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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
Today 8:38am
Today 8:38am
hollow clouds of depression
my palms burned as soon as I touched the snow
my eyes were blinded by the moonlight
emotions were suppressed under the burden of misunderstanding
relationships caught fire due to the terror of the sun
my walls were lost in emptiness due to the flock of clouds
my dreams drowned in the river of night flowing in the sky
my sleep bloomed like a black lotus in the pillow filled with sadness
my eyes turned pink due to the embrace of depression
the dust of the entire city settled on my face that was clean for...
my eyes were blinded by the moonlight
emotions were suppressed under the burden of misunderstanding
relationships caught fire due to the terror of the sun
my walls were lost in emptiness due to the flock of clouds
my dreams drowned in the river of night flowing in the sky
my sleep bloomed like a black lotus in the pillow filled with sadness
my eyes turned pink due to the embrace of depression
the dust of the entire city settled on my face that was clean for...
#disappointment
#emptiness
#sadness
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 6:46pm
11th Dec 2024 6:46pm
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
6 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 11:45am
11th Dec 2024 11:45am
canary bird
A canary bird in its cage placed near a window
a leafy tree of spring, where lesser sparrows sat
wished for the mystical word, freedom
Was the freedom the canary bird saw real or not
constructed by an AI method, like the journalist
in a famous newspaper had seen a clip where
her husband was eating lettuce with a rabbit
Ai, opens up a scary world, where fake is true
and we can't know the difference
The eyes seeing us are blind, they have no life
and do not know they are construct
but human-like robots might in time develop
a...
a leafy tree of spring, where lesser sparrows sat
wished for the mystical word, freedom
Was the freedom the canary bird saw real or not
constructed by an AI method, like the journalist
in a famous newspaper had seen a clip where
her husband was eating lettuce with a rabbit
Ai, opens up a scary world, where fake is true
and we can't know the difference
The eyes seeing us are blind, they have no life
and do not know they are construct
but human-like robots might in time develop
a...
#regret
#rejection
#sadness #shame
#sadness #shame
9 reads
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 2:16pm
10th Dec 2024 2:16pm
Alchemic love song
Someone blew into sulfer
sand sculptures rose
from benevolent strangers hands
lunations ago each psalm
of your palms
as you peeled syllables
from mine eyelids
we witnessed serpent eggs
hatched by bleeding moons
as animate earth beckons
our ears listened
to totemic death chants
spelled by swan necked light
we engraved our blackened lips
in each casket
a sycophant echo
my thespian shade
together with these visions
this sarcophagus
reveals ...
sand sculptures rose
from benevolent strangers hands
lunations ago each psalm
of your palms
as you peeled syllables
from mine eyelids
we witnessed serpent eggs
hatched by bleeding moons
as animate earth beckons
our ears listened
to totemic death chants
spelled by swan necked light
we engraved our blackened lips
in each casket
a sycophant echo
my thespian shade
together with these visions
this sarcophagus
reveals ...
#mythology
39 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 10:02pm
9th Dec 2024 10:02pm
Sardonic Narco
Sardonic narco illicit aphrodisiac, gathering fools
and marionettes of depraved narcissistic minds
in the classic shadow of a rhododendron.
Dancing in the primal, tall, dark, and intimate
of nonsensical risque with the cloak of insanity.
Reclining on the twilight Bergerac of decadent
souls, sardonic narco illicit aphrodisiac.
and marionettes of depraved narcissistic minds
in the classic shadow of a rhododendron.
Dancing in the primal, tall, dark, and intimate
of nonsensical risque with the cloak of insanity.
Reclining on the twilight Bergerac of decadent
souls, sardonic narco illicit aphrodisiac.
#dark
#erotic
59 reads
2 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 7:01pm
9th Dec 2024 7:01pm
Black and Red
It asked how I feel inside
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
#dark
#MentalHealth
#murder
10 reads
3 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:56pm
9th Dec 2024 1:56pm
Despicable Crow
Beneath crevasses of broken stones
till death fills the empty shadows
with the grave's sharpest spade
in a plumed head of tomorrow
and wings of a despicable crow
staring at me with debauchery
devouring morsels and souls
beneath crevasses of broken stones
till death fills the empty shadows
with the grave's sharpest spade
in a plumed head of tomorrow
and wings of a despicable crow
staring at me with debauchery
devouring morsels and souls
beneath crevasses of broken stones
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
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adagio
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 5:58pm
6th Dec 2024 5:58pm
Covert Narcissist
"Deep is the tool of the fascist fool..."
centurion of the soul's nocturnal rhapsody
Wearing a shadow of insanity into antiquity
from the blood of the usher slowly rising
In the twilight's silence of the harp's cello
with no time to linger on the quill's omission
dripping indigo from the mind of a covert
narcissist...decaying
centurion of the soul's nocturnal rhapsody
Wearing a shadow of insanity into antiquity
from the blood of the usher slowly rising
In the twilight's silence of the harp's cello
with no time to linger on the quill's omission
dripping indigo from the mind of a covert
narcissist...decaying
#dark
#gothic
102 reads
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Everavalon
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 11:29am
5th Dec 2024 11:29am
Misspent
Strife is consistent through life and through trap
Where the eyes are insistent the misspent are scrap
Fragmented sorrow all measured in will
A lilt of endeavour to heighten the thrill
The spaces between us; we huddle, on cue
The faces that root us, all muddied and blue
The treasure, inflicted, by rust and decline
A tormented soul with a nick in their spine
Wandering lowly, wherefore does it scald
On the tip of the temple where sadness is mulled
Where the eyes are insistent the misspent are scrap
Fragmented sorrow all measured in will
A lilt of endeavour to heighten the thrill
The spaces between us; we huddle, on cue
The faces that root us, all muddied and blue
The treasure, inflicted, by rust and decline
A tormented soul with a nick in their spine
Wandering lowly, wherefore does it scald
On the tip of the temple where sadness is mulled
#dark
55 reads
0 Comments
Loverwhispering
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 7:02pm
4th Dec 2024 7:02pm
Regrets
Regrets…
So many...
More to come...
So many...
More to come...
#regret
55 reads
1 Comment
Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
The Doom of Progressive Anatomy
Extending the life of those trapped in subjugation,
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
#dark
#dystopian
#evil
#horror
#scifi
67 reads
1 Comment
Everavalon
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 11:19pm
2nd Dec 2024 11:19pm
Dusk’s blanket
Content to breathe fire
Inhaling the static
Exhaling as the panic that pricks the lips
Too many words are perusing our fate
Bidding the deeds left unburnt by your tenor
I sip on these flames often
Rolling them around on my tongue
I measure their captivity;
shape their tether on my spirit
Drop the ones that don’t smooth ego’s
Prop the ones that bruise
I am defined by the pinch of your voice
These quips that sear
These nips that tear into my flesh
And transform my nectar into poison
to be drank under dusk’s blanket ...
Inhaling the static
Exhaling as the panic that pricks the lips
Too many words are perusing our fate
Bidding the deeds left unburnt by your tenor
I sip on these flames often
Rolling them around on my tongue
I measure their captivity;
shape their tether on my spirit
Drop the ones that don’t smooth ego’s
Prop the ones that bruise
I am defined by the pinch of your voice
These quips that sear
These nips that tear into my flesh
And transform my nectar into poison
to be drank under dusk’s blanket ...
#dark
75 reads
2 Comments
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