Dark Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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Thedeadinme
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:29pm
Yesterday 7:29pm
Forlorn
Hunched over in my indecision to subjugate one from three
I count the shadows running headlong from my empty dreams
Over yonder in the darker circles of my life I espy a glimpse of fortunes long since whispered gone
Empty cups of tea have always favored my old bones
I pick at the scabs and scars of lesser wounds and find absolution in my toiling
Never was there such a sight as tissue writhing in agony
Spent wishes and salty kisses render my flaccid ego wasted
I look upon a blanket of stars that only wink with their dismay
Those bastard oceans far...
I count the shadows running headlong from my empty dreams
Over yonder in the darker circles of my life I espy a glimpse of fortunes long since whispered gone
Empty cups of tea have always favored my old bones
I pick at the scabs and scars of lesser wounds and find absolution in my toiling
Never was there such a sight as tissue writhing in agony
Spent wishes and salty kisses render my flaccid ego wasted
I look upon a blanket of stars that only wink with their dismay
Those bastard oceans far...
#depression
#spiritual
#FeelingLost
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1 Comment
thelovepoet
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:16am
Yesterday 4:16am
What Do You See
It is evident and plain to see
our masters the elite 1% will
never be satisfied...the more
power the human race gives
up and over to the elite...1%
the greedier THEY become
THEY are not even happy or
satisfied with how easy THEY
control us with child's play magic
our masters the elite 1% will
never be satisfied...the more
power the human race gives
up and over to the elite...1%
the greedier THEY become
THEY are not even happy or
satisfied with how easy THEY
control us with child's play magic
#earth
#shadows
#aliens
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AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
14th Dec 2018 10:04pm
14th Dec 2018 10:04pm
Russian Roulette
Let’s play Russian Roulette
The bullet is in the chamber
Let it spin you have a chance
The bets on the table
Is life worth winning
Let’s play the game with high stakes
Could you win the world
All it takes is one spin
One pull of the trigger
The hammer blasting down
Feel the tension almost snap
Breathing is fast
Heart is pounding harder
Life seems so real within this second
Can you turn it around
The gun feels heavy
Cold steel on your skin
Thoughts of tomorrow gone
In...
The bullet is in the chamber
Let it spin you have a chance
The bets on the table
Is life worth winning
Let’s play the game with high stakes
Could you win the world
All it takes is one spin
One pull of the trigger
The hammer blasting down
Feel the tension almost snap
Breathing is fast
Heart is pounding harder
Life seems so real within this second
Can you turn it around
The gun feels heavy
Cold steel on your skin
Thoughts of tomorrow gone
In...
#dark
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snugglebuck
Poem Published
14th Dec 2018 7:38pm
14th Dec 2018 7:38pm
Dead Poets
A visual write.
#dark
#death
#graveyard
26 reads
2 Comments
Juvenalis66
Poem Published
14th Dec 2018 00:13am
14th Dec 2018 00:13am
Dissolution
The streets tonight
are covered by a thick
cloak of fog;
the misty air hides
the true essence
of the being.
The faceless creature,
who's shame goes
beyond space and time,
finally can retrieve
from his life without
having to face the slaughter
of his agonising soul.
He can shout out his delirium
without being judged
a failure by his peers.
Let him be. Let him fade away.
He wants a forever sleep.
What others see as life
is a false illusion created by death.
Useless emotions...
are covered by a thick
cloak of fog;
the misty air hides
the true essence
of the being.
The faceless creature,
who's shame goes
beyond space and time,
finally can retrieve
from his life without
having to face the slaughter
of his agonising soul.
He can shout out his delirium
without being judged
a failure by his peers.
Let him be. Let him fade away.
He wants a forever sleep.
What others see as life
is a false illusion created by death.
Useless emotions...
#grief
#loneliness
#death
#emptiness
#apathy
67 reads
6 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
12th Dec 2018 4:09pm
12th Dec 2018 4:09pm
Abolish
I’ve come clean in the early morning light,
skin has been peeled back to reveal the blight.
Prayers offered in reverence to the Goddess,
I will rest on my absinthian promise
to form the whole of what has been taken.
As the edges spread out, I awaken
to the mythos that has been created;
within this space I will surely be sated.
Disruption cannot be allowed to roam here,
Lest the fear be permitted to adhere.
In the rays of early morning catharsis,
I find myself longing for the darkness.
skin has been peeled back to reveal the blight.
Prayers offered in reverence to the Goddess,
I will rest on my absinthian promise
to form the whole of what has been taken.
As the edges spread out, I awaken
to the mythos that has been created;
within this space I will surely be sated.
Disruption cannot be allowed to roam here,
Lest the fear be permitted to adhere.
In the rays of early morning catharsis,
I find myself longing for the darkness.
#dark
57 reads
13 Comments
thelovepoet
Poem Published
12th Dec 2018 11:25am
12th Dec 2018 11:25am
Hollywoodism
Hollywoodism is the moving
religion of America...now
brainwashing has become our
controller and our educator
humans can be given this
kind of education very easily...
schools are only used to make
young minds more adaptable
to this kind of education...only
the truth will set you free
blindly believing the lies being
told to every human on earth
will not get you there or near
your rightful place in this world
religion of America...now
brainwashing has become our
controller and our educator
humans can be given this
kind of education very easily...
schools are only used to make
young minds more adaptable
to this kind of education...only
the truth will set you free
blindly believing the lies being
told to every human on earth
will not get you there or near
your rightful place in this world
#fate
#apocalypse
#nightmares
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memoo1490
Poem Published
12th Dec 2018 10:52am
12th Dec 2018 10:52am
the inner force 1
The inner force
1- Believe
He couldn't believe that
He could imagine in fact
That can be the weakest
Convert to be the strongest
The kind waves that carry ships
Can be overlapped and damaged them
The fire that warm people
Can harm and hurt them
The boy lost his mother
His father was confused
He tried to heal his son from bad temper
His son cried a lot
And stayed alone at his room
His father asked many doctors
He went to a lot of physiologists
They advised to get new friend
For good luck, the boy found...
1- Believe
He couldn't believe that
He could imagine in fact
That can be the weakest
Convert to be the strongest
The kind waves that carry ships
Can be overlapped and damaged them
The fire that warm people
Can harm and hurt them
The boy lost his mother
His father was confused
He tried to heal his son from bad temper
His son cried a lot
And stayed alone at his room
His father asked many doctors
He went to a lot of physiologists
They advised to get new friend
For good luck, the boy found...
#sadness
#dark
#mother
#children
#dreams
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nightbirdblue
Poem Published
11th Dec 2018 8:39pm
11th Dec 2018 8:39pm
This Haunting from Yesteryear
the smell of cold exhaust
pollutes my nostrils
forming a sadness that drips
with cerulean tears
this song seeps into my senses
arousing sensations
inexplicable
producing verse with reminiscent fear
the sound of sterile snowflakes
in stale winter air
that allows them to stall
stagnant in the atmosphere
thus unfolding a frequency
I would rather not ride out
switching the stations now
not letting that static interfere
pollutes my nostrils
forming a sadness that drips
with cerulean tears
this song seeps into my senses
arousing sensations
inexplicable
producing verse with reminiscent fear
the sound of sterile snowflakes
in stale winter air
that allows them to stall
stagnant in the atmosphere
thus unfolding a frequency
I would rather not ride out
switching the stations now
not letting that static interfere
#dark
#snow
#music #memories
#music #memories
51 reads
10 Comments
ZAAZ010
JoLou
JoLou
Poem Published
11th Dec 2018 3:05am
11th Dec 2018 3:05am
A Danse Macabre of Damnation
JESTER JIVE: ...A Danse Macabre of Damnation! ...King Shit! ...Shit Queen! ...Piles-of-Shit Princedom! ...I'm about to tickle your fiddle-faddle fancies and fibble-fabble fantasies! ...Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, a lot of stars, a whole lotta stars - lotsa, lotsa stars ! ...Twinkle-twinkles in your eyes! ...Artsy-fartsy deadly desires, crafty-crappy deathly destinies! ...Firepower-fingers flex and reflex! ...Kingships and Knighthoods of the Kingdoms - No More, NEVERMORE!
#apocalypse
18 reads
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TrueLover
Meganne
Meganne
Poem Published
11th Dec 2018 3:03am
11th Dec 2018 3:03am
Physical and mental pain combined
Chronic pain causes physical oppression.
It caused my mind to drown in this clinical depression.
If I did something wrong what the hell is my lesson.
Not getting answers has got me stressin.
They say dark times can be a blessin.
So I’m down I’m needs sending the lord my confession.
So much hurt and pain in the words I’m expressin.
Searching for answers has become an obsession.
It caused my mind to drown in this clinical depression.
If I did something wrong what the hell is my lesson.
Not getting answers has got me stressin.
They say dark times can be a blessin.
So I’m down I’m needs sending the lord my confession.
So much hurt and pain in the words I’m expressin.
Searching for answers has become an obsession.
#depression
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TrueLover
Meganne
Meganne
Poem Published
11th Dec 2018 2:59am
11th Dec 2018 2:59am
No Cure
You hear the word cancer and time stops, your heart starts to race and your body starts to shake; you beg and plead the doctor “It’s gotta be a mistake.
But when you hear depression, you think pills, deep breaths and a confession with a pastor and you’ll be fine, when really it’s the slow decay of all the happiness in your heart and mind.
Depression is a disease you search for anything to put the pain at ease; taking pills, writing down what you need to say, and buying lots of things. Knowing that there’s no cure cuts you deep and darkness and pain is all it brings.
But when you hear depression, you think pills, deep breaths and a confession with a pastor and you’ll be fine, when really it’s the slow decay of all the happiness in your heart and mind.
Depression is a disease you search for anything to put the pain at ease; taking pills, writing down what you need to say, and buying lots of things. Knowing that there’s no cure cuts you deep and darkness and pain is all it brings.
#anxiety
#depression
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