Long Dark Poems
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
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Oliver Cocks
Oliver Cocks
Poem Published
Today 4:47am
Today 4:47am
Tony's Horror
On the day of horror,
Tony was teaching at MIT.
“Can anyone tell me the answer?
No? How astonishing!
Will any of you ever do any work?”
Tony said to his first years
(well, tried not to shout-
they should have done it).
They gaped at him, mostly.
Some scowled.
A couple looked away.
“You don’t get a Fields Medal
from doing nothing.
If you want to achieve what I have,
you’ll need to work.
Not play online chess.
Looking at you, Tia.”
Tia frowned, closed her...
Tony was teaching at MIT.
“Can anyone tell me the answer?
No? How astonishing!
Will any of you ever do any work?”
Tony said to his first years
(well, tried not to shout-
they should have done it).
They gaped at him, mostly.
Some scowled.
A couple looked away.
“You don’t get a Fields Medal
from doing nothing.
If you want to achieve what I have,
you’ll need to work.
Not play online chess.
Looking at you, Tia.”
Tia frowned, closed her...
#dark
#death
#family
#love
#sadness
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 1:31pm
29th Nov 2024 1:31pm
Pound Of Flesh
Off to a tropical paradise
For a long overdue vacation
When a malfunctioning device
Affected the planes aviation
The pilot losing all control
The plane started going down
Passengers searching for their soul
Exploding fire, burning the ground
The only survivors of the flight
A young mother and her teenage son
Rummaging wreckage, the midst of night
Their tribulations have just begun
Sorting through the cargos ash
Anything for their survival
Only a...
For a long overdue vacation
When a malfunctioning device
Affected the planes aviation
The pilot losing all control
The plane started going down
Passengers searching for their soul
Exploding fire, burning the ground
The only survivors of the flight
A young mother and her teenage son
Rummaging wreckage, the midst of night
Their tribulations have just begun
Sorting through the cargos ash
Anything for their survival
Only a...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
71 reads
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CasketSharpe
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 9:05pm
27th Nov 2024 9:05pm
Storms of Diamonds and White Snakes (Cauldron Kill Series)
#curse
#daughter
#evil #sex
#evil #sex
34 reads
4 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 2:16pm
25th Nov 2024 2:16pm
Pay Day
I pray let me just fall asleep
I beg, let me dream when I sleep
The sun rises on top of my head and set on my feet
For pay day..
Am surely not too late
Am just roaming around the most strangest of a place
Holding in my both right and left palms an empty silver plate
I called this my fate
My deeds I have to pay
Take this to be what I wanna lay
On pay day..
Walk around run around always looking sideways
Even if I set my sight forward, I can clearly see both the sideways
Lord show me the way ...
I beg, let me dream when I sleep
The sun rises on top of my head and set on my feet
For pay day..
Am surely not too late
Am just roaming around the most strangest of a place
Holding in my both right and left palms an empty silver plate
I called this my fate
My deeds I have to pay
Take this to be what I wanna lay
On pay day..
Walk around run around always looking sideways
Even if I set my sight forward, I can clearly see both the sideways
Lord show me the way ...
#loneliness
62 reads
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CasketSharpe
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 12:47pm
25th Nov 2024 12:47pm
Wicked Justice of the Innocent
#dark
33 reads
5 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 9:14pm
24th Nov 2024 9:14pm
Faithful Alice: A Lyrical Ghost Story and True Tragedy
- Faithful Alice: A Lyrical Ghost Story and True Tragedy -
What is a blessing, when so many tragedies hath befallen,
Leaving a soul to believe that they walk eternally accursed...
Cleaved from Paradise's light, to walk in places of darkness?
Loving, lusting, craving, bleeding, dying, and still returning! Sin.
The chaos of this world multiplies, until it is well swollen,
Pregnant with horror, until the very earth hath become bled...
And the innocent scream, in equal parts fear and also distress.
If I hath become Hell, then I walk alive yet burning....
What is a blessing, when so many tragedies hath befallen,
Leaving a soul to believe that they walk eternally accursed...
Cleaved from Paradise's light, to walk in places of darkness?
Loving, lusting, craving, bleeding, dying, and still returning! Sin.
The chaos of this world multiplies, until it is well swollen,
Pregnant with horror, until the very earth hath become bled...
And the innocent scream, in equal parts fear and also distress.
If I hath become Hell, then I walk alive yet burning....
#anger
#death
#ghosts
#grief
#love
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 00:18am
23rd Nov 2024 00:18am
Another Day, Another Scribble
Sometimes I sit here,
staring at the blank page,
wondering what to write about
what’s rattling around in my head.
Is it something profound,
or am I just taking the piss again?
Sometimes I think I’m winding people up,
other times, I’m genuinely trying to say something.
I write when I’m happy.
I write when I’m sad.
I write when the world looks beautiful
and when it looks like the bottom of a bin,
Even if it might smell a bit crappy,
Sometimes it’s rage pouring out,
sometimes it’s a laugh at my own expense.
I never...
staring at the blank page,
wondering what to write about
what’s rattling around in my head.
Is it something profound,
or am I just taking the piss again?
Sometimes I think I’m winding people up,
other times, I’m genuinely trying to say something.
I write when I’m happy.
I write when I’m sad.
I write when the world looks beautiful
and when it looks like the bottom of a bin,
Even if it might smell a bit crappy,
Sometimes it’s rage pouring out,
sometimes it’s a laugh at my own expense.
I never...
#dark
#funny
#honesty
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 8:57pm
21st Nov 2024 8:57pm
The Collection of Souls
From the fiery gates where sulfur reeks,
And cursed winds whisper, the darkness speaks.
Demons emerge, with talons stained,
Hunters of souls, by sin profaned.
They slither through cracks in the earthly shell,
Bringing forth ruin, a taste of hell.
A tire blown, a bridge that sways,
A home consumed by vengeful blaze.
Every accident, each cruel design,
A snare for the wicked by infernal line.
Yet mankind, oh fools, make their task so light,
Their greed and wrath a beacon in night.
Contracts inked in blood are signed, ...
And cursed winds whisper, the darkness speaks.
Demons emerge, with talons stained,
Hunters of souls, by sin profaned.
They slither through cracks in the earthly shell,
Bringing forth ruin, a taste of hell.
A tire blown, a bridge that sways,
A home consumed by vengeful blaze.
Every accident, each cruel design,
A snare for the wicked by infernal line.
Yet mankind, oh fools, make their task so light,
Their greed and wrath a beacon in night.
Contracts inked in blood are signed, ...
#dark
#death
#devil
#evil
#SelfDiscovery
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 4:05am
21st Nov 2024 4:05am
A One Eyed Horse
Over lanes I tread
Neath a black sky, a dead moon overhead
Aye, naught but the dead
Naught but rocks and runes instead
Out by yon farmer’s field
Walketh one apart from the rest
From it the others peeled
A horse, an unholy crest
On a rocky road by the wall
Where the cattle oft do graze
Cometh a horse black and tall
And meeteth my nervous gaze
Lo, struck am I with the smell of rot
And the visage of blighted skin
This thing from Hell begot
Decaying deep within
It whispereth through dread lips ...
Neath a black sky, a dead moon overhead
Aye, naught but the dead
Naught but rocks and runes instead
Out by yon farmer’s field
Walketh one apart from the rest
From it the others peeled
A horse, an unholy crest
On a rocky road by the wall
Where the cattle oft do graze
Cometh a horse black and tall
And meeteth my nervous gaze
Lo, struck am I with the smell of rot
And the visage of blighted skin
This thing from Hell begot
Decaying deep within
It whispereth through dread lips ...
#dark
#evil
#horror
#horses
#night
68 reads
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 3:19am
21st Nov 2024 3:19am
The Legend Of Shadow Walker (part 4/4)
Siler Bald North Carolina:
Ashes and bones found in a campfire
A missing couple almost retired
Smell of burnt flesh fills the smokey air
No clues yet found detectives unaware
Lake Jocassee South Carolina:
Bodies drowned in a mountainous lake
It was no accident, it was no mistake
No remnants found of these bodies dead
Only eight floating decapitated heads
Blood Mountain Georgia: ...
Ashes and bones found in a campfire
A missing couple almost retired
Smell of burnt flesh fills the smokey air
No clues yet found detectives unaware
Lake Jocassee South Carolina:
Bodies drowned in a mountainous lake
It was no accident, it was no mistake
No remnants found of these bodies dead
Only eight floating decapitated heads
Blood Mountain Georgia: ...
#emptiness
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doriann_barrere
Dorian
Dorian
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 1:35pm
20th Nov 2024 1:35pm
Gwynplaine's Sentiment
Amidst the fog-wrapped coasts of France's sullen shore,
I was borne, a child plucked from humanity's womb—
a husk emptied, reshaped, molded by hands cruel and arcane.
O Heaven, did you witness the crime cast in your name?
Were your stars still fixed as mine fell from grace,
my face carved in grins by blades that spared no flesh nor soul,
leaving me bound forever to a smile that knew no mirth,
a grin in eternal mockery of all joy?
Look upon me, oh silent ones, whose pity wounds sharper than the steel—
for I am Gwynplaine, the jester...
I was borne, a child plucked from humanity's womb—
a husk emptied, reshaped, molded by hands cruel and arcane.
O Heaven, did you witness the crime cast in your name?
Were your stars still fixed as mine fell from grace,
my face carved in grins by blades that spared no flesh nor soul,
leaving me bound forever to a smile that knew no mirth,
a grin in eternal mockery of all joy?
Look upon me, oh silent ones, whose pity wounds sharper than the steel—
for I am Gwynplaine, the jester...
#denial
#despair
#frustration
#sadness
#shame
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Onyxceila
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 4:30am
20th Nov 2024 4:30am
Moonchild
All you ever fed me was cruelty and pain,
Starving, I consumed every morsel,
every drop I drank.
Instructed to stay quiet,
Mind my manners and never speak.
Never decline what’s been requested,
And never appear displeased.
Always take what I am gifted
With a smile upon my face.
And the only expressions permitted to be given
Are those of gratitude and thanks.
Every day, with words and fists like blades,
You cut away my meat.
“That frown is gonna cost ya honey,
You have three seconds to show those teeth
Do...
Starving, I consumed every morsel,
every drop I drank.
Instructed to stay quiet,
Mind my manners and never speak.
Never decline what’s been requested,
And never appear displeased.
Always take what I am gifted
With a smile upon my face.
And the only expressions permitted to be given
Are those of gratitude and thanks.
Every day, with words and fists like blades,
You cut away my meat.
“That frown is gonna cost ya honey,
You have three seconds to show those teeth
Do...
#abuse
#bittersweet
#dark
#death
#shame
89 reads
2 Comments
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