Dark Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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Valeriya
Poem Published
Today 3:38pm
Today 3:38pm
No Wind In My Lungs
No wind in my lungs, devoured
honeyed raindrops black as night
clench tears of mud, embrace
all that is wrong
Knotted voices stretched
anonymous vile unrolls silence
delirium grows, falls, evolves
into release whipped, followed
by a twist where ankles sink
honeyed raindrops black as night
clench tears of mud, embrace
all that is wrong
Knotted voices stretched
anonymous vile unrolls silence
delirium grows, falls, evolves
into release whipped, followed
by a twist where ankles sink
#sadness
#illness
11 reads
2 Comments
Valeriya
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:30pm
Yesterday 1:30pm
Undermined by a Narcotic Lullaby
The future begins
to creak
I don't want to die
without you
There is so much to say
I've said too much
I had thoughts of singing
Freefall, the flloorboards
creak
On that side if you
have stones in
your pockets
I had thoughts of being free
Tidepools wrap the rope twice
around Willow branch
the rope won't
creak
while swinging
I had thoughts of flying
Windswept Leaves piled
high behind the screen door
neighbors dog barks
on point as the shutters ...
to creak
I don't want to die
without you
There is so much to say
I've said too much
I had thoughts of singing
Freefall, the flloorboards
creak
On that side if you
have stones in
your pockets
I had thoughts of being free
Tidepools wrap the rope twice
around Willow branch
the rope won't
creak
while swinging
I had thoughts of flying
Windswept Leaves piled
high behind the screen door
neighbors dog barks
on point as the shutters ...
#sadness
33 reads
12 Comments
corpselily2185
Poem Published
17th Feb 2019 8:50am
17th Feb 2019 8:50am
The Psyckotik's Prayer
#dark
#death
#evil
#scary
#nightmares
242 reads
4 Comments
timkit
Tim Kitchen
Tim Kitchen
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 11:02am
23rd Feb 2020 11:02am
Footsteps On The Staircase
Hearing footsteps on the staircase
a young boy is silent in his room,
only moonlight from the window
brightens the darkness and gloom.
His heart beats fast, fear increases
as an angry father opens the door,
staggering drunkenly towards him
to inflict violent cruelty once more.
He packs a bag with some clothes
leaving home in the quiet of night,
stepping out into the cold darkness
hoping he won’t be missed till light.
It’s not so much the pain and bruises
more that he just can’t understand,
how one man can change...
a young boy is silent in his room,
only moonlight from the window
brightens the darkness and gloom.
His heart beats fast, fear increases
as an angry father opens the door,
staggering drunkenly towards him
to inflict violent cruelty once more.
He packs a bag with some clothes
leaving home in the quiet of night,
stepping out into the cold darkness
hoping he won’t be missed till light.
It’s not so much the pain and bruises
more that he just can’t understand,
how one man can change...
#oppression
26 reads
4 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 3:15am
23rd Feb 2020 3:15am
Aye Curse The Day !
I Would Rather Be Cuttin' Me Peat Into Ricks
Than Doin' Anythin' To Please So Said Patrick
Some Call Him A Saint , Yet I Call Him A Sinner
I Give Me Food To Swine Than Bless His Dinner
One Who Walked Our Land , To Take It Over
Bless Our Triple Goddess With Three Leaf Clover
Bless Our Land And The Faery Held Deep Within
Bless Our Departed Ancestors And All Our Living Kin
Yet For One Who Stole Our Land In Name Of His God
I Curse Him And Any Who Walk In The Steps He Trod
Than Doin' Anythin' To Please So Said Patrick
Some Call Him A Saint , Yet I Call Him A Sinner
I Give Me Food To Swine Than Bless His Dinner
One Who Walked Our Land , To Take It Over
Bless Our Triple Goddess With Three Leaf Clover
Bless Our Land And The Faery Held Deep Within
Bless Our Departed Ancestors And All Our Living Kin
Yet For One Who Stole Our Land In Name Of His God
I Curse Him And Any Who Walk In The Steps He Trod
#religion
#Christian
#pagan
#magic
#curse
24 reads
5 Comments
DoomMantra
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2020 7:31pm
22nd Feb 2020 7:31pm
High Heel Boots
She came in today wearing
high heel boots
and shorts fairly skimp
that ride up on her thighs
when she sits
Taking nice lipstick coffee sips
Technology-obsessed I see the gears
in that pretty head turning
I almost wish she'd notice me
staring
like deer observed by
minacious predator
high heel boots
and shorts fairly skimp
that ride up on her thighs
when she sits
Taking nice lipstick coffee sips
Technology-obsessed I see the gears
in that pretty head turning
I almost wish she'd notice me
staring
like deer observed by
minacious predator
#love
#lust
#dark #UnrequitedLove
#dark #UnrequitedLove
27 reads
1 Comment
DoomMantra
Poem Published
21st Feb 2020 8:45pm
21st Feb 2020 8:45pm
Cemetery Reverie
#love
#jealousy
#lust
#dark
#suffering
31 reads
2 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
21st Feb 2020 2:48pm
21st Feb 2020 2:48pm
Dr. Phil's Guests
Damnatory
Raging
Parasitical
Hackneyed
Immoral
Lacrimatory
Gabby
Unacceptable
Enabling
Shallow
Taboo
Sickening
Raging
Parasitical
Hackneyed
Immoral
Lacrimatory
Gabby
Unacceptable
Enabling
Shallow
Taboo
Sickening
#jealousy
#hate
#grief
#frustration
#greed
27 reads
4 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
21st Feb 2020 3:37am
21st Feb 2020 3:37am
Unfeathered Wings
An angel has fallen
Her wings tarred and unfeathered
A weight unbearable on her haunted mind
Was one I would gladly have lifted from her limbs
If only I had known, if only she had told
But I should have seen
The sadness in her eyes, always there
But her smile fooled me, blinded me to her pain
How lovely she was and her voice just as sweet
So caught up in my own sorrow
So absorbed in my living pain I missed the clues
The stories dripping from her eyes
Her song echoing in my head, a choir of angels
Falling like the sky that could...
Her wings tarred and unfeathered
A weight unbearable on her haunted mind
Was one I would gladly have lifted from her limbs
If only I had known, if only she had told
But I should have seen
The sadness in her eyes, always there
But her smile fooled me, blinded me to her pain
How lovely she was and her voice just as sweet
So caught up in my own sorrow
So absorbed in my living pain I missed the clues
The stories dripping from her eyes
Her song echoing in my head, a choir of angels
Falling like the sky that could...
#regret
#death
#suicide
64 reads
6 Comments
Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
20th Feb 2020 4:18pm
20th Feb 2020 4:18pm
Kill.
Hold me down.
Tighten your grip.
Touch deep with ruined fingers.
Piece my resolve.
Make me suffer.
Consecrate my soft tissue.
Cut deep.
Bleed me.
Hold fine sinews.
Chew with rotten teeth.
Poison my essence.
Erase my character.
For God's sake ....
Just fucking kill me.
Tighten your grip.
Touch deep with ruined fingers.
Piece my resolve.
Make me suffer.
Consecrate my soft tissue.
Cut deep.
Bleed me.
Hold fine sinews.
Chew with rotten teeth.
Poison my essence.
Erase my character.
For God's sake ....
Just fucking kill me.
#suffering
31 reads
0 Comments
BurnBlck
Poem Published
20th Feb 2020 7:39am
20th Feb 2020 7:39am
Psycho-Delic
I remain motionless as a statue amongst a graveyard
Haunted by the formation of a bleak, silent miasma clouding the eyes
Vacant of perception and judgement
I am too afraid to entertain the concept of loss
Or what does one see if life is the cost
What lies beyond when one is deprived of reality
Am I able to separate the truth from another fallacy
What is left for me here
For my understanding of the the true confines and characters of this world
Are nearly a reflection of thoughtless judgement
As spiders weaving an utmost intricate web of...
Haunted by the formation of a bleak, silent miasma clouding the eyes
Vacant of perception and judgement
I am too afraid to entertain the concept of loss
Or what does one see if life is the cost
What lies beyond when one is deprived of reality
Am I able to separate the truth from another fallacy
What is left for me here
For my understanding of the the true confines and characters of this world
Are nearly a reflection of thoughtless judgement
As spiders weaving an utmost intricate web of...
#dark
#death
#philosophical
34 reads
2 Comments
miseryomy
Poem Published
20th Feb 2020 00:36am
20th Feb 2020 00:36am
Whispers
I know they are talking about me, but what exactly?
Eyes shift to me concerned looking madly.
What have I done and what is their plan?
Mouth and eyes are dry as the desert sands.
They must all hate me, it’s something I know.
The whispers get louder but refuse to show.
I know they are talking about me, but what exactly?
Back against the wall fearful they may attack me.
That wasn’t a whisper I recognize that laugh.
It was from that night I had that horrible mental crash.
The whispers are drawing closer. I can feel their breath.
Soft...
Eyes shift to me concerned looking madly.
What have I done and what is their plan?
Mouth and eyes are dry as the desert sands.
They must all hate me, it’s something I know.
The whispers get louder but refuse to show.
I know they are talking about me, but what exactly?
Back against the wall fearful they may attack me.
That wasn’t a whisper I recognize that laugh.
It was from that night I had that horrible mental crash.
The whispers are drawing closer. I can feel their breath.
Soft...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#dark
#confusion
#despair
64 reads
3 Comments
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