Dark Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror - Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
Bitch Needs to Pay for my Crappy Day
Written by PoetSpeak
Poem Published 28th June 2017 9:24pm
You're my sub bitch
That means when I'm having a bad day
You have to suffer for it
Even though it has nothing to do with you
Prepare to be slapped around
Ball gagged
Bound and bonded
Leaving marks, bruises and welts
Part of the gig
Men like me use women this way
Restaurants needs chefs
You need me
That means when I'm having a bad day
You have to suffer for it
Even though it has nothing to do with you
Prepare to be slapped around
Ball gagged
Bound and bonded
Leaving marks, bruises and welts
Part of the gig
Men like me use women this way
Restaurants needs chefs
You need me
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6/27 ` one of
Written by DevlinDLC
Poem Published 27th June 2017 10:27pm
your horned beast
guts me
from belly to throat;
a re`moat of blood
descends and ascends
un`sublime, I am
a chalked outline
around halos & wings;
as my bodice grows cold
as my flesh grows old
as my spirit betroths
to my soul getting sold
`neath the man on the cross
my human sight
becomes a cosmic blight
killing that spark of light
of mine;
what was once good, pure
and holy
has become evil, demonic
and unholy;
I am but one darkness
and...
guts me
from belly to throat;
a re`moat of blood
descends and ascends
un`sublime, I am
a chalked outline
around halos & wings;
as my bodice grows cold
as my flesh grows old
as my spirit betroths
to my soul getting sold
`neath the man on the cross
my human sight
becomes a cosmic blight
killing that spark of light
of mine;
what was once good, pure
and holy
has become evil, demonic
and unholy;
I am but one darkness
and...
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Voices
Written by dustyjjewels
Poem Published 27th June 2017 00:18am
Keep your eyes open
Don't fall asleep
Something dark is rising
Out of the deep
The night breeze is howling
Voices whisper doom
Run out into the dark night
Or stay put in your room?
There's movement in the woods
Footsteps approaching near
The creaking sound of doors opening
Only aggravate the fear
Pray,poor child,pray!
Till thy guardian angel descend
To wrestle this dark intruder
Or meet thy gory end
The voice is getting louder
The noise is in your head
Prepare to welcome warmly
The terror you so...
Don't fall asleep
Something dark is rising
Out of the deep
The night breeze is howling
Voices whisper doom
Run out into the dark night
Or stay put in your room?
There's movement in the woods
Footsteps approaching near
The creaking sound of doors opening
Only aggravate the fear
Pray,poor child,pray!
Till thy guardian angel descend
To wrestle this dark intruder
Or meet thy gory end
The voice is getting louder
The noise is in your head
Prepare to welcome warmly
The terror you so...
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bad reception(lonely road runner)
Written by PeaceFlpw
(SheepPeace)
Poem Published 26th June 2017 7:31am
what if one's just a "back out",
like a disastrous dead lift?;
what if one's just a mile away,
from one less walky talky?;
lost signal; bad reception;
brought here on whos purpose?;
blown; on the way out, like short circuits;
anticipating a joy, that may never show up
to a dance that could only be dreamt to be beautiful....
...
like a disastrous dead lift?;
what if one's just a mile away,
from one less walky talky?;
lost signal; bad reception;
brought here on whos purpose?;
blown; on the way out, like short circuits;
anticipating a joy, that may never show up
to a dance that could only be dreamt to be beautiful....
...
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A stroll through nightmarish streets
Written by sankara
Poem Published 25th June 2017 6:59pm
A stroll through nightmarish streets
Crows caw in the lustrous moonlit evening
They nip away at the full moon leaving only
its pale crescent carcass
I walk the streets this temperate night
Something seems off...
Has the sky always had such a crimson complexion?
Perhaps it's my mind that has forgotten
The owl’s eyes seem larger than itself
They peer through me with its wise gaze
The sudden sharp crack of a skull startles me
I stride towards the scraping noise
The snowy silk flesh of a young daughter stripped from
Her...
Crows caw in the lustrous moonlit evening
They nip away at the full moon leaving only
its pale crescent carcass
I walk the streets this temperate night
Something seems off...
Has the sky always had such a crimson complexion?
Perhaps it's my mind that has forgotten
The owl’s eyes seem larger than itself
They peer through me with its wise gaze
The sudden sharp crack of a skull startles me
I stride towards the scraping noise
The snowy silk flesh of a young daughter stripped from
Her...
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Killing The Dead Eyes
Written by Messier110
Poem Published 25th June 2017 2:35pm
-the conflict series-
Some subjects
don't require
much explanation.
I cannot erase the truth, it's what we were taught to do
for Freedom's call.
A sense of duty without honor at times.
It's the memories of their eyes,
their searing dark piercing pissed surprised bugged-out angry eyes that still haunt me twenty-four seven-three-sixty-five day & night incessantly staring at me in my dreams.
So in often a futile attempt to metaphorically close them,
I write about the living with
a lot of internal fighting going on...
Some subjects
don't require
much explanation.
I cannot erase the truth, it's what we were taught to do
for Freedom's call.
A sense of duty without honor at times.
It's the memories of their eyes,
their searing dark piercing pissed surprised bugged-out angry eyes that still haunt me twenty-four seven-three-sixty-five day & night incessantly staring at me in my dreams.
So in often a futile attempt to metaphorically close them,
I write about the living with
a lot of internal fighting going on...
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6/23 ` Miss Murder
Written by DevlinDLC
Poem Published 23rd June 2017 4:43pm
There`s much to be said about those demons in your head
you got your girl seeing red as she`s slipping out your bed
`cause what she did won`t be shocking
`til the cops come knocking, for her, Miss Murder.
It ain`t easy she being a chick without her own man`s dick
and these wounds that you tried to inflict really weren`t shit
`cause she`s the one who got your dirty devil on the run
so don`t bother with that gun, son, you thought this was fun.
`Cause she was fine `til you walked in with your Romeo lines
trying to buy her precious time unwinding her...
you got your girl seeing red as she`s slipping out your bed
`cause what she did won`t be shocking
`til the cops come knocking, for her, Miss Murder.
It ain`t easy she being a chick without her own man`s dick
and these wounds that you tried to inflict really weren`t shit
`cause she`s the one who got your dirty devil on the run
so don`t bother with that gun, son, you thought this was fun.
`Cause she was fine `til you walked in with your Romeo lines
trying to buy her precious time unwinding her...
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Drowning
Written by KrystalG
Poem Published 19th June 2017 9:05am
My demons might conquer me
But i still hold on
Nobody sees
How much I'm truly struggling
I'm in more pain than I am willing to admit
I feel so lost
And so so damaged
I need some spiritual healing
If it can happen to them
Then why not me
I doubt everything
That I may not see
I feel weak minded
And weak spirited
My soul feels as if it is slowly crushing
the very innocence out of me
Nothing seems right
Everything is scary
I wish i can hide
I want my shell back before it's too late
Please ...
But i still hold on
Nobody sees
How much I'm truly struggling
I'm in more pain than I am willing to admit
I feel so lost
And so so damaged
I need some spiritual healing
If it can happen to them
Then why not me
I doubt everything
That I may not see
I feel weak minded
And weak spirited
My soul feels as if it is slowly crushing
the very innocence out of me
Nothing seems right
Everything is scary
I wish i can hide
I want my shell back before it's too late
Please ...
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LAST ONE OUT
Locked in this cave i couldn't stay
So I ran away
i need another day just one day
the others aren't me
so they can't see
that i needed to live
that i needed to breathe
so i pushed and i shoved until i knew i had a chance
then i noticed him running too
i wanted to give him my energy to help him leave
he had a better chance
he had a striders stance
as i saw him leave i slipped
as i tripped and my head hit the ground i saw him turn around
but all he saw was the remnants of the fall
So I ran away
i need another day just one day
the others aren't me
so they can't see
that i needed to live
that i needed to breathe
so i pushed and i shoved until i knew i had a chance
then i noticed him running too
i wanted to give him my energy to help him leave
he had a better chance
he had a striders stance
as i saw him leave i slipped
as i tripped and my head hit the ground i saw him turn around
but all he saw was the remnants of the fall
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no rest for the weary
Written by FromTheAsh
Poem Published 18th June 2017 7:33am
arms gripped tight around knees
face pressed in the hollow between
rocking
inside and out
this will not be a night of peace
winds of my mind howl
and my demons inconsolably keen
silence shattered in broken dreams
it's not the darkness I fear
when I find myself huddled here
it’s agonized mourning of what I've not known
the desperate longing for a place to call home
and the repeating cycle
of what came before
haunting and scraping
until my wounds are all raw
captive to these memories
and always alone
face pressed in the hollow between
rocking
inside and out
this will not be a night of peace
winds of my mind howl
and my demons inconsolably keen
silence shattered in broken dreams
it's not the darkness I fear
when I find myself huddled here
it’s agonized mourning of what I've not known
the desperate longing for a place to call home
and the repeating cycle
of what came before
haunting and scraping
until my wounds are all raw
captive to these memories
and always alone
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STAINED
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
Poem Published 17th June 2017 8:37am
bathed in stained glass
before morning mass
reflections of rain
run down window's pane
unbuckled and open
no words can be spoken
my mouth on his belt
while all else is felt
to them, I am damned
I am what I am
though try as I might
for me, he's the light
the Eucharist's taste
fills the gash in my face
his fingers slide in
forgiving my sin
For God doth loom beyond his son
The highest pow'r, only One
My husband of thy many wives
Who've taken on all of his lives
But I in my...
before morning mass
reflections of rain
run down window's pane
unbuckled and open
no words can be spoken
my mouth on his belt
while all else is felt
to them, I am damned
I am what I am
though try as I might
for me, he's the light
the Eucharist's taste
fills the gash in my face
his fingers slide in
forgiving my sin
For God doth loom beyond his son
The highest pow'r, only One
My husband of thy many wives
Who've taken on all of his lives
But I in my...
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My Demon
Written by Kinzy88
Poem Published 15th June 2017 8:17pm
A dark entity fills my being
It speaks to me no words
Doesn't hear my screams of plea
It just fills me entirely
It blinds me to reality
Leads me with misdirection
I hear of no sense
Have feelings of numbness
I am alone
I am lost
I am losing will
Slowly it is devouring me
Wasting me away
Until I am nothing
Until I am dead.
It speaks to me no words
Doesn't hear my screams of plea
It just fills me entirely
It blinds me to reality
Leads me with misdirection
I hear of no sense
Have feelings of numbness
I am alone
I am lost
I am losing will
Slowly it is devouring me
Wasting me away
Until I am nothing
Until I am dead.
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