful temple suffices the banquet of my harvesting I gather
For a beautiful sepia page upon a time
If I close my eyes, will you...
I inhale your scent wandering in the sway of the nocturnal breeze
Exhaling, only to hear the faint pulsate of your heart
Sexual therapeutics to my intellect with hushed voices, so faint
The aura of your persona veiled unto me
Step forward so I can read the beautiful lingo of spoken words to swoon
Oh, how it resonates beyond the illumination of my Hunter’s moon
Your beautiful temple suffices the banquet of my harvesting I gather
For a beautiful sepia page upon a time
If I close my eyes, will you...
#mythology
#night
#passion
#sun
#water
229 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:51am
1st Apr 2025 8:51am
we should have seen
we had it coming
looking at pictures of an empty Piccadilly Circus
or the Eifel Tower in Paris is empty of life except
for police cars cruising to fine anyone breaking the law.
The emptiness is enormous and frightening to think
how quickly humankind can disappear forever
When the pandemic is over, there might be another one.
Millions of people all over the world rotting in their homes
the disappearance of humans is a near reality.
The only hope is that we lived a tolerable good life.
The future will consist of animals hunting each other. ...
looking at pictures of an empty Piccadilly Circus
or the Eifel Tower in Paris is empty of life except
for police cars cruising to fine anyone breaking the law.
The emptiness is enormous and frightening to think
how quickly humankind can disappear forever
When the pandemic is over, there might be another one.
Millions of people all over the world rotting in their homes
the disappearance of humans is a near reality.
The only hope is that we lived a tolerable good life.
The future will consist of animals hunting each other. ...
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#denial
#despair
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 6:54pm
31st Mar 2025 6:54pm
Metallic Taste of Blood
I interlace my fingers around your dream
wringing out drops of apathy that tickle my
tongue, licking my lips tasting the salt of
your humanity and the sweet flavor of inner
demons
That metallic taste of your womanhood moves
my blood, desire for you has never waned it
merely shifts into the many dimensions of space
that form my personal hell.
Wishing my lips could touch more than your words
I writhe in the discomfort of our poetry, bleeding
myself into the quill, I long to become the poem,
something loved in the blackest...
wringing out drops of apathy that tickle my
tongue, licking my lips tasting the salt of
your humanity and the sweet flavor of inner
demons
That metallic taste of your womanhood moves
my blood, desire for you has never waned it
merely shifts into the many dimensions of space
that form my personal hell.
Wishing my lips could touch more than your words
I writhe in the discomfort of our poetry, bleeding
myself into the quill, I long to become the poem,
something loved in the blackest...
#dark
#romantic
13 reads
3 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 7:02pm
29th Mar 2025 7:02pm
The Black
I saw beauty in her coldness
tears freezing into diamonds
cutting the glass of the self imposed
box I lived in as they fell
finally freed we danced until
the universe died
Now we only whisper in
the black reaching for each
other forever
tears freezing into diamonds
cutting the glass of the self imposed
box I lived in as they fell
finally freed we danced until
the universe died
Now we only whisper in
the black reaching for each
other forever
#dark
15 reads
6 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 2:00pm
25th Mar 2025 2:00pm
Dead Inside
to say i'm utterly
devastated is an
understatement
i feel crushed
The day after
i saw our home
will be closing
its doors i was
told Two of my
supportworkers
will have to stop
due to protocols
and regulations
the government
who Wants more
money & power
they always do
it means i'll lose
3/4 of my support
system including
the deep site my
lifeline & you guys
everything familiar
feels like i'm walking
on...
devastated is an
understatement
i feel crushed
The day after
i saw our home
will be closing
its doors i was
told Two of my
supportworkers
will have to stop
due to protocols
and regulations
the government
who Wants more
money & power
they always do
it means i'll lose
3/4 of my support
system including
the deep site my
lifeline & you guys
everything familiar
feels like i'm walking
on...
#dark
#depression
198 reads
20 Comments
rksingh
Poem Published
24th Mar 2025 6:41am
24th Mar 2025 6:41am
COVID-19
Punitive
corona virus--
lépreuse
some say it's invasion
the barbarian without
quarantined
I clear my throat
behind the face mask
breathe in unknown viruses
suffer new repressions
now lockdown
cut off life:
castration
Hugo said monasticism
resisting death
--R K Singh
corona virus--
lépreuse
some say it's invasion
the barbarian without
quarantined
I clear my throat
behind the face mask
breathe in unknown viruses
suffer new repressions
now lockdown
cut off life:
castration
Hugo said monasticism
resisting death
--R K Singh
#illness
#pandemic
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Duende
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 2:00pm
18th Mar 2025 2:00pm
Rising Up
the world today
is a mess, life is
crazy & people
can be selfish
this is the time
to get our power
back, say stop to
those politicians
your brain is too
slow, the cracks
in your smile are
beginning to show
time you should go
those lyrics are so
empowering epic
fuckitude boost
sing it with other
Archive admirers
is freaking mighty
to be at a venue
cheering yelling
fuck you anyway
chanting 'fuck you'
is not...
is a mess, life is
crazy & people
can be selfish
this is the time
to get our power
back, say stop to
those politicians
your brain is too
slow, the cracks
in your smile are
beginning to show
time you should go
those lyrics are so
empowering epic
fuckitude boost
sing it with other
Archive admirers
is freaking mighty
to be at a venue
cheering yelling
fuck you anyway
chanting 'fuck you'
is not...
#politics
#power
178 reads
18 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 2:00pm
15th Mar 2025 2:00pm
My Bones
"Sleep" hits me
deep in my core
brings me chills
and moves me
makes me tear
up surrender to
their poetic vibe
carried by their
lyrics & voices
i feel the ache
i need to sleep
it's been a week
afraid of what's
down there of
the hurt inside
and i can't hide
i need serenity
some quietness
the anxiety rises
i feel the hits in the
silence of my soul &
the marrow of my bones
deep in my core
brings me chills
and moves me
makes me tear
up surrender to
their poetic vibe
carried by their
lyrics & voices
i feel the ache
i need to sleep
it's been a week
afraid of what's
down there of
the hurt inside
and i can't hide
i need serenity
some quietness
the anxiety rises
i feel the hits in the
silence of my soul &
the marrow of my bones
#loneliness
#sleep
211 reads
14 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 5:32pm
12th Mar 2025 5:32pm
Straight Up
I still stand straight up
dry fucked by the universe
bad memories pour over me
sticky like blood
Sour but still salty
just the rim of a margarita glass
tongue lashed and drank in kind
a tore down rebuilt Frankenstein
Everything slips from hand
I don’t understand any of it
the beauty is I don’t have to
the whole of existence can shove it
A blip in the space time continuum
ruling my own universe
conversely eluding any form of realty
straight up constant duality
dry fucked by the universe
bad memories pour over me
sticky like blood
Sour but still salty
just the rim of a margarita glass
tongue lashed and drank in kind
a tore down rebuilt Frankenstein
Everything slips from hand
I don’t understand any of it
the beauty is I don’t have to
the whole of existence can shove it
A blip in the space time continuum
ruling my own universe
conversely eluding any form of realty
straight up constant duality
#dark
16 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 10:07pm
11th Mar 2025 10:07pm
ISIS in power
Syria’s new rulers
I’m going out to buy two onions, flowers for my wife, and a box of red wine for no one in particular; since I’m the only one in the house who drinks wine, I guess I have to drink it myself
The checkout woman looked like Assad’s wife
Which made me think of the thousands of prisoners in his dungeon; they have disappeared. There could not have been so many; after all, perhaps it was a hall lined with mirrors.
The Alawites, Druids, and Christians, not that are murdered by the thousands, many hides in the Russian base, not the newspapers say anything about,...
I’m going out to buy two onions, flowers for my wife, and a box of red wine for no one in particular; since I’m the only one in the house who drinks wine, I guess I have to drink it myself
The checkout woman looked like Assad’s wife
Which made me think of the thousands of prisoners in his dungeon; they have disappeared. There could not have been so many; after all, perhaps it was a hall lined with mirrors.
The Alawites, Druids, and Christians, not that are murdered by the thousands, many hides in the Russian base, not the newspapers say anything about,...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#confusion
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Duende
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 2:00pm
8th Mar 2025 2:00pm
The Lights
fatal mind fetal
pose dying to
find my home
afraid to feel
to hear to see
it hurts to face
it hurts to erase
the pain kills me
eats me inside
it hurts to hide
tired of fighting
& of being alive
afraid of the dark
the demons inside
the night & light it
hurts to wake up
i curl my back to
loneliness hide
inside their riffs
and cries try to
forget who i was
Archive hears me
where no one does
pose dying to
find my home
afraid to feel
to hear to see
it hurts to face
it hurts to erase
the pain kills me
eats me inside
it hurts to hide
tired of fighting
& of being alive
afraid of the dark
the demons inside
the night & light it
hurts to wake up
i curl my back to
loneliness hide
inside their riffs
and cries try to
forget who i was
Archive hears me
where no one does
#depression
#suicide
210 reads
14 Comments
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