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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
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
oskar
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 5:46am
2nd Mar 2021 5:46am
The slaughter
The slaughter
850 cows stuck on a ship for months could be made into a joke
but it is hellish damnation of how low we have sunk
in our utter callousness towards animals.
A veterinarian says they must be put down the animals
have suffered enough.
A massacre of the innocent.
Once the shipping was an honourable trade, the ships
had an owner; we seamen knew they were individuals.
Now shipping has become a soulless corporation
run by the incompetent whose only goal is profit.
They say the world is better now than before, I disagree ...
850 cows stuck on a ship for months could be made into a joke
but it is hellish damnation of how low we have sunk
in our utter callousness towards animals.
A veterinarian says they must be put down the animals
have suffered enough.
A massacre of the innocent.
Once the shipping was an honourable trade, the ships
had an owner; we seamen knew they were individuals.
Now shipping has become a soulless corporation
run by the incompetent whose only goal is profit.
They say the world is better now than before, I disagree ...
#anger
#frustration
#despair #fear
#despair #fear
9 reads
1 Comment
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
24th Feb 2021 1:40am
24th Feb 2021 1:40am
Spring
Spring is in the air
I'm told that's supposed to mean
Lovers, rebirth, flowers,
Cerulean skies, leaves freshly green
But lovers, life, pretty flowers
mean so very little to me
They're hardly more than echoes
of long departed dreams
Those fantasies have flown,
(Were they ever really mine?)
Lost amid the wreckage
of a poorly executed life
Who else is to blame
but the ghost there in the mirror?
The choices made and missed
must lead to now - to here.
And sadly here I sit,
watching seconds...
I'm told that's supposed to mean
Lovers, rebirth, flowers,
Cerulean skies, leaves freshly green
But lovers, life, pretty flowers
mean so very little to me
They're hardly more than echoes
of long departed dreams
Those fantasies have flown,
(Were they ever really mine?)
Lost amid the wreckage
of a poorly executed life
Who else is to blame
but the ghost there in the mirror?
The choices made and missed
must lead to now - to here.
And sadly here I sit,
watching seconds...
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
10 reads
0 Comments
anewpoet
William Fox
William Fox
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 6:36am
1st Mar 2021 6:36am
A Boot
Imagine a boot stomping on
your face forever...this would
be getting close to pure hell
even if whom ever was doing
the stomping took it easy on
you...this is how George Orwell
summarized his vision of the
world he wrote about in his
famous book...1984...
your face forever...this would
be getting close to pure hell
even if whom ever was doing
the stomping took it easy on
you...this is how George Orwell
summarized his vision of the
world he wrote about in his
famous book...1984...
#evil
#tragedy
#suffering #manipulation
#suffering #manipulation
11 reads
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RiAN
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 2:40pm
2nd Mar 2021 2:40pm
Seidr weaving
Fate
a birthing
flame
murmuring
breath
heart
we
who descend
of a giants tongue
mede from poetry
we drink
Draugen
ghost
the undead
and their
conception
into
the
afterworlds
We all loose
our
human
shape
lo
and
behold
the chanting
grave mounded
we
enter
full
cycle
...
a birthing
flame
murmuring
breath
heart
we
who descend
of a giants tongue
mede from poetry
we drink
Draugen
ghost
the undead
and their
conception
into
the
afterworlds
We all loose
our
human
shape
lo
and
behold
the chanting
grave mounded
we
enter
full
cycle
...
#pagan
#magic
11 reads
2 Comments
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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ThePiper
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 7:51pm
23rd Feb 2021 7:51pm
The Mirror
I will take some of those red flowers, and some blue
I come here every year at Halloween the day she died
I make the same wish every year and it will come true
She didn't come the last year tho I am sure she tried
But on Halloween the veil between the dead and us
Is so very thin especially as the moon is rising full
She will come this year, I know she will with no fuss
These flowers are the bait, that extra strong pull
She had long and curly hair, now has she cut it there
I brought a ribbon for her. She did so like contrast ...
I come here every year at Halloween the day she died
I make the same wish every year and it will come true
She didn't come the last year tho I am sure she tried
But on Halloween the veil between the dead and us
Is so very thin especially as the moon is rising full
She will come this year, I know she will with no fuss
These flowers are the bait, that extra strong pull
She had long and curly hair, now has she cut it there
I brought a ribbon for her. She did so like contrast ...
#death
#Halloween
#scary
#ghosts
#graveyard
14 reads
1 Comment
Keushwalker
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 10:07am
1st Mar 2021 10:07am
Nightmares about nightmares
Last night I had a nightmare about having nightmares.
It was a simple one.
I was lying awake in bed,
Realizing once again that when I closed my eyes
The demons would run rampant again.
It was a simple one.
I was lying awake in bed,
Realizing once again that when I closed my eyes
The demons would run rampant again.
#nightmares
14 reads
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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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