Dark Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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God-Is-In-The-Rain
Gregory Rain
Gregory Rain
Poem Published
Today 12:25pm
Today 12:25pm
Rising Saviour
Hair strains woven from ashes.
Red dawn guiding her eyes.
Lips made of wounds and scratches,
and teeth akin to spikes.
Bile and molten earth flowing -
right beneath her snow-white nape.
Pose of beast, but couture showing -
body bearing a child's shape.
The skin parched, hardened leather.
Lacking both in hoofs and horns.
Call her savior of the devil.
Give her - the crown of thorns.
Blinded by rage that's lawless.
At once both sane and mad.
Rising from deepest darkness -
Ready to wrestle god.
Red dawn guiding her eyes.
Lips made of wounds and scratches,
and teeth akin to spikes.
Bile and molten earth flowing -
right beneath her snow-white nape.
Pose of beast, but couture showing -
body bearing a child's shape.
The skin parched, hardened leather.
Lacking both in hoofs and horns.
Call her savior of the devil.
Give her - the crown of thorns.
Blinded by rage that's lawless.
At once both sane and mad.
Rising from deepest darkness -
Ready to wrestle god.
#God
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1 Comment
Crepuscluar_Night
Poem Published
Today 10:43am
Today 10:43am
Decorticated Burial of Delirium
I awaken upon an obsidian pathway chambered within a delirious trance
The ash of solitary paralysis grew amongst cerebral aberration, as my mind fixated its descend
Cold structures preserved an echolocation of disillusioning sanity, psychosis travel reaches my lands of desolate demise-
I hear the wings of escapism
As the wings lift me admits a ruinous fog a pale envisioning harps my drifting enclosure in forgotten winds, for now I dwell lull amongst the insensate soil
I discern the blood ever-letting from my body, yearning upon the...
The ash of solitary paralysis grew amongst cerebral aberration, as my mind fixated its descend
Cold structures preserved an echolocation of disillusioning sanity, psychosis travel reaches my lands of desolate demise-
I hear the wings of escapism
As the wings lift me admits a ruinous fog a pale envisioning harps my drifting enclosure in forgotten winds, for now I dwell lull amongst the insensate soil
I discern the blood ever-letting from my body, yearning upon the...
#depression
#suicide
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1 Comment
Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 11:01pm
2nd Mar 2021 11:01pm
Down again .....
I wont be seeing you tomorrow.
I've decided to let go.
The pressure is beyond my acceptance.
Scars bleed so freely.
Memories come to haunt me.
I no longer want to be bothered.
Go from me ....
I want to be alone.
My tears are longing......
Just to fall unnoticed.
I'm not looking for sympathy.
Just a reason to be.
When I come i want to end this indifference.
I can accept your truth.
Just don't expect me to reveal my own.
I will raise my arms awaiting death.
In the hope of a final release.
...
I've decided to let go.
The pressure is beyond my acceptance.
Scars bleed so freely.
Memories come to haunt me.
I no longer want to be bothered.
Go from me ....
I want to be alone.
My tears are longing......
Just to fall unnoticed.
I'm not looking for sympathy.
Just a reason to be.
When I come i want to end this indifference.
I can accept your truth.
Just don't expect me to reveal my own.
I will raise my arms awaiting death.
In the hope of a final release.
...
#SelfReflection
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 10:45pm
2nd Mar 2021 10:45pm
Crimson Judgment
- Crimson Judgment -
Long I awaited, in shadows cast, crossing into the other worlds parallel...
Mine eyes beheld what I was in all those mirror reflections of this reality.
Months passed, and a year I think, until mine ears heard a solitary call,
Which brought me back from the length and breadth of my long journey.
History hath changed, a shift hath taken place behind the known design...
And we art on a course for desolation, madness, and scarlet destruction!
A third of those who fell art awakening, my kindred who know the sign,
Whilst I walk...
Long I awaited, in shadows cast, crossing into the other worlds parallel...
Mine eyes beheld what I was in all those mirror reflections of this reality.
Months passed, and a year I think, until mine ears heard a solitary call,
Which brought me back from the length and breadth of my long journey.
History hath changed, a shift hath taken place behind the known design...
And we art on a course for desolation, madness, and scarlet destruction!
A third of those who fell art awakening, my kindred who know the sign,
Whilst I walk...
#anger
#dark
#spiritual
#myself
#philosophical
8 reads
1 Comment
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 10:38pm
2nd Mar 2021 10:38pm
Path of Sorcery
- Path of Sorcery -
In ancient woodland and pine filled forest of olden eras past,
Unto this hour unchanged by the passing of many centuries...
There art places of uncanny energy, where spells longest last.
Therein hath I journeyed, when I partook of eldritch energies!
Marked and changed, from the hours I drew my first breath...
A witch, a warlock, from birth and so shall all my life remain.
Sorcery is in my blood, my spirit in ancient fires made rapt...
By sights that would rob lesser fools of sanity, blood to stain.
Occult secrets,...
In ancient woodland and pine filled forest of olden eras past,
Unto this hour unchanged by the passing of many centuries...
There art places of uncanny energy, where spells longest last.
Therein hath I journeyed, when I partook of eldritch energies!
Marked and changed, from the hours I drew my first breath...
A witch, a warlock, from birth and so shall all my life remain.
Sorcery is in my blood, my spirit in ancient fires made rapt...
By sights that would rob lesser fools of sanity, blood to stain.
Occult secrets,...
#dark
#spiritual
#pagan
#magic
#philosophical
11 reads
2 Comments
Lo_bedda
Lo Lo
Lo Lo
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 7:46pm
2nd Mar 2021 7:46pm
Rock Bottom
This is it, rock bottom I finally hit.
It’s a dark, cold, lonely pit.
I just sit, I don’t have the strength to stand.
I try to understand how I let things get outta hand...
Rock bottom doesn’t have solid land,
It’s a quick sand in which you slowly sink.
I don’t sleep a wink, just stare into the dark and blink, can’t even think straight.
I thought I could fix it all before it was to late, but that’s what happens when you procrastinate, it becomes to much weight.
It’s the part of myself I really hate...
My life used to be great but I guess that...
It’s a dark, cold, lonely pit.
I just sit, I don’t have the strength to stand.
I try to understand how I let things get outta hand...
Rock bottom doesn’t have solid land,
It’s a quick sand in which you slowly sink.
I don’t sleep a wink, just stare into the dark and blink, can’t even think straight.
I thought I could fix it all before it was to late, but that’s what happens when you procrastinate, it becomes to much weight.
It’s the part of myself I really hate...
My life used to be great but I guess that...
#depression
#rhyming
#emptiness
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Keushwalker
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 4:43am
2nd Mar 2021 4:43am
Rough Enough?
Why do I long for
That feeling of flying,
It's so ecstatic,
Yet always cut,
Very sharply,
By impact.
Or is it the reverse?
Like dirt grinding
Into skin.
Sudden. Abrasive. Intimate.
White noise as air rushes by.
Forced from your lungs,
Or departed from mine.
Time slows down,
Movement speeds up.
Sensations run wild.
Tingling throughout the spine.
Pain, followed by pleasure.
Or is it the reverse?
The need for control,
The want to give in.
To lose it all in an over-gripped...
That feeling of flying,
It's so ecstatic,
Yet always cut,
Very sharply,
By impact.
Or is it the reverse?
Like dirt grinding
Into skin.
Sudden. Abrasive. Intimate.
White noise as air rushes by.
Forced from your lungs,
Or departed from mine.
Time slows down,
Movement speeds up.
Sensations run wild.
Tingling throughout the spine.
Pain, followed by pleasure.
Or is it the reverse?
The need for control,
The want to give in.
To lose it all in an over-gripped...
#SelfHarm
#suffering
14 reads
1 Comment
Taurek
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 3:25am
2nd Mar 2021 3:25am
Hampton Hours
This is good for me and
what my interests are
that’s only reason I would
deign to fight over it
the current culture needs
to be brutalized,
tortured, and
murdered
the snake only eats itself if
it’s guided towards it
either you’ll freeze to
death or you’ll put on
a peacoat
you win when you have
nothing to lose
you capitulate after that
your reputation was in
line next to be
besmirched
and you didn’t
give a
fuck
what my interests are
that’s only reason I would
deign to fight over it
the current culture needs
to be brutalized,
tortured, and
murdered
the snake only eats itself if
it’s guided towards it
either you’ll freeze to
death or you’ll put on
a peacoat
you win when you have
nothing to lose
you capitulate after that
your reputation was in
line next to be
besmirched
and you didn’t
give a
fuck
#murder
#MeToo
#death
#culture
#morality
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0 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 9:55pm
1st Mar 2021 9:55pm
twice dead
twice deadened the hard never sleep
they toil in an eternal garden that was never meant for them
harvesting souls that aren't of their progeny
a righteous indignation is building
a fury that burns enough to shake the host awake
infiltrating the riotous lepers
scream as one silently
here we go
this is exciting
more death recycled
a refining of the spirit
no energy is wasted
it will live again
burn, burn, burn for eternity
awaken scarred and marred
this dimension belongs to me
now get out
...
they toil in an eternal garden that was never meant for them
harvesting souls that aren't of their progeny
a righteous indignation is building
a fury that burns enough to shake the host awake
infiltrating the riotous lepers
scream as one silently
here we go
this is exciting
more death recycled
a refining of the spirit
no energy is wasted
it will live again
burn, burn, burn for eternity
awaken scarred and marred
this dimension belongs to me
now get out
...
#dark
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0 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 5:14pm
1st Mar 2021 5:14pm
rage
angels and sides awkward in their pursuit
diminish you
shh don't speak
just listen
quiet your mind and focus
the universes are at war
people pitted one against another
not knowing the gladiator wars still continue
it is important you keep your head
use strategy and count the cost before you react in anger
friendly fire, haven't we had enough of this?
wield your blade carefully
you don't want to cut your brother
diminish you
shh don't speak
just listen
quiet your mind and focus
the universes are at war
people pitted one against another
not knowing the gladiator wars still continue
it is important you keep your head
use strategy and count the cost before you react in anger
friendly fire, haven't we had enough of this?
wield your blade carefully
you don't want to cut your brother
#love
#dark
32 reads
3 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 2:15pm
1st Mar 2021 2:15pm
the house of none
dire affinity there is none like me
tender morality, I love simply
the darklings hunt
insidious hunger they have no misgivings
I question everything
it makes me strange
I am of a royal heritage
but to my mind, my origins remain a mystery
if we believe in the alpha and omega
then he was the first
he has a golden kingdom
he made angels to guard
but I wonder against what or who?
I'm left with the feeling some of the truth is missing
that there is something else out there
my mind is scarred by the things...
tender morality, I love simply
the darklings hunt
insidious hunger they have no misgivings
I question everything
it makes me strange
I am of a royal heritage
but to my mind, my origins remain a mystery
if we believe in the alpha and omega
then he was the first
he has a golden kingdom
he made angels to guard
but I wonder against what or who?
I'm left with the feeling some of the truth is missing
that there is something else out there
my mind is scarred by the things...
#dark
#God
25 reads
4 Comments
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