Least Read Dark Poems
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
12th Dec 2020 6:46pm
12th Dec 2020 6:46pm
Druid Solstice
#BDSM
#rhyming
#pagan
7 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
3rd May 2021 10:13am
3rd May 2021 10:13am
elderliness
Elderliness
Closer and closer they came
old women with faces made of lava
and stinking volcanic mouths.
Bodies of soil after years of drought,
dead oasis simmered
between thin thighs and haloes
of brittle hair.
They slowly stomped during ancient dust
covered their bird claw feet.
I turned and fled through a thorny bush.
Stumbled into indifference time.
Fell into a muddy lake
and drowned in a cascade of ages.
Closer and closer they came
old women with faces made of lava
and stinking volcanic mouths.
Bodies of soil after years of drought,
dead oasis simmered
between thin thighs and haloes
of brittle hair.
They slowly stomped during ancient dust
covered their bird claw feet.
I turned and fled through a thorny bush.
Stumbled into indifference time.
Fell into a muddy lake
and drowned in a cascade of ages.
#monsters
#dragons
#ghosts
#fairies
#mermaids
12 reads
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Thedeadinme
Poem Published
10th May 2021 2:21am
10th May 2021 2:21am
Gifts Left Wasted
Gin soaked and parabolic
The moon by nature Divine
The hallowed husk of damnation's toil
What treachery befalls me?
Embryonic of a still born heart
The price of infamy untold
Better bartered for a gift of solace
And still the moon to smite my soul
The moon by nature Divine
The hallowed husk of damnation's toil
What treachery befalls me?
Embryonic of a still born heart
The price of infamy untold
Better bartered for a gift of solace
And still the moon to smite my soul
#sadness
#sky
13 reads
2 Comments
jackhandy
Poem Published
8th May 2021 10:18pm
8th May 2021 10:18pm
one day
one day I will find the man that damaged you
I know his name L.W. I am coming for you
I don't give a damn if it was 40 plus years ago
you stole a teenage girls purity
for the sake taking her cherry
twenty five she was sixteen
statutory rape ring a bell
you've started a sing career
watch your back
your next gig I might be there
I know his name L.W. I am coming for you
I don't give a damn if it was 40 plus years ago
you stole a teenage girls purity
for the sake taking her cherry
twenty five she was sixteen
statutory rape ring a bell
you've started a sing career
watch your back
your next gig I might be there
#evil
#tragedy
#suffering #manipulation
#suffering #manipulation
14 reads
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
6th May 2021 9:42pm
6th May 2021 9:42pm
Stilled
A dream of Heaven on Earth is first,
And then a wish to fly with birds,
And then a want to make it so;
So we evolve and on it goes.
From worms we grow to become Kings,
And things are dreamed and eventually seen,
And in-between we become keen,
To find the source of everything.
Desire is the light that burns inside,
From babies cry, to not wanting to die.
We need to live, we beg forgive,
We give and we give,
So still we try.
Ambition is a manifestation,
Of human power, the strength of will....
And then a wish to fly with birds,
And then a want to make it so;
So we evolve and on it goes.
From worms we grow to become Kings,
And things are dreamed and eventually seen,
And in-between we become keen,
To find the source of everything.
Desire is the light that burns inside,
From babies cry, to not wanting to die.
We need to live, we beg forgive,
We give and we give,
So still we try.
Ambition is a manifestation,
Of human power, the strength of will....
#dreams
#power
#death
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
15 reads
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2019 5:14am
3rd Feb 2019 5:14am
8. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
My feet feel gravity un-gilled. They shuffle
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...
#dark
#funny
#monsters #dating
#monsters #dating
16 reads
2 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Poem Published
12th May 2021 11:10pm
12th May 2021 11:10pm
Claustrophobia
Chest tightening
cold sweat
panic
it is so dark
I must get out
please let me out
I am trapped
to feel the breath of wind
and the sun shining through me
the beauty of the world is fading
the memories grow dim
I claw in useless rage
at the ribs that are my bars
at the chest that is my prison
I am the beating heart
the soul of man
losing track of days and weeks
the madness of isolation
tortured by a thousand little sins
staked on the anthill of your life
I wait for pain to end
never ending...
cold sweat
panic
it is so dark
I must get out
please let me out
I am trapped
to feel the breath of wind
and the sun shining through me
the beauty of the world is fading
the memories grow dim
I claw in useless rage
at the ribs that are my bars
at the chest that is my prison
I am the beating heart
the soul of man
losing track of days and weeks
the madness of isolation
tortured by a thousand little sins
staked on the anthill of your life
I wait for pain to end
never ending...
#anger
#despair
#suffering
16 reads
10 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
5th Sep 2017 11:21pm
5th Sep 2017 11:21pm
RECKLESS
When eternity is out of reach
Washed away by waves of the beach
And you feel in your aching bones
And hear it in earthly tones
That you’ve lost your only chance
To have that wedding dance
With Jesus in heaven
Having lost your Lucky Seven
Your heart has no other choice
You lose your way and voice
And you step into the world of a reckless sinner
Destined to lose and not be a winner.
As much as one misses God and turn to Him
The light of the soul grows awfully dim
Cast into darkness, one sits in silence
As...
Washed away by waves of the beach
And you feel in your aching bones
And hear it in earthly tones
That you’ve lost your only chance
To have that wedding dance
With Jesus in heaven
Having lost your Lucky Seven
Your heart has no other choice
You lose your way and voice
And you step into the world of a reckless sinner
Destined to lose and not be a winner.
As much as one misses God and turn to Him
The light of the soul grows awfully dim
Cast into darkness, one sits in silence
As...
17 reads
6 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
15th Mar 2021 1:48am
15th Mar 2021 1:48am
Druid Equinox
#BDSM
#rhyming
#pagan
17 reads
3 Comments
SimpleTon
Poem Published
2nd May 2021 8:17am
2nd May 2021 8:17am
1- Serial killer trivia to make you feel better
Awwww poor little didums you didn't get a birthday party as a child!
Throw a tantrum, scream and stamp your feet right now
Feel like mummy and daddy let you down?
Some poor kids had Pogo the clown also known as John Wayne Gacy
You imagine:
- Ballons
-Presents
-Entertainment
-Silly games
-Cutting the cake
Imagine instead a psychopaths painted face and the lingering odour of dead bodies from beneath the crawl space.
Throw a tantrum, scream and stamp your feet right now
Feel like mummy and daddy let you down?
Some poor kids had Pogo the clown also known as John Wayne Gacy
You imagine:
- Ballons
-Presents
-Entertainment
-Silly games
-Cutting the cake
Imagine instead a psychopaths painted face and the lingering odour of dead bodies from beneath the crawl space.
#dark
#violence
#satirical
17 reads
0 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
7th May 2021 10:54am
7th May 2021 10:54am
Empty Orchestra
As the wind beneath the branch breaks,
There is a tree and its leaves shake.
Night wolves howl at the setting moon
And life is left to become shattered.
Crystal clear to see the scars they left.
Holding onto life with my last breath.
Always the end it arrives too soon,
Like nothing else even mattered.
They said today would be a good day.
I used to feel, to feel that way,
But in the end there is nothing new;
You stumble and you stagger.
Gripped by fear as the end is night,
Reaching out for the...
There is a tree and its leaves shake.
Night wolves howl at the setting moon
And life is left to become shattered.
Crystal clear to see the scars they left.
Holding onto life with my last breath.
Always the end it arrives too soon,
Like nothing else even mattered.
They said today would be a good day.
I used to feel, to feel that way,
But in the end there is nothing new;
You stumble and you stagger.
Gripped by fear as the end is night,
Reaching out for the...
#anxiety
#grief
#dark
#death
#emptiness
17 reads
0 Comments
Breedlove
Poem Published
8th May 2021 7:46pm
8th May 2021 7:46pm
Father Bob
I can't sing and I can't rap though
I can write slick lines
That rhyme with nintendo
Like all day or night
Use my super hero powers
Brew up a stom and lighting bolts
Electrocute your prostate
until its black and blue
Your hole it hurts
like your hemorrhoids just burst
leaking yellowish green poo
Like Dr pimple popper
When you're on the toilet steaming
Jerking off to all your demons
Come here little boy
I heard that you've been swearing
Come sit on Father Bob's lap
And no I ain't wearing
any...
I can write slick lines
That rhyme with nintendo
Like all day or night
Use my super hero powers
Brew up a stom and lighting bolts
Electrocute your prostate
until its black and blue
Your hole it hurts
like your hemorrhoids just burst
leaking yellowish green poo
Like Dr pimple popper
When you're on the toilet steaming
Jerking off to all your demons
Come here little boy
I heard that you've been swearing
Come sit on Father Bob's lap
And no I ain't wearing
any...
#anger
#hate
#shame
#confusion
#despair
17 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Dark Poetry. Dark Poems about Death, Horror and Evil
