Dark Poems Seeking Honest Critique
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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penetrate
tasting freedom in the altered states
With little memory of what I am supposed to be
Instead, fully aware of what I am
caressing the fullness of the moment
my vulnerability open
My thoughts penetrate
people look away, knowing I see
deep into the pit where they reside
puppeting their costumes
a masquerade of otherworldly beings
With little memory of what I am supposed to be
Instead, fully aware of what I am
caressing the fullness of the moment
my vulnerability open
My thoughts penetrate
people look away, knowing I see
deep into the pit where they reside
puppeting their costumes
a masquerade of otherworldly beings
#dark
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craven
under the ground deep
despair gasps her last breath
descending, she weeps for what is no longer there
A union of souls disbanded has left her shattered
The company of ghouls, her only companions now
needful glory, the days in these sacred halls
a close-knit family inside the bellows
With ears open, I hear the night cry
forsaken in vision
now despised
Whispering secrets that shouldn't be told
I'm set aside, should I become so bold
enchantments set a ward about me
Trespassers of the horde warn me
...
despair gasps her last breath
descending, she weeps for what is no longer there
A union of souls disbanded has left her shattered
The company of ghouls, her only companions now
needful glory, the days in these sacred halls
a close-knit family inside the bellows
With ears open, I hear the night cry
forsaken in vision
now despised
Whispering secrets that shouldn't be told
I'm set aside, should I become so bold
enchantments set a ward about me
Trespassers of the horde warn me
...
#dark
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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strangle the need
Down in the hollers, darkness abides
quicken the screams, let them bleed with need
Their moans hold secrets, groaning in protest
Then the body betrays with pulsing energy
discern the moment
Religious baptism of horror
holds a rite thinks it knows my name
bloodletting epiphany rapes the mind
Chaos ensues, and the ritual begins
Say the words
My essence spells on the air
chanting my incantations
throw the bones I'm commanded
Sinsiter's need is waiting
a magic man, a metal man
an artist of the obscene ...
quicken the screams, let them bleed with need
Their moans hold secrets, groaning in protest
Then the body betrays with pulsing energy
discern the moment
Religious baptism of horror
holds a rite thinks it knows my name
bloodletting epiphany rapes the mind
Chaos ensues, and the ritual begins
Say the words
My essence spells on the air
chanting my incantations
throw the bones I'm commanded
Sinsiter's need is waiting
a magic man, a metal man
an artist of the obscene ...
#dark
#witches
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cratered
regress the history
Look back, the memories are coming for you
Hateful honesty, little has changed from life to life
Past sins haunt
It is regrettable
Fortunately, I need you
In the eternal storm, a fiend for you
escalate the internal violence
until fire comes from your eyes
sinsister little darling daring to come closer
fanged, understanding my claws are out
With a trajectory of madness
aimed at your understanding
Sick slick ache is to be known
heard inside the noise
Belittling none, only want to...
Look back, the memories are coming for you
Hateful honesty, little has changed from life to life
Past sins haunt
It is regrettable
Fortunately, I need you
In the eternal storm, a fiend for you
escalate the internal violence
until fire comes from your eyes
sinsister little darling daring to come closer
fanged, understanding my claws are out
With a trajectory of madness
aimed at your understanding
Sick slick ache is to be known
heard inside the noise
Belittling none, only want to...
#dark
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Not to Kill the Pianist's Mockingbird (A Sonnet in Dark Tones)
In somber hues, the dusk begins to play,
a dirge on keys of silence, sharp and deep.
A mockingbird croons echoes of decay,
its solemn songs where wounded shadows creep.
The pianist sits as a phantom of the stage.
Fingers like ghosts upon a weathered score.
Each note, a tale of grief—a mourning cage.
A hymn for lives that fate shall keep no more.
Yet still, the strings of night refuse to break,
their mournful whispers thread through midnight’s veil.
The mockingbird and pianist awake...
A dance of death where sorrow...
a dirge on keys of silence, sharp and deep.
A mockingbird croons echoes of decay,
its solemn songs where wounded shadows creep.
The pianist sits as a phantom of the stage.
Fingers like ghosts upon a weathered score.
Each note, a tale of grief—a mourning cage.
A hymn for lives that fate shall keep no more.
Yet still, the strings of night refuse to break,
their mournful whispers thread through midnight’s veil.
The mockingbird and pianist awake...
A dance of death where sorrow...
#birds
#dance
#magic
#music
#mystery
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Shadow Dancer
When your thoughts start to become dark 🌑 with thoughts of darkness, as your feelings and emotions start to change, in ways that you could never really imagine. For sure it's necessary to truly understand what is going on from within, as much as it will affect you more frequently than you think. 🤔 For sure it can really happen to anyone, who has bent up anger of just losing there sense to think, about there own actions which sometimes brings nothing but consequences. Sometimes it can be spiritual as it can be mentally and emotionally, and physically draining to the deepness of...
#emotional
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
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dwindle
disasterous fiction I am enough
When I know I'm not
so very imperfect
Impulsive, my body betrays
leaves me dwindling in the wind of disappointment
hanging from despair
My weak soul chooses what is unwise
oscillating between one feeling and another
dying a moment at a time
Failure, I can't count on myself
Beholden to mercy, I cringe
darkest desires realized
They come at a price
With not enough penance to cleanse
Bloody redemption isn't for me
Bitterly, I realize my soul wasn't included ...
When I know I'm not
so very imperfect
Impulsive, my body betrays
leaves me dwindling in the wind of disappointment
hanging from despair
My weak soul chooses what is unwise
oscillating between one feeling and another
dying a moment at a time
Failure, I can't count on myself
Beholden to mercy, I cringe
darkest desires realized
They come at a price
With not enough penance to cleanse
Bloody redemption isn't for me
Bitterly, I realize my soul wasn't included ...
#dark
#sadness
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In the Dark
A little boy
in the dark
laying in bed
wide awake
filled with fear
that closed doors
just can't stop.
Sounds fill the air
pain and terror
hurt and hate,
then the silence
a little whimper
a little weep
soft cries for help.
Filled with fear
open the door
into the dark
there,on the floor
mama...what can I do?
in the dark
laying in bed
wide awake
filled with fear
that closed doors
just can't stop.
Sounds fill the air
pain and terror
hurt and hate,
then the silence
a little whimper
a little weep
soft cries for help.
Filled with fear
open the door
into the dark
there,on the floor
mama...what can I do?
#fear
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doom
doom, doom, doom, shake the snake's, rattle
throw the bones darkest desire
Seer of Spirits spit whiskey fire
Dancing in the elements
writhe with fantasy
undulating in the madness
growl your frustration to the night
grim production, your sexual aggression
With the fickle fandom of the horde
Celestial Dragon breath deep
and exhale visions
Time holds his breath and waits
What will it be for mankind?
wicked little dreamer with the devil in her eyes
caressing the darkness, a fiend of power ...
throw the bones darkest desire
Seer of Spirits spit whiskey fire
Dancing in the elements
writhe with fantasy
undulating in the madness
growl your frustration to the night
grim production, your sexual aggression
With the fickle fandom of the horde
Celestial Dragon breath deep
and exhale visions
Time holds his breath and waits
What will it be for mankind?
wicked little dreamer with the devil in her eyes
caressing the darkness, a fiend of power ...
#apocalypse
#dark
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grey moodiness
It's grey today outside
It matches my somber mood
With feelings of melancholy, I feel weighed down
You would think the rain would signify cleansing to me
And the raindrops by themselves would
It's the grey depression I can't take
weeks that drag on under a haze
It's dreary, and my emotions grow dark
No one seems to visit on days like today
People similar to me are in a funk
depression is like big fluffy clouds
that cause a fog in my mind
oppressed, I struggle on
pushing myself to accomplish...
It matches my somber mood
With feelings of melancholy, I feel weighed down
You would think the rain would signify cleansing to me
And the raindrops by themselves would
It's the grey depression I can't take
weeks that drag on under a haze
It's dreary, and my emotions grow dark
No one seems to visit on days like today
People similar to me are in a funk
depression is like big fluffy clouds
that cause a fog in my mind
oppressed, I struggle on
pushing myself to accomplish...
#dark
#MentalHealth
#rain
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banished
The thoughts gather, watching in the shadows
Waiting for me to emerge
to see what I'll say
Darkness groans; he is impatient
With a snarl, he approaches
With a smile, I ask What do you want in this small town
Surely there are more interesting places to be
slickens the danger
I'm on slippery footing
Resist the urge to fear
Brooding inside, I bite my tongue
he and I aren't to talk
But I can hear him approach
With questions on his mind
My mind spins, and I spit derogatory remarks
Snide snipers...
Waiting for me to emerge
to see what I'll say
Darkness groans; he is impatient
With a snarl, he approaches
With a smile, I ask What do you want in this small town
Surely there are more interesting places to be
slickens the danger
I'm on slippery footing
Resist the urge to fear
Brooding inside, I bite my tongue
he and I aren't to talk
But I can hear him approach
With questions on his mind
My mind spins, and I spit derogatory remarks
Snide snipers...
#dark
#love
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Blasphemy
darkness slick with rage
sweaty, tangled mess of flesh
teeming with energy
writhing bites at the bit
Silenced rebellion, a hellion of sorts
growls then spits ash
A hellhound is loosed
receiving orders from down South
running through the night
grumbling through the severity
An intense yearning fuels
And the hunt begins
Soft laughter can be heard
The hound is livid
Perhaps a dare on the wind
Nose to the air, he breathes in shadows
Securing his target
a tangy smell he detects
Fresh...
sweaty, tangled mess of flesh
teeming with energy
writhing bites at the bit
Silenced rebellion, a hellion of sorts
growls then spits ash
A hellhound is loosed
receiving orders from down South
running through the night
grumbling through the severity
An intense yearning fuels
And the hunt begins
Soft laughter can be heard
The hound is livid
Perhaps a dare on the wind
Nose to the air, he breathes in shadows
Securing his target
a tangy smell he detects
Fresh...
#dark
#vampires
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