Dark Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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ANATNOM_GNIREFFUS
Poem Published
Today 7:59am
Today 7:59am
Half-life
Dipping my hands in the barrel
But there's no fish on my table
And though we cruise these streets
All we do is hurt those we meet
And this life feels like disease
When the trauma becomes me
And I look upon you as meat
'Cause she knows he knows she nose bleed
But there's no fish on my table
And though we cruise these streets
All we do is hurt those we meet
And this life feels like disease
When the trauma becomes me
And I look upon you as meat
'Cause she knows he knows she nose bleed
#anxiety
#addiction
#suffering
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ijuswannarite
Poem Published
Today 3:14am
Today 3:14am
Serpent
Slithering
Crawling
Contorting
No longer controlling
Lingering
Taunting
Ghastly
Holy haunting
It’s time for you to die
You reek of defeat
Stinking under my feet
How does it feel to be living a lie
Thought you were important
Ha!
You’re a joke
And so weak
Trying to hide in illusion
Spilling confusion
Screaming doubt
Cause you know there’s no way out
You’re a prisoner of hell
Do you hear the chains calling you
What is snarling?
Your sharp toothed cage ready to eat you alive
Crawling
Contorting
No longer controlling
Lingering
Taunting
Ghastly
Holy haunting
It’s time for you to die
You reek of defeat
Stinking under my feet
How does it feel to be living a lie
Thought you were important
Ha!
You’re a joke
And so weak
Trying to hide in illusion
Spilling confusion
Screaming doubt
Cause you know there’s no way out
You’re a prisoner of hell
Do you hear the chains calling you
What is snarling?
Your sharp toothed cage ready to eat you alive
#death
#faith
#spiritual
#morality
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Taurek
Poem Published
Today 00:34am
Today 00:34am
Billy Goat and The Rest Of The Tchotchkes
This package is supposed
to be here tonight by 9pm,
but the website still says
“Label Created” and it’s
6:51 PM
not even “On the Way”
these creepers I bought are
10pounds each and murder
on my feet, but I like them
I mean, I really want to
know who else sips
ice cold Tito’s and
chases it with
White Claw
every night
I misunderstood an upcoming
job and now I’m not mad
anymore
I’ve got the employment
blues
the more you get rid of
things, the more you find...
to be here tonight by 9pm,
but the website still says
“Label Created” and it’s
6:51 PM
not even “On the Way”
these creepers I bought are
10pounds each and murder
on my feet, but I like them
I mean, I really want to
know who else sips
ice cold Tito’s and
chases it with
White Claw
every night
I misunderstood an upcoming
job and now I’m not mad
anymore
I’ve got the employment
blues
the more you get rid of
things, the more you find...
#marriage
#oppression
#alcohol
#disappointment
#separation
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Joshsam
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 6:06pm
27th Nov 2021 6:06pm
When there is no reason.
As walls close.
When joy ebbs.
At night alone.
Silence crushes like a vice.
Without function.
Surplus to requirements
Yesterdays headlines.
Memories hidden in stories.
Trudging through debris.
Familiar paths taken.
Similar outcomes threaten.
All encounters circle like outsiders.
Everybody knows the truth.
Days are numbered for sure.
Being afraid that just maybe.....
Nobody will think you're a somebody.
When the ice cracks.
As free falling falls.
Watch as the days turn colder.
Winter's...
When joy ebbs.
At night alone.
Silence crushes like a vice.
Without function.
Surplus to requirements
Yesterdays headlines.
Memories hidden in stories.
Trudging through debris.
Familiar paths taken.
Similar outcomes threaten.
All encounters circle like outsiders.
Everybody knows the truth.
Days are numbered for sure.
Being afraid that just maybe.....
Nobody will think you're a somebody.
When the ice cracks.
As free falling falls.
Watch as the days turn colder.
Winter's...
#death
#hell
#MovingOn
30 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Turpin
Turpin
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 3:22pm
27th Nov 2021 3:22pm
The Poison Bride
When the famous poetess passed out in her mashed potatoes on Christmas Eve, 1978, her husband rolled his eyes and her two children carried on glumly chewing. It was a semi-regular performance, the passing out act. George wondered how he'd ended up marrying the silly bitch.
Once on a literary tour, they'd been besieged by girls who seemed to regard him with envy for having such unfettered access to their mentally unstable idol. He'd happily switch places with any of them, or the middle-aged sad-sack men who worried at her ankles at luncheons. Two years ago she'd had a brief affair...
Once on a literary tour, they'd been besieged by girls who seemed to regard him with envy for having such unfettered access to their mentally unstable idol. He'd happily switch places with any of them, or the middle-aged sad-sack men who worried at her ankles at luncheons. Two years ago she'd had a brief affair...
#violence
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averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 9:33am
27th Nov 2021 9:33am
Haunted
Haunted
I can't believe it was so cheap, the budget just matched with mine, all these rooms at this price, it's old but it's quite devine
I put the key in the lock, the door seemed heavy and quite stiff, I forced it to open wide, it had that old house whiff
I opened all the windows, I made sure all the curtains were opened wide, but I just had a strange feeling, a gnawing deep inside
It felt like I was not alone, there was a presence of pending doom, no matter where I went it followed me, in each and every room
When I took a shower,...
I can't believe it was so cheap, the budget just matched with mine, all these rooms at this price, it's old but it's quite devine
I put the key in the lock, the door seemed heavy and quite stiff, I forced it to open wide, it had that old house whiff
I opened all the windows, I made sure all the curtains were opened wide, but I just had a strange feeling, a gnawing deep inside
It felt like I was not alone, there was a presence of pending doom, no matter where I went it followed me, in each and every room
When I took a shower,...
#dark
#scary
#fear
25 reads
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smackdownraven
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 5:43am
26th Nov 2021 5:43am
bleed
skull from bone
feel that rattle in your soul?
i seek your hunger and fear
insidious greed won't be denied
it will feed off your sorrow
closely listening to your screams at night
then lay witness to your pains by day
little witch...conjure despair
see if he is willing you should be spared
a menstrual moon bleeds with you
spread your pale thighs
and weep I'm already inside
you should enjoy me
cloying fingers pry your inner most secrets apart
fickle entitlement
I promise you nothing
just more...
feel that rattle in your soul?
i seek your hunger and fear
insidious greed won't be denied
it will feed off your sorrow
closely listening to your screams at night
then lay witness to your pains by day
little witch...conjure despair
see if he is willing you should be spared
a menstrual moon bleeds with you
spread your pale thighs
and weep I'm already inside
you should enjoy me
cloying fingers pry your inner most secrets apart
fickle entitlement
I promise you nothing
just more...
#dark
#evil
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1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Turpin
Turpin
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 8:45pm
25th Nov 2021 8:45pm
It was a dark and stormy night
The hotel was more populated than the proprietor, a tall and thin man, had ever seen it.
He said as much to Abigail as he led her to her room. 'The usual ghosthunters?' she asked. The proprietor paused on the landing. Beside him was a small Gothic window looking out on the forest that ran parallel to the hotel.
Opposite the hotel was a bluff that plummeted a hundred feet down to wind and seaswept rocks. 'I don't like to talk about them' he said, referring to the ghosthunters. Abigail left the matter there and followed him to her room.
It was old-fashioned,...
He said as much to Abigail as he led her to her room. 'The usual ghosthunters?' she asked. The proprietor paused on the landing. Beside him was a small Gothic window looking out on the forest that ran parallel to the hotel.
Opposite the hotel was a bluff that plummeted a hundred feet down to wind and seaswept rocks. 'I don't like to talk about them' he said, referring to the ghosthunters. Abigail left the matter there and followed him to her room.
It was old-fashioned,...
#scary
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Jermainesplain
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 1:52pm
25th Nov 2021 1:52pm
Christmas Crime (Or That Time My Old Man Straight Murdered My Mom Over Some Bullshit)
Twas a dark and sad December
When my mother was dismembered
By our father, for some unkind words she said
It was snowing, I remember
Mistletoe and chimney embers
And the hollow eyes from mommy’s severed head
He lit his pipe after a while
And laid his back upon the tiles
Of our bathroom with a belt around his arm
Then he nodded off and smiled
And we gathered single file
To watch as daddy dearest bought the farm
The police gave us some chocolates
Which melted in our pockets
And they shipped us off to live in...
When my mother was dismembered
By our father, for some unkind words she said
It was snowing, I remember
Mistletoe and chimney embers
And the hollow eyes from mommy’s severed head
He lit his pipe after a while
And laid his back upon the tiles
Of our bathroom with a belt around his arm
Then he nodded off and smiled
And we gathered single file
To watch as daddy dearest bought the farm
The police gave us some chocolates
Which melted in our pockets
And they shipped us off to live in...
#love
#family
#murder
#Christmas
#drugs
33 reads
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 1:47pm
25th Nov 2021 1:47pm
rage
today wept angry tears
indignant sighs said just how mad
I rose to greet the challenges posed
just to be struck down
defiant nature rose again
anger like it does runs its course
I was left bereft of feeling
hurting in anger's void
it was selfishness that conjured it
not getting my way made me feel impotent
the level of rage that ensued took me back
it seems a lot of my feelings go unnoticed
so when things rise they are volatile
lingers the anger what am I going to do?
I hate this...
indignant sighs said just how mad
I rose to greet the challenges posed
just to be struck down
defiant nature rose again
anger like it does runs its course
I was left bereft of feeling
hurting in anger's void
it was selfishness that conjured it
not getting my way made me feel impotent
the level of rage that ensued took me back
it seems a lot of my feelings go unnoticed
so when things rise they are volatile
lingers the anger what am I going to do?
I hate this...
#anger
#dark
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5 Comments
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 2:55am
25th Nov 2021 2:55am
Privacy
A month, no bed
All day, I wait to sleep
No time for peace
Sane minds don't live here
Neither will I if I don't get any privacy
All day, I wait to sleep
No time for peace
Sane minds don't live here
Neither will I if I don't get any privacy
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth #despair
#MentalHealth #despair
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Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 9:59pm
24th Nov 2021 9:59pm
Enticement on shiny Tips
alone
kneeling in my sanctum sanctorum
I hear you again
I was cold, shivering
and you said
I know...it scares me to scare ...upset You
I just knew there was no going back from that
bright light from the tip of the knife
sharp points winking
seductive in it's smooth lines
thoughts played within my thoughts
a small neat cut
on the wrists
a bottle of sandman's candy
would be just right
the darkness went beyond you
the screaming anxiety existed
long before your light
lit my...
kneeling in my sanctum sanctorum
I hear you again
I was cold, shivering
and you said
I know...it scares me to scare ...upset You
I just knew there was no going back from that
bright light from the tip of the knife
sharp points winking
seductive in it's smooth lines
thoughts played within my thoughts
a small neat cut
on the wrists
a bottle of sandman's candy
would be just right
the darkness went beyond you
the screaming anxiety existed
long before your light
lit my...
#sadness
#grief
#suicide
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4 Comments
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