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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:53pm
Yesterday 11:53pm
Blood On The Moon
(Verse 1
Shadows lengthen, whispers rise,
The moon bleeds crimson in my eyes.
Ancient sigils, carved in bone,
A ritual's calling, you’re not alone.
Black candles flicker, casting shade,
Where secrets fester, and souls are made.
From dusty grimoires, words ignite,
A pact with darkness, in the dead of night.
The air grows thick, a chilling breeze,
Carrying echoes of forgotten pleas.
No turning back now, the circle's drawn,
The blood of the moon, at twilight's dawn.
(Chorus
Blood of the moon! A sacrifice!
Twisted...
Shadows lengthen, whispers rise,
The moon bleeds crimson in my eyes.
Ancient sigils, carved in bone,
A ritual's calling, you’re not alone.
Black candles flicker, casting shade,
Where secrets fester, and souls are made.
From dusty grimoires, words ignite,
A pact with darkness, in the dead of night.
The air grows thick, a chilling breeze,
Carrying echoes of forgotten pleas.
No turning back now, the circle's drawn,
The blood of the moon, at twilight's dawn.
(Chorus
Blood of the moon! A sacrifice!
Twisted...
#dark
#witches
42 reads
2 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:16pm
Yesterday 7:16pm
Fire Dancer
Fire dancer, necromancer
come now death unto my interlude
now sojourning, the fields are burning
taste the breath of my solitude
Naysayer, demon slayer
avert your eyes of harvest guilt
for it is said, the blind lead the dead
to the edge of the flower’s wilt
Cut the skin to bleed again
even a carcass bears its scars
so cast thy runes to cryptic tunes
to wash away the light of stars
Wade the river to deliver
a price now given for the keep
I am at peace for now I cease
the soul forever yours to reap ...
come now death unto my interlude
now sojourning, the fields are burning
taste the breath of my solitude
Naysayer, demon slayer
avert your eyes of harvest guilt
for it is said, the blind lead the dead
to the edge of the flower’s wilt
Cut the skin to bleed again
even a carcass bears its scars
so cast thy runes to cryptic tunes
to wash away the light of stars
Wade the river to deliver
a price now given for the keep
I am at peace for now I cease
the soul forever yours to reap ...
#dark
8 reads
3 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:05pm
Yesterday 5:05pm
Ain't no Pine Tar
Ain't no pine tar now that you are gone as your shadow lingers
across my weary bones with fingers of decay and dead leaves
as asphalt crumbles like old crones whispering secrets in the
moon's footsteps where once you were warm in your Caddy
shack now cold as the winds in a forgotten farewell your
beloved a thousand night as sentinel ain't no pine tar now that
you are gone now a dark bloody lonely road
across my weary bones with fingers of decay and dead leaves
as asphalt crumbles like old crones whispering secrets in the
moon's footsteps where once you were warm in your Caddy
shack now cold as the winds in a forgotten farewell your
beloved a thousand night as sentinel ain't no pine tar now that
you are gone now a dark bloody lonely road
#dark
#erotic
#love
42 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:21pm
Yesterday 2:21pm
Evermore
Here in this wraith with no breath to borrow
death is but a silence echoing the ravens
with no more whispers of insanity, nevermore
just lullabies fading to ghostly oblivion
only silence in this void taking up spaces
in death, wanderer to be for in stillness
we find the dead, evermore
death is but a silence echoing the ravens
with no more whispers of insanity, nevermore
just lullabies fading to ghostly oblivion
only silence in this void taking up spaces
in death, wanderer to be for in stillness
we find the dead, evermore
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
41 reads
2 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 5:46pm
14th Feb 2025 5:46pm
letter to a narcissist
I was never a spy
in your house of love
rather here
in this room
called death
you are my martyr
I am his concubine
eros still rattles
our broken bones
entwined
dancing towards
the music of his
knuckles
in blackened blues
we mime our love
transforming
our blistering aches
yet we know not
their history
if we closed our eyes
how then can pain
ask for forgiveness
trauma hangs upon...
in your house of love
rather here
in this room
called death
you are my martyr
I am his concubine
eros still rattles
our broken bones
entwined
dancing towards
the music of his
knuckles
in blackened blues
we mime our love
transforming
our blistering aches
yet we know not
their history
if we closed our eyes
how then can pain
ask for forgiveness
trauma hangs upon...
#shadows
63 reads
6 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 8:42pm
13th Feb 2025 8:42pm
gravel in the grave (with Adagio)
Romancing the craters potholes
of wishing wells and tar pits
another bump in the road
and not just a mirage
fading to black
through the asphalt of pain
deep in the cobblestones
and the gravel in the grave
You're easy to love
when you're lying
I paint these prison walls
with murals of freedom
and dream just to hallucinate
remembering the taste you
before you spit burning asphalt
into my mouth
and burned my voice to black
of wishing wells and tar pits
another bump in the road
and not just a mirage
fading to black
through the asphalt of pain
deep in the cobblestones
and the gravel in the grave
You're easy to love
when you're lying
I paint these prison walls
with murals of freedom
and dream just to hallucinate
remembering the taste you
before you spit burning asphalt
into my mouth
and burned my voice to black
#dark
#loneliness
36 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 11:54am
13th Feb 2025 11:54am
Vessels of Home Brew
A symphony in shadows and secret spells convening in the convent
with chatoyant eyes and that of ancient crones weaving sacraments
and quilting with gnarly flickering needles
Wrapped in dusk gathering the cawing crows of haunting echoes East
of Eden and south of The Mason Dixie Line where the asphalt bubbles
in a cauldron of sin... Playing, "Misty" for me
From deep within, the moon's fickle claws reflecting in the broth
simmering sympathy for the old crones knees genuflecting to
vessels of the home brew ladling the Roux
...
with chatoyant eyes and that of ancient crones weaving sacraments
and quilting with gnarly flickering needles
Wrapped in dusk gathering the cawing crows of haunting echoes East
of Eden and south of The Mason Dixie Line where the asphalt bubbles
in a cauldron of sin... Playing, "Misty" for me
From deep within, the moon's fickle claws reflecting in the broth
simmering sympathy for the old crones knees genuflecting to
vessels of the home brew ladling the Roux
...
#dark
#erotic
69 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 1:23am
13th Feb 2025 1:23am
On my way to Sayonara
On yellowed pages where chaos lingers whispering innuendos
spilling the beans of kudos and raucous lewd absurdity
crunching the numbers on the dark's abacus on my way to
Sayonara
by way of the bamboo tonguing, the edges of immortality
of my debaucheries, deep desire found in the crevasses
indulging me with your pork pie
with fractured jesters dripping my Sake in the moonlight
of the decadent, lotus rose by way of Albuquerque
I pledge you my flesh wearing my johnny coat of insanity
on my way to Sayonara ...
spilling the beans of kudos and raucous lewd absurdity
crunching the numbers on the dark's abacus on my way to
Sayonara
by way of the bamboo tonguing, the edges of immortality
of my debaucheries, deep desire found in the crevasses
indulging me with your pork pie
with fractured jesters dripping my Sake in the moonlight
of the decadent, lotus rose by way of Albuquerque
I pledge you my flesh wearing my johnny coat of insanity
on my way to Sayonara ...
#dark
#erotic
55 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 3:35am
12th Feb 2025 3:35am
Ain't No Sunshine
"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone"
her ghost of ashes turned to stone
haunting refrain in depths farewell
in the twilight where shadows linger
holding secrets on the edge of dreams
with an unfiltered dark symphony
and in whispers she hears her name
"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone"
her ghost of ashes turned to stone
haunting refrain in depths farewell
in the twilight where shadows linger
holding secrets on the edge of dreams
with an unfiltered dark symphony
and in whispers she hears her name
"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone"
#dark
#ghosts
#love
56 reads
3 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 5:37pm
11th Feb 2025 5:37pm
history called celestial faces
Eons ago
I saw your countenance
cadenced by a candle
transmuted embers
sleeper you have beckoned me
wider wiser deeper
for a moment
we stopped
looking through
a lulling luring lens
speaking
I ask you to begin
let go, let go
apple of my eyes
dark forlorn forgiving
reignited
our dream bodies
billowed around...
I saw your countenance
cadenced by a candle
transmuted embers
sleeper you have beckoned me
wider wiser deeper
for a moment
we stopped
looking through
a lulling luring lens
speaking
I ask you to begin
let go, let go
apple of my eyes
dark forlorn forgiving
reignited
our dream bodies
billowed around...
#women
#symbolism
66 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 1:49pm
11th Feb 2025 1:49pm
Clad as a Jester
A hunting whisper of a shadow's echo
"as I walk a mile for a Camel cigarette"
unhinged in these hollowed halls
cloaked in a velvet shroud
clad as Jester
as I wander in insanity's labyrinth
unhinged in madness cradle
listening to the strings of death
tormenting my soul
with a specter of the past
"as I walk a mile for a Camel cigarette"
clad as jester
now a narcistic imbecile
without a clue
"as I walk a mile for a Camel cigarette"
unhinged in these hollowed halls
cloaked in a velvet shroud
clad as Jester
as I wander in insanity's labyrinth
unhinged in madness cradle
listening to the strings of death
tormenting my soul
with a specter of the past
"as I walk a mile for a Camel cigarette"
clad as jester
now a narcistic imbecile
without a clue
#dark
#dreams
#ghosts
57 reads
0 Comments
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