Dark Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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oskar
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:30am
Yesterday 9:30am
the dance of the dead
the dance of the dead
Forever and ever
You will be my love. Eternity.
On green meadows, he walks.
Held up by skeletons
On land fit for horses.
White cottontails
Burrows underground
To the bones of the dead
But they bring
Nothing up
It is not food.
Forever and ever
You will be my love. Eternity.
The stream has clean water
Filtered through
Human bones.
Endless wars
In Europa has not ceased.
Forever and ever
You will be my love. Eternity.
The victims
An inferior race.
Today it...
Forever and ever
You will be my love. Eternity.
On green meadows, he walks.
Held up by skeletons
On land fit for horses.
White cottontails
Burrows underground
To the bones of the dead
But they bring
Nothing up
It is not food.
Forever and ever
You will be my love. Eternity.
The stream has clean water
Filtered through
Human bones.
Endless wars
In Europa has not ceased.
Forever and ever
You will be my love. Eternity.
The victims
An inferior race.
Today it...
#earth
#fire
#water
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Haunted_Lunacy
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 7:37pm
2nd Dec 2021 7:37pm
Black Orchid
In the darkest forest
the black orchid blooms.
With petals of never ending
sorrow, for no light it consumes.
It’s sepals are wilting,
by no hands it’s been touched ,
choked by the shadows,
longing to be clutched.
It muses in silence,
that it could be a rose,
but alone in this darkness
the black orchid grows.
Oh, to have lips that could
speak, or eyes that could cry.
For then it would weep,
and let out a sigh,
but in this dark forest
the black orchid blooms,
amongst these dead trees,
It’s death so...
the black orchid blooms.
With petals of never ending
sorrow, for no light it consumes.
It’s sepals are wilting,
by no hands it’s been touched ,
choked by the shadows,
longing to be clutched.
It muses in silence,
that it could be a rose,
but alone in this darkness
the black orchid grows.
Oh, to have lips that could
speak, or eyes that could cry.
For then it would weep,
and let out a sigh,
but in this dark forest
the black orchid blooms,
amongst these dead trees,
It’s death so...
#depression
#loneliness
#SelfWorth
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2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 1:11pm
2nd Dec 2021 1:11pm
Leather Bones
The shadow of wrinkled leather bones
with a headstone of mirrored quartz
amongst the webs and dusty tomes
in the darkness of my dialysis
a pulsating old withered crone
between dorts and petite mort
with a headstone of mirrored quartz
amongst the webs and dusty tomes
in the darkness of my dialysis
a pulsating old withered crone
between dorts and petite mort
#dark
#gothic
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Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
1st Dec 2021 10:59pm
1st Dec 2021 10:59pm
Run Joe Run
believe it
you gone and done it
you got to run, Joe
but
what's chasing you
your conscience
or your sins
how do you run, Joe
when you're in deep
it wasn't right
to snuff her light
no it wasn't at all
what's that, Joe
she took your money
and your little baby
send them to her mama
she whored herself
to feed baby blue
but the knife
was in your hands
and she fell on it
who you kidding, Joe
you should've taken baby blue
and ran
you're done ...
you gone and done it
you got to run, Joe
but
what's chasing you
your conscience
or your sins
how do you run, Joe
when you're in deep
it wasn't right
to snuff her light
no it wasn't at all
what's that, Joe
she took your money
and your little baby
send them to her mama
she whored herself
to feed baby blue
but the knife
was in your hands
and she fell on it
who you kidding, Joe
you should've taken baby blue
and ran
you're done ...
#violence
#prison
#passion
41 reads
6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
1st Dec 2021 10:54pm
1st Dec 2021 10:54pm
Cosmopolitans and Butterflies
No room for cosmopolitans and butterflies
then there were sorrows and poetic laurels
hearing echoes of dead pull me in over my head
in the deep dark pockets of depression, said
rattling the latches of death's martini
sitting on the crock of forever's deep sleep
then there were sorrows and poetic laurels
hearing echoes of dead pull me in over my head
in the deep dark pockets of depression, said
rattling the latches of death's martini
sitting on the crock of forever's deep sleep
#dark
#philosophical
49 reads
3 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
1st Dec 2021 2:26pm
1st Dec 2021 2:26pm
Blood's Nectar
Cold as the dowager's womb
planting thee in the trough
of this old oaken coffin
bound by nails
darker than the nuptial bed
in lust, we wed as one
hoping the living will not resent
the rapture for the undead
dripping blood's nectar
bound by nails
planting thee in the trough
of this old oaken coffin
bound by nails
darker than the nuptial bed
in lust, we wed as one
hoping the living will not resent
the rapture for the undead
dripping blood's nectar
bound by nails
#dark
#erotic
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Haunted_Lunacy
Poem Published
1st Dec 2021 8:47am
1st Dec 2021 8:47am
It Came Upon A Midnight Clear
It came upon a midnight clear,
your bloody hands, they drew me near./
I kissed your lips and held you tight,
we both knew I would not survive the night./
With a gentle sigh and a silent breath,
I looked into the eyes of my impending death./
Such beauty lies within your smile,
I implore you please, let’s just sit awhile./
There is no need to rush for I will not flee,
I just want to hold you close to me./
We will speak of all the words unsaid,
oh, how you get inside of my head./
Just one last kiss before we say goodbye,
please...
your bloody hands, they drew me near./
I kissed your lips and held you tight,
we both knew I would not survive the night./
With a gentle sigh and a silent breath,
I looked into the eyes of my impending death./
Such beauty lies within your smile,
I implore you please, let’s just sit awhile./
There is no need to rush for I will not flee,
I just want to hold you close to me./
We will speak of all the words unsaid,
oh, how you get inside of my head./
Just one last kiss before we say goodbye,
please...
#love
#dark
#hurt
48 reads
2 Comments
TrueLover
Meganne
Meganne
Poem Published
1st Dec 2021 2:58am
1st Dec 2021 2:58am
The truth they like to avoid
Dependent personality disorder has got me stressing.
On my knees confessing,
My sins.
And you think I’m just messing,
around.
To tell the truth I’m feeling down.
Depression is an ocean and I’m starting to drown.
In all of this sorrow I must be a clown.
Painting on my smile and pretending now.
This isn’t funny.
This is no game.
I’m not pointing fingers.
I’m not placing blame.
But since he left I haven’t been the same.
On my knees confessing,
My sins.
And you think I’m just messing,
around.
To tell the truth I’m feeling down.
Depression is an ocean and I’m starting to drown.
In all of this sorrow I must be a clown.
Painting on my smile and pretending now.
This isn’t funny.
This is no game.
I’m not pointing fingers.
I’m not placing blame.
But since he left I haven’t been the same.
#breakup
#hurt
58 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 11:27pm
30th Nov 2021 11:27pm
Crushing Me Orange Twilight Rose
Crushing me orange twilight rose
in the dark faux bed lit chamber
from my desk sopping deck
listening to the cock crow
at the window of my squeaking Victrola
and shadows hung by a "danse macabre"
crushing me orange twilight rose
in the dark faux bed lit chamber
from my desk sopping deck
listening to the cock crow
at the window of my squeaking Victrola
and shadows hung by a "danse macabre"
crushing me orange twilight rose
#dark
62 reads
0 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 10:55pm
28th Nov 2021 10:55pm
Oddity
So it was a pleasant Sunday afternoon
As I was just sitting there
Watching a football game,
More like just listening to the buzz on the TV
While reading and writing.
Then, a weird sort of e-mails comes in
Curious, I look.
It is a weird sort of response
To a poem on the net,
Full of spite, anger and rebuke
From a total stranger
Not even known from Adam and Eve.
What to do?
How to react?
I am baffled, but methinks
It might be a good base
For a short story.
I will dwell on that.
Kisses, Robert.
As I was just sitting there
Watching a football game,
More like just listening to the buzz on the TV
While reading and writing.
Then, a weird sort of e-mails comes in
Curious, I look.
It is a weird sort of response
To a poem on the net,
Full of spite, anger and rebuke
From a total stranger
Not even known from Adam and Eve.
What to do?
How to react?
I am baffled, but methinks
It might be a good base
For a short story.
I will dwell on that.
Kisses, Robert.
#courage
#inspirational
#emotions
36 reads
4 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
10th Mar 2019 7:18am
10th Mar 2019 7:18am
Ebb Of Death
The last night
Staring at the stars
Did god ever listen
I welcome the blackness
Felt the slow ebb of death
Pulling me further in
No hallucinations this time
To hamper my journey
The world won’t miss me
My ripple never did affect
Even the cold light of the moon
Has a warmth now
Staring at the stars
Did god ever listen
I welcome the blackness
Felt the slow ebb of death
Pulling me further in
No hallucinations this time
To hamper my journey
The world won’t miss me
My ripple never did affect
Even the cold light of the moon
Has a warmth now
#suicide
462 reads
6 Comments
CArpeNoctem_
CN_
CN_
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 2:43pm
28th Nov 2021 2:43pm
Helpless Release
Laced
Limb
Locked.
Lapse
Load
Liberating
Lingering limit,
of the lost mundane soul.
Limb
Locked.
Lapse
Load
Liberating
Lingering limit,
of the lost mundane soul.
#freedom
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