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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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NoQuarter
Fred
Fred
Poem Published
Today 5:03am
Today 5:03am
The hollow crown
A shroud of silence wraps the world.
Bones hum beneath the skin,
each crack, a song of endings.
The air, thick with decay,
whispers secrets only the dead understand.
Time - it bleeds into itself,
dripping like tar onto the brittle earth.
Every breath tastes of rot,
every heartbeat stumbles,
clawing toward an inevitable abyss.
Eyes become empty doors,
opening onto blackened fields
where shadows linger,
silent and watching,
as if the void were their home.
What is flesh but a cage,
and the soul but...
Bones hum beneath the skin,
each crack, a song of endings.
The air, thick with decay,
whispers secrets only the dead understand.
Time - it bleeds into itself,
dripping like tar onto the brittle earth.
Every breath tastes of rot,
every heartbeat stumbles,
clawing toward an inevitable abyss.
Eyes become empty doors,
opening onto blackened fields
where shadows linger,
silent and watching,
as if the void were their home.
What is flesh but a cage,
and the soul but...
#dark
28 reads
1 Comment
scarlet_rabbit
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:49pm
Yesterday 2:49pm
Amarok
You want me to be sweet, that's how I pleased you.
Made you believe in me, that I'm your little sheep.
Your beast. Your Amarok.
Heartless to everyone else, sinking my fangs in those who disobey;
I became the pet of the true monster which was you.
But you never read what my name means.
SICK, SICK, YOU MAKE ME SICK!!
I LIED TO YOU AND FUCKED YOU, JUST TO MAKE YOU TRUST ME.
SICK, SICK, YOU MAKE ME SICK!!
I RIPPED YOUR THROAT OUT AND FRENCH-KISSED YOUR CORPSE BECAUSE THE REAL MONSTER WAS YOU.
I had to watch you break her.
Fearful...
Made you believe in me, that I'm your little sheep.
Your beast. Your Amarok.
Heartless to everyone else, sinking my fangs in those who disobey;
I became the pet of the true monster which was you.
But you never read what my name means.
SICK, SICK, YOU MAKE ME SICK!!
I LIED TO YOU AND FUCKED YOU, JUST TO MAKE YOU TRUST ME.
SICK, SICK, YOU MAKE ME SICK!!
I RIPPED YOUR THROAT OUT AND FRENCH-KISSED YOUR CORPSE BECAUSE THE REAL MONSTER WAS YOU.
I had to watch you break her.
Fearful...
#abuse
#manipulation
#revenge
47 reads
7 Comments
SLYMBEKQUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:58am
Yesterday 10:58am
LEILA OH LEILA
#anger
#childhood
#dating
#death
#motherhood
22 reads
1 Comment
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 3:00am
3rd Jan 2025 3:00am
Vision_of_insanity's ass whooping!
#hurt
#lust
#scary
59 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 7:02pm
16th Jan 2025 7:02pm
~sleep mode
sleep mode
..
but where is it
when pain had seeped in
..in the continuous mumblings
of immobilised desperations
those indistinct murmurs
pitch a sudden high
as unbelievably
peaking lucidities
glowering as angered
red sparking embers
in their many pointed shout outs
of a deadening pace.. wrapped
up shockingly.. with low
alternating troughs.. of
as if an enacted thorough
begging.. with some
quick silvered dark twist
of frightening frustrations, in
a busted...
..
but where is it
when pain had seeped in
..in the continuous mumblings
of immobilised desperations
those indistinct murmurs
pitch a sudden high
as unbelievably
peaking lucidities
glowering as angered
red sparking embers
in their many pointed shout outs
of a deadening pace.. wrapped
up shockingly.. with low
alternating troughs.. of
as if an enacted thorough
begging.. with some
quick silvered dark twist
of frightening frustrations, in
a busted...
#death
#hurt
#night
#sadness
#sleep
63 reads
3 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 10:30pm
15th Jan 2025 10:30pm
rip
death to the day that beheld you
screaming epiphanies burn into my mind
dark vision the day I first saw you
awakening to the horror of your sickening face
enter into an understanding I can't stand you
reaper dear please tear him apart
rip the soul leave the flesh cold
screaming epiphanies burn into my mind
dark vision the day I first saw you
awakening to the horror of your sickening face
enter into an understanding I can't stand you
reaper dear please tear him apart
rip the soul leave the flesh cold
#dark
48 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 8:39pm
15th Jan 2025 8:39pm
rapturous
rapturous greed, greet me in the solemn scorn, I am in need
keening rebellion I will not be silent
with a vow on my lips I darken the day
proclaiming my need
chanting sacred thoughts, to the airs listening
the heartless moon, could not see the beauty in me
altered dawn turn red
cynical of mind I see the murder in your eyes
nonplussed I make no move
instead I invite you
curses spoken, fall through the night
landing in you skull
screaming, you try to drown the restless spirits, you have attracted
watching on...
keening rebellion I will not be silent
with a vow on my lips I darken the day
proclaiming my need
chanting sacred thoughts, to the airs listening
the heartless moon, could not see the beauty in me
altered dawn turn red
cynical of mind I see the murder in your eyes
nonplussed I make no move
instead I invite you
curses spoken, fall through the night
landing in you skull
screaming, you try to drown the restless spirits, you have attracted
watching on...
#dark
#hell
34 reads
2 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 4:57pm
15th Jan 2025 4:57pm
Nightmare Scape #49
Sleep leaves the waking mind.
The floor rises with hope.
Crashing down into despair.
Standing in the bridge of an unknown ship.
Everything is rusted iron and flaking paint.
Staring out of the broken glass.
A dark sea floods over the rusted flight deck.
Full steam into the abyss.
The controls are jammed.
The vessel deserted.
Full steam into the moonless storm.
The wind blows through the bridge.
The foam swells over the decks.
Rising hope filled waves.
Crashing into despair.
Full steam into...
The floor rises with hope.
Crashing down into despair.
Standing in the bridge of an unknown ship.
Everything is rusted iron and flaking paint.
Staring out of the broken glass.
A dark sea floods over the rusted flight deck.
Full steam into the abyss.
The controls are jammed.
The vessel deserted.
Full steam into the moonless storm.
The wind blows through the bridge.
The foam swells over the decks.
Rising hope filled waves.
Crashing into despair.
Full steam into...
#hope
45 reads
2 Comments
Hellarchy
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 5:30am
15th Jan 2025 5:30am
The Source
Life's been cruel to me so far
If I could catch a falling star
I wouldn't wash away my scars
I'd piece together all the shards
Of broken glass
Shattered years past
Filthy memories left unbathed
But no one walks away unscathed
Long ago I got the point
Aching bones and creaking joints
Any comfort is a privilege
Afforded only by indifference
I see the light
Can't close the distance
Sprinting toward sweet deliverance
Long after my feet are blistered
Where most would yield,...
If I could catch a falling star
I wouldn't wash away my scars
I'd piece together all the shards
Of broken glass
Shattered years past
Filthy memories left unbathed
But no one walks away unscathed
Long ago I got the point
Aching bones and creaking joints
Any comfort is a privilege
Afforded only by indifference
I see the light
Can't close the distance
Sprinting toward sweet deliverance
Long after my feet are blistered
Where most would yield,...
#dark
#denial
#loneliness
#regret
#shame
65 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 3:11am
15th Jan 2025 3:11am
One more day needed...
A man I know just lost his mother.
We comforted him as best we could.
He cried for hours. I'm sure his
cries continued after I left.
I left because I was angry. Not at
the bereaved friend - but at my
CUNT mother! I survived her.
I raised myself while being her slave
and the family sex toy. She had
been abused and escaped! She
chose to return to the fold and
allow/force the physical and sexual
abuse on me!
I wish we would have had love between
us! We didn't! I avoided her for over a
decade as I was...
We comforted him as best we could.
He cried for hours. I'm sure his
cries continued after I left.
I left because I was angry. Not at
the bereaved friend - but at my
CUNT mother! I survived her.
I raised myself while being her slave
and the family sex toy. She had
been abused and escaped! She
chose to return to the fold and
allow/force the physical and sexual
abuse on me!
I wish we would have had love between
us! We didn't! I avoided her for over a
decade as I was...
#abuse
#anger
#hate #mother
#hate #mother
59 reads
6 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 2:56pm
14th Jan 2025 2:56pm
The Mask
Who was the catalyst that catapulted me
into my chosen art?
I’ve always loved the macabre,
so, show me what you wouldn’t dare reveal to your friends,
speak words you wouldn’t whisper in church.
I want the ghastly,
show me your devil face.
I am not all good, nor am I all evil,
bringing lunch for both my demons and angels,
finding ways for my inner turmoil to exist.
If the Cheshire cat can tell Alice
he doesn’t love her, then so can you.
It’s Poe, it’s Goya,
brains splattered like Hemingway. ...
into my chosen art?
I’ve always loved the macabre,
so, show me what you wouldn’t dare reveal to your friends,
speak words you wouldn’t whisper in church.
I want the ghastly,
show me your devil face.
I am not all good, nor am I all evil,
bringing lunch for both my demons and angels,
finding ways for my inner turmoil to exist.
If the Cheshire cat can tell Alice
he doesn’t love her, then so can you.
It’s Poe, it’s Goya,
brains splattered like Hemingway. ...
#dark
#evil
#horror
#love
#WritingPoetry
50 reads
3 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 6:39am
14th Jan 2025 6:39am
~convoluted dark depths:: the swallowing gallows
rusted nibs
of this bloodied
pen.. breaks in that
decisive split second..
(a
ray of hope dawns
from it’s parted away
abrupt clucking splits
.. as an umbilical
home connect..
yet gotten cut off
for that lighted
chapter .. if not an
illumine.. )
..s e n t e n c e d
.
are only those
the so - system’s
scapegoats.. those
from their pleading
eyes of innocence..
breaks free..
from
the mindlessly
let loose volatility ...
of this bloodied
pen.. breaks in that
decisive split second..
(a
ray of hope dawns
from it’s parted away
abrupt clucking splits
.. as an umbilical
home connect..
yet gotten cut off
for that lighted
chapter .. if not an
illumine.. )
..s e n t e n c e d
.
are only those
the so - system’s
scapegoats.. those
from their pleading
eyes of innocence..
breaks free..
from
the mindlessly
let loose volatility ...
#conflict
#corruption
#death
#prison
#rebellion
106 reads
5 Comments
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