Dark Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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Thedeadinme
Poem Published
Today 6:29am
Today 6:29am
A Lesser Gift
Looking for sympathy I falter to a golden ruse
An era of melancholy besets my heart
Playing with shadows always suited my palette
Darker conformities seek pleasure in my embrace
Suicide opted in lieu of chaos
Vermillion but a gift I offer the sun
Bleeding in my disconnect I paint parchments in fugue
Broken I prod at forsaken truths and pull the skies southward in futility
A better damnation to pass this wretch over
And the gift of life wasted in the womb of mother
The after birth a blessed rite
An era of melancholy besets my heart
Playing with shadows always suited my palette
Darker conformities seek pleasure in my embrace
Suicide opted in lieu of chaos
Vermillion but a gift I offer the sun
Bleeding in my disconnect I paint parchments in fugue
Broken I prod at forsaken truths and pull the skies southward in futility
A better damnation to pass this wretch over
And the gift of life wasted in the womb of mother
The after birth a blessed rite
#despair
#suffering
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Sky_dancer
Poem Published
Today 5:12am
Today 5:12am
Don't f**k with witches
#dark
#betrayal
#gothic
#magic
#revenge
19 reads
1 Comment
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
Today 3:25am
Today 3:25am
Unsheathed in the Snowy Fray
Whose bloody footprints in the snow I think I know.
His trail is black in the cloud-smothered moonlight, though;
He will not see my innocent, pale-white tracks following.
Squinting into the blizzardy fray I did, his footprints in the snow fading.
My blurred eyesight makes me think its sure madness
To tail a mad soul through the darkness;
Between heaven’s moonlight, and hell’s dark, cold wood
Gripping the sheath strapped to my belt I would!
I unsheathed my gleaming knife and slashed
To cut if there is someone there.
The only...
His trail is black in the cloud-smothered moonlight, though;
He will not see my innocent, pale-white tracks following.
Squinting into the blizzardy fray I did, his footprints in the snow fading.
My blurred eyesight makes me think its sure madness
To tail a mad soul through the darkness;
Between heaven’s moonlight, and hell’s dark, cold wood
Gripping the sheath strapped to my belt I would!
I unsheathed my gleaming knife and slashed
To cut if there is someone there.
The only...
#dark
#murder
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candycrier
Poem Published
Today 00:34am
Today 00:34am
specter
the finality
sometimes returns
she's walking away
looking back, then again
as if she vaguely recognizes you
you wave with child-like innocence
but she walks on
leaving you sitting cross-legged on the pavement
before the rusted door of once hallowed love
sometimes returns
she's walking away
looking back, then again
as if she vaguely recognizes you
you wave with child-like innocence
but she walks on
leaving you sitting cross-legged on the pavement
before the rusted door of once hallowed love
#loneliness
13 reads
1 Comment
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:17am
Yesterday 3:17am
The cemetery
Beneath the skin the flesh made bare,
Beneath the flesh the bones laid there,
Beneath the bone the marrows dwell,
Beneath the mind the timeless spell.
The cloud, the tree, the mystic Sage,
Eight guardians halt the demon's rage.
A lake in which the serpent coils,
Five corpses in their entrails boil.
A whisper heard throughout the land,
Secrets do beckon the timer's sand.
To walk in here if fear hath led,
Would dessicate and leave thee dead.
If pure of heart and Love's disciple,
Guide wand'rers under...
Beneath the flesh the bones laid there,
Beneath the bone the marrows dwell,
Beneath the mind the timeless spell.
The cloud, the tree, the mystic Sage,
Eight guardians halt the demon's rage.
A lake in which the serpent coils,
Five corpses in their entrails boil.
A whisper heard throughout the land,
Secrets do beckon the timer's sand.
To walk in here if fear hath led,
Would dessicate and leave thee dead.
If pure of heart and Love's disciple,
Guide wand'rers under...
#death
#magic
37 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
10th Dec 2018 3:35pm
10th Dec 2018 3:35pm
Mute
my frenetic code is left all over the place
I can't hide it
this ball of energy
out of rhythm with the universe,
there is a portal in poetry
in which to enter and touch the stars
I come in disarray
disorganized in my thoughts
I can feel the pulsing beauty
but my heart is pumping hard
there is a pit in my stomach
worry on my mind
the words to free me
just out of reach
I'm not in time with the music
playing offbeat
beauty is the order of the day
within the chaos of my soul ...
I can't hide it
this ball of energy
out of rhythm with the universe,
there is a portal in poetry
in which to enter and touch the stars
I come in disarray
disorganized in my thoughts
I can feel the pulsing beauty
but my heart is pumping hard
there is a pit in my stomach
worry on my mind
the words to free me
just out of reach
I'm not in time with the music
playing offbeat
beauty is the order of the day
within the chaos of my soul ...
#anxiety
#dark
#bipolar
77 reads
14 Comments
mingomingus
Poem Published
10th Dec 2018 4:19am
10th Dec 2018 4:19am
Hello - how are you doing today tonight
In the body of my grocery store, I'm accustomed to blood-letting now and again
Great deals on meat increase our red-blood cell count this Memorial Day
Mum's the word...I serve no mice
Sever a limb this early morn for a profusion of those sanguine globules wrapped in flesh,
Pulsing sacredly, flowing through the orifices of my lane to weigh upon my registered nerve;
Out of my mouth sighs transpose into automated greetings upon partings
To avoid such a barrage, I prefer my duties at night;
The customers reduced to oozing sores beating in time to my...
Great deals on meat increase our red-blood cell count this Memorial Day
Mum's the word...I serve no mice
Sever a limb this early morn for a profusion of those sanguine globules wrapped in flesh,
Pulsing sacredly, flowing through the orifices of my lane to weigh upon my registered nerve;
Out of my mouth sighs transpose into automated greetings upon partings
To avoid such a barrage, I prefer my duties at night;
The customers reduced to oozing sores beating in time to my...
#holiday
#consumerism
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jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
10th Dec 2018 00:51am
10th Dec 2018 00:51am
Abel
Do you know how many times shes been in that closet
Screaming B inside her head spraying like a faucet
Hoping he'd show with his great big knife
Balls deep in that sweet dark down south
Shes screaming yes please as he slowly knifes her
Pushes against her throat while he violently fucks her
Fuck you no and she begins to push and
You laugh out loud ram it all into that tush
Who you fightin baby, me or you?
Her answer an elbow flying into you
He laughs at the small amount of blood dribble
Now this is a good time and he...
Screaming B inside her head spraying like a faucet
Hoping he'd show with his great big knife
Balls deep in that sweet dark down south
Shes screaming yes please as he slowly knifes her
Pushes against her throat while he violently fucks her
Fuck you no and she begins to push and
You laugh out loud ram it all into that tush
Who you fightin baby, me or you?
Her answer an elbow flying into you
He laughs at the small amount of blood dribble
Now this is a good time and he...
#depression
#lust
#loneliness #death
#loneliness #death
27 reads
1 Comment
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
9th Dec 2018 8:12pm
9th Dec 2018 8:12pm
Unmarked by That Voyage
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.
I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.” - Anne Sexton
Silently and gracefully,
we climb aboard the boat.
When all makes sense at last,
death’s relaxing, and serene.
The gentle rocking of the liner
adds to mellow tempers all around.
A lady in furs is as calm
as the day God rested.
We move across a sea that’s barely glimpsed,
like train stops during night journeys.
All that remains of history, and life,
is little symbols on our shades.
...
I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.” - Anne Sexton
Silently and gracefully,
we climb aboard the boat.
When all makes sense at last,
death’s relaxing, and serene.
The gentle rocking of the liner
adds to mellow tempers all around.
A lady in furs is as calm
as the day God rested.
We move across a sea that’s barely glimpsed,
like train stops during night journeys.
All that remains of history, and life,
is little symbols on our shades.
...
#death
23 reads
0 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
9th Dec 2018 5:15pm
9th Dec 2018 5:15pm
An Ending Note...
Tis the end of my path;
twas a treacherous journey!
Shall I die now?
Now as my end?
A path to culmination,
nowhere left to trek on.
All my meanings and sufferings
will come to a vicious finale tonight.
Will I take someone with me?
No, there’s no point…
I want to die
…with honor.
twas a treacherous journey!
Shall I die now?
Now as my end?
A path to culmination,
nowhere left to trek on.
All my meanings and sufferings
will come to a vicious finale tonight.
Will I take someone with me?
No, there’s no point…
I want to die
…with honor.
#sadness
#depression
#suicide
#illness
#MentalHealth
35 reads
1 Comment
LUUH19
Emeraldia
Emeraldia
Poem Published
9th Dec 2018 4:53pm
9th Dec 2018 4:53pm
Paresis
I don't like myself right now
I thought I was better
Immersed in fatigue
Gravity my leash
Eye lids being pulled up
Trying to stay, as my first day
I want, I need my piece
to be in peace.
I thought I was better
Immersed in fatigue
Gravity my leash
Eye lids being pulled up
Trying to stay, as my first day
I want, I need my piece
to be in peace.
#sadness
#dark
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