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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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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...
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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
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slipalong
Poem Published
9th Jul 2020 9:47pm
9th Jul 2020 9:47pm
No need to jump the queue
Thinning hairs lost youth
times grey, sent to displease
clouded insights focus blighted
a stature so reduced
The echo's of the graveyard
half forgotten past
shadows cast so uninvited
the last Swallow that dives
Walk a black horizon
no need to jump the queue
the ledger exclamation just a hyphen
phoenix spirit just candle lit
times grey, sent to displease
clouded insights focus blighted
a stature so reduced
The echo's of the graveyard
half forgotten past
shadows cast so uninvited
the last Swallow that dives
Walk a black horizon
no need to jump the queue
the ledger exclamation just a hyphen
phoenix spirit just candle lit
#dark
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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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Williamgarrett1986
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 2:46am
10th Jul 2020 2:46am
Time
Time Burns I like that Ash falls off my cigarettes
Time so boring so quiet so lonely
Time walked in the room talking through the fog on a window
Time so short when your on quarantine for covid-19
Time so boring so quiet so lonely
Time walked in the room talking through the fog on a window
Time so short when your on quarantine for covid-19
#anxiety
#dark
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HadesRising
Poem Published
11th Jul 2020 1:57am
11th Jul 2020 1:57am
SARCOPHAGY
We are the heart of destruction
Created for only one thing
We sacrifice our first born
Hell is here and we have arrived
A mandatory offering
Of the young and strong suicide
And we wave our flags for their doom
Just leave your old and feeble far behind
Bitter false icons hide behind their thrones
They line rivers of blood with charnel homes
We have become the essence of our crumbs
And the sarcophagy has just begun
I'M DEAD WRAP ME IN THE SHROUD OF MY GOD
NOTHING HERE BUT A BULLET TO THE HEAD
the...
Created for only one thing
We sacrifice our first born
Hell is here and we have arrived
A mandatory offering
Of the young and strong suicide
And we wave our flags for their doom
Just leave your old and feeble far behind
Bitter false icons hide behind their thrones
They line rivers of blood with charnel homes
We have become the essence of our crumbs
And the sarcophagy has just begun
I'M DEAD WRAP ME IN THE SHROUD OF MY GOD
NOTHING HERE BUT A BULLET TO THE HEAD
the...
#dark
#war
#fate
#emptiness
#sacrifice
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 1:01am
10th Jul 2020 1:01am
Heart Attacked
regret shame sorrow grief piled mid-sternum
weight like a seated elephant threesome
inspiration impossible
no longer invulnerable
light dimming room blurring
strange people surrounding
voices muffled
disembodied
oaken
coffin
numb
(C) 2020
weight like a seated elephant threesome
inspiration impossible
no longer invulnerable
light dimming room blurring
strange people surrounding
voices muffled
disembodied
oaken
coffin
numb
(C) 2020
#dark
#death
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runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 9:35am
10th Jul 2020 9:35am
Circuitous gobbledygook doubletalk
Watch 'em drive the salty tide of opinion
Flooding airwaves amidst rippling deceit
Wafture lies influxes as word undulation
Bleeding information as dripping conceit
Each breach of peace inside societal war
Secret word police stinging old intrigues
Toothless keys to fit this subliminal door
Broken prayer beads roll alike evil deeds
Flooding airwaves amidst rippling deceit
Wafture lies influxes as word undulation
Bleeding information as dripping conceit
Each breach of peace inside societal war
Secret word police stinging old intrigues
Toothless keys to fit this subliminal door
Broken prayer beads roll alike evil deeds
#dark
#quatrain
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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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yelluw_always
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 7:49am
29th Dec 2018 7:49am
Complicity in the Stars
When fragile
things collide
into constellations,
when struck
the glass volleys
off graphite.
At once
nothing like it was,
a container un-becomes
itself,
several imparts meet
the meat of a thigh.
Sharp transparent
hubris of life
finishes on tile,
sharp beading red dwarves
upon skin,
these are
the collusions
of nightly fragility.
things collide
into constellations,
when struck
the glass volleys
off graphite.
At once
nothing like it was,
a container un-becomes
itself,
several imparts meet
the meat of a thigh.
Sharp transparent
hubris of life
finishes on tile,
sharp beading red dwarves
upon skin,
these are
the collusions
of nightly fragility.
#dark
#stars
#humankind
#astronomy
#LifeCycle
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Thedeadinme
Poem Published
7th Jul 2020 6:40am
7th Jul 2020 6:40am
A Bolero of Failure
Suffering through the reveries of another unkempt day
The melodies of yesterday still dig at my ears
Worming deep tunnels into darker pageants of prose and refrains
Words fall onto the yellowed pages of my soul
Often bothersome with the rhythms of just out of tune chords
The folly of the careless orchestra suffers me greatly
The tempo of time so unfairly in sync counting down forever to an awing crescendo of my darkest passions
Fleeting words as ghost notes betray my hands, echoing my minds torment
Lost in the after...
The melodies of yesterday still dig at my ears
Worming deep tunnels into darker pageants of prose and refrains
Words fall onto the yellowed pages of my soul
Often bothersome with the rhythms of just out of tune chords
The folly of the careless orchestra suffers me greatly
The tempo of time so unfairly in sync counting down forever to an awing crescendo of my darkest passions
Fleeting words as ghost notes betray my hands, echoing my minds torment
Lost in the after...
#metaphor
#symbolism
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Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
29th Jun 2020 7:56pm
29th Jun 2020 7:56pm
My demise.
The helter skelter crashes from my view.
Nothing and nobody can help me now.
I see your twisted tongue with its unearthly poison.
Ready to inflict the utmost harm.
I would call out, perhaps it's too late for that.
Realising the end is in plain sight.
I'm losing the will to make it past this night.
Now looking to dream through to Valhalla or any such utopia.
All I need is a haven to focus on the surrounding calamities.
A place of serenity so I can fully comprehend.
As you approach, fear rises through my senses
I see the...
Nothing and nobody can help me now.
I see your twisted tongue with its unearthly poison.
Ready to inflict the utmost harm.
I would call out, perhaps it's too late for that.
Realising the end is in plain sight.
I'm losing the will to make it past this night.
Now looking to dream through to Valhalla or any such utopia.
All I need is a haven to focus on the surrounding calamities.
A place of serenity so I can fully comprehend.
As you approach, fear rises through my senses
I see the...
#murder
#death
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