Least Read Dark Poems
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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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
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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...
16 reads
6 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
10th Oct 2018 00:22am
10th Oct 2018 00:22am
Ode on Mara
I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.”
― Arthur Rimbaud
Mara my warden deridest me down this crucible stasis thou
Mara my warden curse the thousand circus'd curses of you
like vultures upon vultures stacked,
Filling the entire psyche of my room.
Mara my warden the devil vine of you
Licks every lacrimal gland of my heart ...
― Arthur Rimbaud
Mara my warden deridest me down this crucible stasis thou
Mara my warden curse the thousand circus'd curses of you
like vultures upon vultures stacked,
Filling the entire psyche of my room.
Mara my warden the devil vine of you
Licks every lacrimal gland of my heart ...
#dark
#devil
#frustration #philosophical
#frustration #philosophical
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2017 2:25am
22nd Sep 2017 2:25am
PRISON CELL
Here I am sitting in my prison cell
No one notices; no one can tell
My body in physical form is free
But my immortal soul-the real me
Is chained and locked away
A smile I carry day after day
But a heaviness I carry deep in the soul
Where no one can see...no one knows.
The knowledge that I may have fallen from grace
Living my younger days in total disgrace
Wearying the Lord and making Him cry
Taking for granted that for me He died
It cost me nothing and He asked for nothing in return
But doing the right thing I didn't...
No one notices; no one can tell
My body in physical form is free
But my immortal soul-the real me
Is chained and locked away
A smile I carry day after day
But a heaviness I carry deep in the soul
Where no one can see...no one knows.
The knowledge that I may have fallen from grace
Living my younger days in total disgrace
Wearying the Lord and making Him cry
Taking for granted that for me He died
It cost me nothing and He asked for nothing in return
But doing the right thing I didn't...
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7 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
20th Feb 2019 4:12am
20th Feb 2019 4:12am
Kitsch Alive!
Palatial estates
Pellegrino
Rape and dissection
Finding your mother
In grey gardens
You ruin your estate with
Animals you can barely
Take care of
Fucked up by war and
Not just the threat
Of it
Dirty kitchens and
Moose linen, who were
Those girls we met from
Finland?
Art is the world filtered
Through a dirty lens, blended,
Then frozen in time to
Make it more
Palatable
Perfection is disappointment
Confusion is the last hope we have
Until it...
Pellegrino
Rape and dissection
Finding your mother
In grey gardens
You ruin your estate with
Animals you can barely
Take care of
Fucked up by war and
Not just the threat
Of it
Dirty kitchens and
Moose linen, who were
Those girls we met from
Finland?
Art is the world filtered
Through a dirty lens, blended,
Then frozen in time to
Make it more
Palatable
Perfection is disappointment
Confusion is the last hope we have
Until it...
#children
#women
#violence
#war
#evil
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
13th Mar 2017 11:15pm
13th Mar 2017 11:15pm
untitled (collapsing atop the sad and broad glen)
i.
As bleak and murdersome crows
serve no mortal beauty nor
in tones of black assume
to beg pardon of the rose
nor in the obscuring dark
let pity's bones lay hushful and tenderly
so i am out of place
i am at a place out of place and with baleful heart
a space of no gardenias also nor honeysuckle
for brogue soles
deathly have trampled those under.
ii.
, collapsing atop the sad and broad glen
i shave my head to immersion ...
As bleak and murdersome crows
serve no mortal beauty nor
in tones of black assume
to beg pardon of the rose
nor in the obscuring dark
let pity's bones lay hushful and tenderly
so i am out of place
i am at a place out of place and with baleful heart
a space of no gardenias also nor honeysuckle
for brogue soles
deathly have trampled those under.
ii.
, collapsing atop the sad and broad glen
i shave my head to immersion ...
21 reads
7 Comments
Darksun82
Poem Published
9th Feb 2019 10:53am
9th Feb 2019 10:53am
Father oh Father
Father oh father do you love me
Father oh father why did you break me down
Father oh father do you want to rebuild me in your image
Father oh father why did you break me
Father oh father do you love me
Father oh father why did you break me down
Father oh father do you want to rebuild me in your image
Father oh father why did you break me
Father oh father do you love me
#sadness
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
17th Feb 2019 8:52pm
17th Feb 2019 8:52pm
Crossing Over
Heaven; to Northern rise,
she hurries to follow
the North star;
before lost in daybreak,
stars that webbed
across the night sky;
now somber to a twinkle,
through her windshield,
destiny can be foretold
upon each crack that mazes
between each dying star.
she hurries to follow
the North star;
before lost in daybreak,
stars that webbed
across the night sky;
now somber to a twinkle,
through her windshield,
destiny can be foretold
upon each crack that mazes
between each dying star.
#death
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KillHope
Poem Published
19th Feb 2019 3:55pm
19th Feb 2019 3:55pm
Imminent On The Horizon
#evil
21 reads
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Thedeadinme
Poem Published
19th Feb 2019 4:53pm
19th Feb 2019 4:53pm
As I Unravel
Pulling strings always seemed so dull
Until the seams gave way and unfurled woe onto the world
A new tomorrow bitter in its frailty gives way to absence
Darkness absorbs the sun
Vanguard silhouettes slowly caress all in noir
Seeping from my cracked soul
Rancid with disdain my disorder spawns and multiplies
A wave of offerings hinder not the reaping
Wreathed in remains the spectre walks alone
Absolution in devastation, haggard with lamenting
Worn out fingers grasp strings with apprehension
A new world ripe with shadows
...
Until the seams gave way and unfurled woe onto the world
A new tomorrow bitter in its frailty gives way to absence
Darkness absorbs the sun
Vanguard silhouettes slowly caress all in noir
Seeping from my cracked soul
Rancid with disdain my disorder spawns and multiplies
A wave of offerings hinder not the reaping
Wreathed in remains the spectre walks alone
Absolution in devastation, haggard with lamenting
Worn out fingers grasp strings with apprehension
A new world ripe with shadows
...
#dark
#MentalHealth
#despair
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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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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
19th Dec 2017 9:52pm
19th Dec 2017 9:52pm
HOPELESS
Imagine if there was NO heaven
And no one ever held a Lucky Seven.
Imagine if the fate of all of Mankind
Whether cruel or kind,
Whether good or bad
Whether Happy or sad
All eternally damned into a lake of fire
Without the Savior as a Sire.
No Savior with His Saving Grace
No God with a comforting embrace.
Will you still sing Sunday praises and do your charitable deeds?
Will you have any motive, strong grounds or any guiding lead
To live and lead the Righteous life
Free of malice, anger, and contentious strife? ...
And no one ever held a Lucky Seven.
Imagine if the fate of all of Mankind
Whether cruel or kind,
Whether good or bad
Whether Happy or sad
All eternally damned into a lake of fire
Without the Savior as a Sire.
No Savior with His Saving Grace
No God with a comforting embrace.
Will you still sing Sunday praises and do your charitable deeds?
Will you have any motive, strong grounds or any guiding lead
To live and lead the Righteous life
Free of malice, anger, and contentious strife? ...
#hope
#religion
#God
#Christian
#SelfReflection
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