Least Read Dark Poems
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror - Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
The Return of the Rebel
Written by BWBijon
(BW-Bijon)
Poem Published 6th June 2017 2:49am
The Evil White
will now think of his
Dynamite
Just like The Tribal Fighter
has a Mantis behind his Eyesight
Why should 'Whitey,' have,
No Rebel God
When the enemy
has a cartridge full of em'
ODE TO ODIN
ODE TO LOKI
ODE TO...."YOU KNOW WHOM"
Supernaturalism belong to the first 'Super Albinos'
Like a 'White Porsche 911,' 'Flying Down the Roads.'
Supernaturalism, like the Polar Bear
like the Sea-Gull,
like the Grey-Hound
not the criminal, Lazy Toads
ODE...
will now think of his
Dynamite
Just like The Tribal Fighter
has a Mantis behind his Eyesight
Why should 'Whitey,' have,
No Rebel God
When the enemy
has a cartridge full of em'
ODE TO ODIN
ODE TO LOKI
ODE TO...."YOU KNOW WHOM"
Supernaturalism belong to the first 'Super Albinos'
Like a 'White Porsche 911,' 'Flying Down the Roads.'
Supernaturalism, like the Polar Bear
like the Sea-Gull,
like the Grey-Hound
not the criminal, Lazy Toads
ODE...
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Written by Peganghoul20
(Paganghoul20)
Poem Published 18th June 2017 4:33pm
The sound of crying mother's holding their dead children, echoing throughout the night.
Coffin's of all shapes and sizes ready to be filled by the black reapers victims.
Panic and disparity ripping through Europe without prejudice.
Stench of rotten flesh and secretions filling the streets and slums.
Who could have seen this black hand of death coming?
God nor man could have killed this creature.
The doctor's of mystery coming to the dying soon disappeared.
Man was almost devoured by this creature but it was no match for the power of time and man.
It...
Coffin's of all shapes and sizes ready to be filled by the black reapers victims.
Panic and disparity ripping through Europe without prejudice.
Stench of rotten flesh and secretions filling the streets and slums.
Who could have seen this black hand of death coming?
God nor man could have killed this creature.
The doctor's of mystery coming to the dying soon disappeared.
Man was almost devoured by this creature but it was no match for the power of time and man.
It...
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Drugs are bad/lullaby for the junkie.
Written by Peganghoul20
(Paganghoul20)
Poem Published 8th June 2017 12:31pm
When the pills and needles stop dancing we are all alone again.
The wold comes back at you full force with hellfire in to.
The soft fuzzy shield has dried out and hardened.
With no other high to gain, everything has lost its weight and power.
Everything most likely faded right along with the mind.
Shoot up and the bricks stack themselves up once more for the night.
The needles tips are broken and the pills are a sicking greenish yellow.
However, they will have to pass for sheep just for tonight.
Just untill the dreams finally take me to the end...
The wold comes back at you full force with hellfire in to.
The soft fuzzy shield has dried out and hardened.
With no other high to gain, everything has lost its weight and power.
Everything most likely faded right along with the mind.
Shoot up and the bricks stack themselves up once more for the night.
The needles tips are broken and the pills are a sicking greenish yellow.
However, they will have to pass for sheep just for tonight.
Just untill the dreams finally take me to the end...
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My Headache
Written by sstruhar
Poem Published 19th June 2017 7:56pm
The echoing anguish in my head
Poisonous thoughts left unsaid
Slit tongue, my thoughts exiled
In sake of peace, the truths defiled
Pressure builds screeching in pain
The lies for others shall be my bane
Skull cracking with no relief
A man's word riddled with disbelief
A slip of my will and I lose them all
If i right my wrongs I will fall
Mark my words, for I choose them well
One day I will snap and release my hell
To those who have made me a joke
I will make you cry for my morals you broke
Poisonous thoughts left unsaid
Slit tongue, my thoughts exiled
In sake of peace, the truths defiled
Pressure builds screeching in pain
The lies for others shall be my bane
Skull cracking with no relief
A man's word riddled with disbelief
A slip of my will and I lose them all
If i right my wrongs I will fall
Mark my words, for I choose them well
One day I will snap and release my hell
To those who have made me a joke
I will make you cry for my morals you broke
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f**k you Your face And everyone who looks like you
Written by Gearigon
Poem Published 20th June 2017 9:46pm
Fornication Under the Consent of the King
And you don’t have
My permission to breed
For you
Snakes in the grass
Knives in the back
And smiles with sharp teeth
But not for me
For those I love
In those
I believe
And you don’t have
My permission to breed
For you
Snakes in the grass
Knives in the back
And smiles with sharp teeth
But not for me
For those I love
In those
I believe
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Child of Revelation.
Written by Peganghoul20
(Paganghoul20)
Poem Published 6th June 2017 7:55pm
When the child first opened his eyes the world shuddered.
When he spoke all God's died and we're forgotten.
When he partook of his mother's milk she cried with joy.
The day he could begin to learn the world went to war.
The day he took power freedom mattered.
The day freedom mattered was the day mankind became the new gods.
When he spoke all God's died and we're forgotten.
When he partook of his mother's milk she cried with joy.
The day he could begin to learn the world went to war.
The day he took power freedom mattered.
The day freedom mattered was the day mankind became the new gods.
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Bone goddess
Written by Peganghoul20
(Paganghoul20)
Poem Published 10th June 2017 1:22pm
The bone goddess spins her webs of steal around her prey.
Unsettling yet powerful creature.With a face and figure of pure white she kills night after night.
Corpses filling her dwelling.Blood stained clothing thrown about.
The bone goddess dragging down another child into her home.
Goddess of death and decay she has no equal.
Unsettling yet powerful creature.With a face and figure of pure white she kills night after night.
Corpses filling her dwelling.Blood stained clothing thrown about.
The bone goddess dragging down another child into her home.
Goddess of death and decay she has no equal.
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ghosts of the past
Written by dejure
(vick)
Poem Published 19th June 2017 8:01pm
a familiar bleakness
snuck inside to
haunt the feelings,
yet surprisingly pleasant
the encounter
why do I miss the
things I don’t cherish
my soul denies
what my heart desires
what my soul cherishes
I hesitate
I struggle
the eulogy of the past
been in my pocket
long enough to memorise
but I can’t read it out loud
not yet…
now,
the grave is filled with weeds
the pyre is soaked and wet
and I'm still here
a living...
snuck inside to
haunt the feelings,
yet surprisingly pleasant
the encounter
why do I miss the
things I don’t cherish
my soul denies
what my heart desires
what my soul cherishes
I hesitate
I struggle
the eulogy of the past
been in my pocket
long enough to memorise
but I can’t read it out loud
not yet…
now,
the grave is filled with weeds
the pyre is soaked and wet
and I'm still here
a living...
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White rabbit.
Written by Peganghoul20
(Paganghoul20)
Poem Published 25th May 2017 4:31am
White as the clouds and soft as cotton sleeping underneath the serpent.
The white rabbit dies looking up at the serpent and weeps softly.
Mouth unhinged and engulfing the rabbits form.
The serpent stays up at night restless and curled in a ball of regret.
'I have eaten the most pure thing i have ever known.'
That winter the serpent wasted away day after day.
The serpent dies knowing that it has thrown away what made it what it was in exchange for forgiveness from a creature that cost it its life and reason to live.
The white rabbit dies looking up at the serpent and weeps softly.
Mouth unhinged and engulfing the rabbits form.
The serpent stays up at night restless and curled in a ball of regret.
'I have eaten the most pure thing i have ever known.'
That winter the serpent wasted away day after day.
The serpent dies knowing that it has thrown away what made it what it was in exchange for forgiveness from a creature that cost it its life and reason to live.
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LAST ONE OUT
Locked in this cave i couldn't stay
So I ran away
i need another day just one day
the others aren't me
so they can't see
that i needed to live
that i needed to breathe
so i pushed and i shoved until i knew i had a chance
then i noticed him running too
i wanted to give him my energy to help him leave
he had a better chance
he had a striders stance
as i saw him leave i slipped
as i tripped and my head hit the ground i saw him turn around
but all he saw was the remnants of the fall
So I ran away
i need another day just one day
the others aren't me
so they can't see
that i needed to live
that i needed to breathe
so i pushed and i shoved until i knew i had a chance
then i noticed him running too
i wanted to give him my energy to help him leave
he had a better chance
he had a striders stance
as i saw him leave i slipped
as i tripped and my head hit the ground i saw him turn around
but all he saw was the remnants of the fall
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Gorbachev the Murdering Monster
Written by joegracegrace
Poem Published 16th May 2017 8:55am
Raisa his wife died from a "rare form" of blood cancer.
"Rare" for it wasn't the natural form of leukemia, rather it was due to radiation!!!
GORBACHEV THE BEAST had her killed !!!
He is running things in Russia thru his puppet Putin.
Raisa probably got suspicious because he was constantly on the phone to the Kremlin.
She may have confronted him, "What's going on??
You are hiding something from me.
I want to know what it is !!"
She may have discovered the truth -- that his resignation in December 1991 was a hoax.
It was designed to trick the...
"Rare" for it wasn't the natural form of leukemia, rather it was due to radiation!!!
GORBACHEV THE BEAST had her killed !!!
He is running things in Russia thru his puppet Putin.
Raisa probably got suspicious because he was constantly on the phone to the Kremlin.
She may have confronted him, "What's going on??
You are hiding something from me.
I want to know what it is !!"
She may have discovered the truth -- that his resignation in December 1991 was a hoax.
It was designed to trick the...
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