Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror - Honest critique has been requested for these poems.
Jadedembers
Poem Published
Today 1:44am
Today 1:44am
Gallows
Sitting cross-legged and enveloped in silence.
Silence impregnated with angst...
tribulation...
ignominy...
onus...
petulance...
vexation...
Its as if a fire is enkindled inside this zaftig silence.
The smoke floats and swirls enchantingly around me.
It wrapps its stunningly dangerous whirls around my body.
Fascinating...
Silence impregnated with angst...
tribulation...
ignominy...
onus...
petulance...
vexation...
Its as if a fire is enkindled inside this zaftig silence.
The smoke floats and swirls enchantingly around me.
It wrapps its stunningly dangerous whirls around my body.
Fascinating...
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Dulcea
Poem Published
Today 1:23am
Today 1:23am
In The Rueful Sideview
What have I done? She desperately questioned herself …
as if a less tragic answer would suddenly emerge
and transform her tale from this dreadful dirge
Please wake up. Please, she pleaded
not only of herself, but of this whelp
who once let out a shocking yelp
She shrieked internally, silent, dethreading her nerves
Moments pass, but not this one
deadly sins cannot be undone
What was I supposed to do?
I couldn’t stop.
He chased the damn dog.
I couldn’t stop.
A chilling knell rang...
as if a less tragic answer would suddenly emerge
and transform her tale from this dreadful dirge
Please wake up. Please, she pleaded
not only of herself, but of this whelp
who once let out a shocking yelp
She shrieked internally, silent, dethreading her nerves
Moments pass, but not this one
deadly sins cannot be undone
What was I supposed to do?
I couldn’t stop.
He chased the damn dog.
I couldn’t stop.
A chilling knell rang...
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AtoMikbomb
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:56pm
Yesterday 10:56pm
A Hole In The Ice
Cloaking holds of lethal
Cold
An eyelet of warmth
Whims swim in sweet whispers
Favorable fancies fan under there...
Receding edges spread
Perimeters lance
Iced scythes slice habituations
Possibly twice
To forsake your furnace
That responsible
Clement
Core
That coursing sole (soul) source
Numbing necrosis
To port you below
Glacial flows & floral undertow
Gracious guiles glisten
Upon this voracious orfice
Cloy & clouded
Smoking liquid shadow
Sweeping sheets of
Shallow veils ...
Cold
An eyelet of warmth
Whims swim in sweet whispers
Favorable fancies fan under there...
Receding edges spread
Perimeters lance
Iced scythes slice habituations
Possibly twice
To forsake your furnace
That responsible
Clement
Core
That coursing sole (soul) source
Numbing necrosis
To port you below
Glacial flows & floral undertow
Gracious guiles glisten
Upon this voracious orfice
Cloy & clouded
Smoking liquid shadow
Sweeping sheets of
Shallow veils ...
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1 Comment
poetryaccident
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:21pm
Yesterday 4:21pm
No Escape
I die inside before the whole
a gift of numbness does portend
finding peace within the void
hollow shell is left to spoil
calmness hides the inner screams
looking round at where I live
knowing there is so much more
than what I hold to my heart.
I’ll put aside the fleeting dreams
shining stars not meant to be
by the virtue of circumstance
or my lack to reach beyond
both will leave me in this room
with one as nature’s turning wheel
the other fully on my head
together shunting prospect’s bless.
Reality asks for its...
a gift of numbness does portend
finding peace within the void
hollow shell is left to spoil
calmness hides the inner screams
looking round at where I live
knowing there is so much more
than what I hold to my heart.
I’ll put aside the fleeting dreams
shining stars not meant to be
by the virtue of circumstance
or my lack to reach beyond
both will leave me in this room
with one as nature’s turning wheel
the other fully on my head
together shunting prospect’s bless.
Reality asks for its...
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Joshuaberry
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:44pm
Yesterday 3:44pm
Darkness And I
The thick darkness calls at me,
But what league do we have in common?
The heightened atmosphere beckons to me,
But my interest; moistured and forlorn.
The singing toads and howling crickets,
The berries and almonds speaking in tongues.
The bewitching owl got me in her thicket,
Now choked in the pleasantries of her throngs.
Grotesque shape salutes the nooks and crannies.
Now a scotting lizard later a stooping hunter.
My fear levitated from venus to other axis,
Before the ray of my lover glitters.
More fear,dreads did darkness lent me....
But what league do we have in common?
The heightened atmosphere beckons to me,
But my interest; moistured and forlorn.
The singing toads and howling crickets,
The berries and almonds speaking in tongues.
The bewitching owl got me in her thicket,
Now choked in the pleasantries of her throngs.
Grotesque shape salutes the nooks and crannies.
Now a scotting lizard later a stooping hunter.
My fear levitated from venus to other axis,
Before the ray of my lover glitters.
More fear,dreads did darkness lent me....
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:23am
Yesterday 10:23am
My elegy
What are we, but dust in the wind,
A single grain of sand, upon a beach.
The merest speck of light,
In the great sun’s dazzling rays.
A mere moment, in eternity,
A mere second, in a life time.
For today we are here,
Then tomorrow we are gone.
So remember to live life to the fullest
And capture and taste every sweet moment.
For they are few and far between,
But we remember them, as remarkable things.
But unfortunately for us,
They don't happen very often.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
A single grain of sand, upon a beach.
The merest speck of light,
In the great sun’s dazzling rays.
A mere moment, in eternity,
A mere second, in a life time.
For today we are here,
Then tomorrow we are gone.
So remember to live life to the fullest
And capture and taste every sweet moment.
For they are few and far between,
But we remember them, as remarkable things.
But unfortunately for us,
They don't happen very often.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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SweetOblivion
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:22am
Yesterday 9:22am
It hurts to write
Where would she take him, if the verses worked?
Where would they go, if stories were told right?
When would he look away? Well, if she shirked
A morning at the desk: then he would bite
Out orders and demand the afternoon
Was filled with scribbled efforts to make up;
And to ensure she did not lose the tune
Or thread of any sonnet that was stuck,
Unwritten in her head; her barren pen
And silence could be labelled as a mean
Reward for flowers fresh in the glass vase;
And now, his ashes chide her, having been
Brought back to tears and...
Where would they go, if stories were told right?
When would he look away? Well, if she shirked
A morning at the desk: then he would bite
Out orders and demand the afternoon
Was filled with scribbled efforts to make up;
And to ensure she did not lose the tune
Or thread of any sonnet that was stuck,
Unwritten in her head; her barren pen
And silence could be labelled as a mean
Reward for flowers fresh in the glass vase;
And now, his ashes chide her, having been
Brought back to tears and...
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Taurek
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:58am
Yesterday 8:58am
Beta Testing
The alpha gets all the hate
Because he’s at the top of the chain
And all these other knaves
Get chained just like any other
LA bitch
War torn Kosovo
Terrorists in Amsterdam
Another feather in your cap
Heroin addiction
Guns in the hands
Of vicious criminals
Don’t tell me your sob story
I don’t give a shit
You keep pruning the tree
Until it grows right
The fat lady dances
This bong doesn’t work right
Quit drinking because of vanity
The disloyal girlfriend end up
With a husband who cheats
Getting...
Because he’s at the top of the chain
And all these other knaves
Get chained just like any other
LA bitch
War torn Kosovo
Terrorists in Amsterdam
Another feather in your cap
Heroin addiction
Guns in the hands
Of vicious criminals
Don’t tell me your sob story
I don’t give a shit
You keep pruning the tree
Until it grows right
The fat lady dances
This bong doesn’t work right
Quit drinking because of vanity
The disloyal girlfriend end up
With a husband who cheats
Getting...
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Dresdamanx
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:52am
Yesterday 8:52am
Untitled
What has awoken
To stir and burden
A heart to yearn for
Passion’s yield?
Who has risen
To rally dimmed flames
In grand desire of
Discovery and rediscovery?
When shall be
The moment...the
Grand Union, in which
To wade so deeply?
Where will find,
This act born out,
The stage where futures
& fortunes are risked?
To be true
To be whole
To be felt
To give feeling
To allow
To trespass
Upon whose shoulder
Dare judgement lie,
When the body & mind
Agree to freedom? ...
To stir and burden
A heart to yearn for
Passion’s yield?
Who has risen
To rally dimmed flames
In grand desire of
Discovery and rediscovery?
When shall be
The moment...the
Grand Union, in which
To wade so deeply?
Where will find,
This act born out,
The stage where futures
& fortunes are risked?
To be true
To be whole
To be felt
To give feeling
To allow
To trespass
Upon whose shoulder
Dare judgement lie,
When the body & mind
Agree to freedom? ...
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