Dark Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
Today 7:45am
Today 7:45am
Techno-magick
Their leviathan conjures black sun to darken days
Rubbing soulless eyes as witched confusion lays,
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An art-deco to mask the unholy temple worship
Trick heart broke in two, their minded back slip,
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Deadly sentence into sentense as the mind rips,
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Fatal idea wondering underneath a hanging tree
With a sleeping hidden giant of past danger to be,
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This accumulation of timed lies by conjectured spin
In so consequent, to flow atop their sorcerous wind.
Rubbing soulless eyes as witched confusion lays,
-
An art-deco to mask the unholy temple worship
Trick heart broke in two, their minded back slip,
-
Deadly sentence into sentense as the mind rips,
-
Fatal idea wondering underneath a hanging tree
With a sleeping hidden giant of past danger to be,
-
This accumulation of timed lies by conjectured spin
In so consequent, to flow atop their sorcerous wind.
#philosophical
#curse
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anonymouslyhere
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:16pm
Yesterday 11:16pm
It Burned Slowly/ A Life of Last Breaths
We fell from the heavens
On the remains of life
Lost in fragments
Floating particals of ash
It covers the earth entirely
Tirelessly unrelenting
Smoke rained downward
All the eyes were put out
Our lives are emptiness
Bleak photographs
Of years we never lived
Colorless as our effection
A man stood there
In the overcast sunrise
Emotionless
Overwhelmed
I held his hat for a time
In his greiving he submitted
There shall be no forgiveness
Among these flesh-statues
Bound to this lifelessness ...
On the remains of life
Lost in fragments
Floating particals of ash
It covers the earth entirely
Tirelessly unrelenting
Smoke rained downward
All the eyes were put out
Our lives are emptiness
Bleak photographs
Of years we never lived
Colorless as our effection
A man stood there
In the overcast sunrise
Emotionless
Overwhelmed
I held his hat for a time
In his greiving he submitted
There shall be no forgiveness
Among these flesh-statues
Bound to this lifelessness ...
#dark
#silence
#tragedy #suffering
#tragedy #suffering
22 reads
2 Comments
God-Is-In-The-Rain
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:58pm
Yesterday 10:58pm
Wedding Vows for Widowers and Widows.
pictures full of smiling Ghosts.
reminding of all that's Lost.
drowsy clouds encased in Glass.
deep cracks that shall never Pass.
reflecting eyes of Despair.
possessing a painful Stare.
belonging to tired Pulse.
of good intentions - bad Results.
foolish veins that like to Trust.
beautiful mind crushed to Dust.
perhaps made from Hematite.
smart, but never quite Refined.
filled by thoughts so bitter Sweet.
merciful, yet guilt-filled Deed.
memories that taste like Lead.
and wedding vows left Unsaid,
to fading smell...
reminding of all that's Lost.
drowsy clouds encased in Glass.
deep cracks that shall never Pass.
reflecting eyes of Despair.
possessing a painful Stare.
belonging to tired Pulse.
of good intentions - bad Results.
foolish veins that like to Trust.
beautiful mind crushed to Dust.
perhaps made from Hematite.
smart, but never quite Refined.
filled by thoughts so bitter Sweet.
merciful, yet guilt-filled Deed.
memories that taste like Lead.
and wedding vows left Unsaid,
to fading smell...
#despair
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:41pm
Yesterday 10:41pm
The Silence
Then there was peace…
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
#depression
#dark
#soldiers
#war
#silence
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MadameLavender
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:48pm
Yesterday 9:48pm
The Lace
(written for the Ravens and Poets, comp)
They tore the veil from off her face,
and pick’d her eyes, behind the lace,
those raving, rabid, black-winged crows—
their motives, only they did know.
For when she set upon the ground
her footsteps, nary made a sound
‘cept for the crisping of the leaves
‘tween tooth-like graves, amid the breeze.
She came upon a certain stone
which beckoned her to kneel, alone
and place her palms upon the soil—
no time, there was, to then recoil
and...
They tore the veil from off her face,
and pick’d her eyes, behind the lace,
those raving, rabid, black-winged crows—
their motives, only they did know.
For when she set upon the ground
her footsteps, nary made a sound
‘cept for the crisping of the leaves
‘tween tooth-like graves, amid the breeze.
She came upon a certain stone
which beckoned her to kneel, alone
and place her palms upon the soil—
no time, there was, to then recoil
and...
#death
#graveyard
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Poetikmind
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Poem Published
Yesterday 3:03pm
Yesterday 3:03pm
“Loved to Death...”
#sadness
#anger
#heartbroken
#despair
#morality
34 reads
3 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:26pm
Yesterday 2:26pm
Raphiumn War
#love
#dark
#death #support
#death #support
54 reads
8 Comments
SayQuois
JeremyK
JeremyK
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:14am
Yesterday 6:14am
Birthday Party
#dark
#funny
#humankind
26 reads
2 Comments
Medinda
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:18am
Yesterday 4:18am
Sacred Home
Anhedonia
Home to mother
Never had a taste
To venture near
Her shores of broken
Bone trees falling
Across the horizon
The cold hand of
Silence rests
Here
Bitter tears slide
Down rocks to meet
Waves casting away
Visions barely in
My memories now
Beginning to
Fade into hues of
Storm shaken seas
Green eyes peirce
Through fog
Thinning
And
I remember
We knew each other
When every day was ...
Home to mother
Never had a taste
To venture near
Her shores of broken
Bone trees falling
Across the horizon
The cold hand of
Silence rests
Here
Bitter tears slide
Down rocks to meet
Waves casting away
Visions barely in
My memories now
Beginning to
Fade into hues of
Storm shaken seas
Green eyes peirce
Through fog
Thinning
And
I remember
We knew each other
When every day was ...
#despair
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crowfly
Poem Published
20th Feb 2019 9:33pm
20th Feb 2019 9:33pm
Appetite
I try to keep her placated
Money, jewels and foreign lands
She concedes that I am quite enough
To feed her growing appetite
She prefers to eat me fried
Dine on my breaded, steaming flesh
Claims that I am a man of taste
But still adds another dash of salt
She enjoys my remarks as she samples
Hears my assertions from the plate
Then swallows me, every scrap
And adores the succulent flavor
My nutrients course through her blood
And nourish her, my sweet treasure
She is convinced that she will thrive
And so...
Money, jewels and foreign lands
She concedes that I am quite enough
To feed her growing appetite
She prefers to eat me fried
Dine on my breaded, steaming flesh
Claims that I am a man of taste
But still adds another dash of salt
She enjoys my remarks as she samples
Hears my assertions from the plate
Then swallows me, every scrap
And adores the succulent flavor
My nutrients course through her blood
And nourish her, my sweet treasure
She is convinced that she will thrive
And so...
#funny
#surreal
29 reads
7 Comments
GaryS
Poem Published
20th Feb 2019 7:11pm
20th Feb 2019 7:11pm
Birds of the dead
above the chime
of bells that toll
hear the antidote
shrieking
clawing at the ear
cognition of the flock
bestowed
on the mind
of earthly men
meld not
the heresies
of fact and proof
with mysteries bright
and true
for out of Urim
came the one
of blood and
stone
but death
to Ur
was unleashed
and now forever gone
no border
does my country know
no servant to the king
is bowed
no forelock tug
nor voice is heard
in obeisance to
a Rule
...
of bells that toll
hear the antidote
shrieking
clawing at the ear
cognition of the flock
bestowed
on the mind
of earthly men
meld not
the heresies
of fact and proof
with mysteries bright
and true
for out of Urim
came the one
of blood and
stone
but death
to Ur
was unleashed
and now forever gone
no border
does my country know
no servant to the king
is bowed
no forelock tug
nor voice is heard
in obeisance to
a Rule
...
#dark
#Christian
#spiritual
#philosophical
#morality
14 reads
2 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
20th Feb 2019 6:46pm
20th Feb 2019 6:46pm
Drip drip drop
It happens like a drip drip, drop
when faith erodes, where is that cross
the tarnish creeps upon the shining gloss
your prayers you posted still lying in the box
In days like these fake news all pervades
loaded roulette wheel, we are all played
where everything we like seems like a bribe
that table groans, denials grace the pain and stab
Overload of emotional distress
when the razor and the knife seem best
those dark holes that come to eat your intelect
nobody sees the gone of self respect
That stress the modern...
when faith erodes, where is that cross
the tarnish creeps upon the shining gloss
your prayers you posted still lying in the box
In days like these fake news all pervades
loaded roulette wheel, we are all played
where everything we like seems like a bribe
that table groans, denials grace the pain and stab
Overload of emotional distress
when the razor and the knife seem best
those dark holes that come to eat your intelect
nobody sees the gone of self respect
That stress the modern...
#despair
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