Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror - Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
Lookawaynow
Rose
Rose
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:05am
Yesterday 9:05am
Tappity tap
Wintery wind
withered branches
Casting moonlight
Spectral shadows
Behind the curtains
Tappity tapping
Knockity knocking
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marilyncheats101
Poem Published
19th Oct 2017 9:25pm
19th Oct 2017 9:25pm
The Serpent of all Serpents
He was a truck driver
tattooed and older
been around
and fooled around
on the dangerous
side of town
spending time in
saloons, houses of
prostitution and drug havens
shooting pool for a
lump of chewing tobacco
and he sits on the porcelain throne
the God of His world
He is in control
of the universe
and he begins to poop
and he reads the graffiti
in the truck stop pooper
ladies in the diner
with hairy chests and black
lipstick
that crave his 12 inch pole
he begins to push out the ...
tattooed and older
been around
and fooled around
on the dangerous
side of town
spending time in
saloons, houses of
prostitution and drug havens
shooting pool for a
lump of chewing tobacco
and he sits on the porcelain throne
the God of His world
He is in control
of the universe
and he begins to poop
and he reads the graffiti
in the truck stop pooper
ladies in the diner
with hairy chests and black
lipstick
that crave his 12 inch pole
he begins to push out the ...
25 reads
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marilyncheats101
Poem Published
19th Oct 2017 9:17pm
19th Oct 2017 9:17pm
Granny With One Leg
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
18th Oct 2017 10:34pm
18th Oct 2017 10:34pm
Moon Of Steel
It is a heart,
This holocaust I walk in,
O golden child the world will kill and eat. ‘
- Sylvia Plath
(1)
Oh, caustic dream,
Coiled neatly as a spring,
How you wait.
You release your deities
Marrow to holiness ---
A sacrificial precipitate.
The gentle creature
Stirs in a basin of
Hollowed out containment
Awaiting the lactation of
A thousand milky stars,
And I saw it,
Numbingly fortunate on
A crisp, linen sheet
Stained by heresy.
In droplets I recalled it, ...
This holocaust I walk in,
O golden child the world will kill and eat. ‘
- Sylvia Plath
(1)
Oh, caustic dream,
Coiled neatly as a spring,
How you wait.
You release your deities
Marrow to holiness ---
A sacrificial precipitate.
The gentle creature
Stirs in a basin of
Hollowed out containment
Awaiting the lactation of
A thousand milky stars,
And I saw it,
Numbingly fortunate on
A crisp, linen sheet
Stained by heresy.
In droplets I recalled it, ...
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3 Comments
StarliteStarfright
Poem Published
17th Oct 2017 7:42am
17th Oct 2017 7:42am
Burn The Witch
Your eyes profess
every single which way
You want to murder and bury me
with everything I’m not allowed to say
The hatred you emit
it oozes from deep in your pores
Sensations dancing outwards,
they waltz eerily towards my core
You really think you’re so clever,
like I’m unable to see through the lies
Yet when we dance together,
you forget I focus on your eyes
They are icy and blue,
they harbour the monsters from the ocean
You comfort me with bullshit
while mixing me another poisonous potion
For...
every single which way
You want to murder and bury me
with everything I’m not allowed to say
The hatred you emit
it oozes from deep in your pores
Sensations dancing outwards,
they waltz eerily towards my core
You really think you’re so clever,
like I’m unable to see through the lies
Yet when we dance together,
you forget I focus on your eyes
They are icy and blue,
they harbour the monsters from the ocean
You comfort me with bullshit
while mixing me another poisonous potion
For...
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Silent_One
Poem Published
16th Oct 2017 2:25am
16th Oct 2017 2:25am
Sisters of a Down
We saw behind his mask
In mirrors of glass that never last
We pulled his hair
In taunting despair
We the feminists so untamed
In glamour's make up we two also insane
We sinned the sinner, mouth silent now
In shadows we laughed at conspiracies how
We made the world a safer place
In divine intervention, we now say grace
chop suey
In mirrors of glass that never last
We pulled his hair
In taunting despair
We the feminists so untamed
In glamour's make up we two also insane
We sinned the sinner, mouth silent now
In shadows we laughed at conspiracies how
We made the world a safer place
In divine intervention, we now say grace
chop suey
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Silent_One
Poem Published
15th Oct 2017 5:47am
15th Oct 2017 5:47am
Silent Thoughts
Red
With devils passion
I devour
All before me
I consume compassion
I spit out the meek
Ravaging all the roads
I have traveled or shall seek
I rape human kindness
I kiss the blood of Satan
I write about me
I the almighty empath
I the monster of poetry
I seek glory
No redemption
Hunting without exception
Brainwashing them with my story
I whose voice is silent
As Allah strikes my vocal chords
Lying down in pain
Maybe
I should have traveled a different road
With other sentiments of...
With devils passion
I devour
All before me
I consume compassion
I spit out the meek
Ravaging all the roads
I have traveled or shall seek
I rape human kindness
I kiss the blood of Satan
I write about me
I the almighty empath
I the monster of poetry
I seek glory
No redemption
Hunting without exception
Brainwashing them with my story
I whose voice is silent
As Allah strikes my vocal chords
Lying down in pain
Maybe
I should have traveled a different road
With other sentiments of...
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Darknessisher
Poem Published
15th Oct 2017 5:34am
15th Oct 2017 5:34am
Inside
In the darkness her
Mind screams a chaotic
Lullabye of destruction
Calming the voices in
Her head.
Mind screams a chaotic
Lullabye of destruction
Calming the voices in
Her head.
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ArthurVaso
Poem Published
15th Oct 2017 5:11am
15th Oct 2017 5:11am
Stark Oldness
I was pissing poetry
Right out of the womb
Now I am pissing poetry
On the way to my tomb
One you escape from
One you do not
Life is a dead end
Suicide is a hope
Walking along dead end streets
Losing memories and endless sleep
Running away from fears unknown
Pissing away moments, a life stolen
Right out of the womb
Now I am pissing poetry
On the way to my tomb
One you escape from
One you do not
Life is a dead end
Suicide is a hope
Walking along dead end streets
Losing memories and endless sleep
Running away from fears unknown
Pissing away moments, a life stolen
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xlouxx00xxs
Poem Published
13th Oct 2017 00:58am
13th Oct 2017 00:58am
Psychotic
Sickening depths peaked in my stomach as I took in the calamity. A quiver met my knees as a panic touched my heart. A collide of thoughts bombard my mind as my eyes strain.
Fear struck my soul in the glimpse of destruction brought upon the innocent. Guilt free, I see his silhouette cascade down the stairs. Seeming unresponsive; I just stood there.
My attention called out of the nightmare by rasping voices. I didn't want to go, I couldn't.
The could grip around my porcelain arm; yanked into reality.
Reality? Is that of such visibility anymore? Does such thing exist? ...
Fear struck my soul in the glimpse of destruction brought upon the innocent. Guilt free, I see his silhouette cascade down the stairs. Seeming unresponsive; I just stood there.
My attention called out of the nightmare by rasping voices. I didn't want to go, I couldn't.
The could grip around my porcelain arm; yanked into reality.
Reality? Is that of such visibility anymore? Does such thing exist? ...
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Silent_One
Poem Published
11th Oct 2017 5:40am
11th Oct 2017 5:40am
Little Peacock
chorus)
I am a little peacock
Short and stout
Pretty little feathers
Even I'm a lout
Pour me over
Watch the blood flow out
I have pretty feathers
Preened in selfish dreams
Fooled them with the lectures
One day they will scream
(chorus)
I am a little peacock
Short and stout
Pretty little feathers
Even I'm a lout
Pour me over
Watch the blood flow out
I prance and play in springtime may
Pouring poison on sunny days
Tea and scones I use to sway
To The ones who buy my twisted ways ...
I am a little peacock
Short and stout
Pretty little feathers
Even I'm a lout
Pour me over
Watch the blood flow out
I have pretty feathers
Preened in selfish dreams
Fooled them with the lectures
One day they will scream
(chorus)
I am a little peacock
Short and stout
Pretty little feathers
Even I'm a lout
Pour me over
Watch the blood flow out
I prance and play in springtime may
Pouring poison on sunny days
Tea and scones I use to sway
To The ones who buy my twisted ways ...
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