Long Dark Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
SickSanityJenn
Esoteric
Esoteric
Poem Published
15th Sep 2014 8:36am
15th Sep 2014 8:36am
Strawberries
634 reads
7 Comments
Ruized9sdivine
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2020 7:40am
22nd Feb 2020 7:40am
Free Will Eats The Fruit Of Knowledge
Most would have you to truly believe,
That I hated gOD, both you and them...Naive.
I don't have pure hatred towards him,
However I do have disdain, so I must parody his hymn.
No longer shall we conceive on our ancestral genealogy,
Instead we accept our knowledge as part of human biology.
For if it be up to gOD, he'd have us dumb as dirt,
He'd deny us learning so our minds wouldn't work.
Slaves to the glade, and forbidden from both trees,
His path is the way that has us living in fear on our knees.
Denied by the fruit that bears the...
That I hated gOD, both you and them...Naive.
I don't have pure hatred towards him,
However I do have disdain, so I must parody his hymn.
No longer shall we conceive on our ancestral genealogy,
Instead we accept our knowledge as part of human biology.
For if it be up to gOD, he'd have us dumb as dirt,
He'd deny us learning so our minds wouldn't work.
Slaves to the glade, and forbidden from both trees,
His path is the way that has us living in fear on our knees.
Denied by the fruit that bears the...
#TruthOfLife
30 reads
2 Comments
rosemary08
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 5:06am
17th Feb 2020 5:06am
HE
He reeks of tobacco, leather, and industrial smoke, the kind that always billows in dingy factories. A smokey black haze that lingers in coughing fits around him, putrid but somehow comforting once you grow accustomed to it. Old chewed tobacco always clinging to his mouth and the lingering scent of his overused cologne is ever present. You never catch him without a cigarette dangling from his lips, and still you wonder how he has such a pretty smile after all these years. You watch him thinking... he came back sad. Not a normal rainy day sad. But a bone chilling, skin deep hurt that pierced...
#dark
#father
#heartbroken
#despair
#daughter
34 reads
3 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
15th Feb 2020 10:20am
15th Feb 2020 10:20am
Shapshifters Unite and Divide and Conquer it's our turn to be wealthy
today I worship the sun though I am a shapeshifter
I walk in the gothic light of a pale moon
the sun is shining bright but it will not burn
I am learning my nature I was quite frightened by it
seducing the powers that be slowly back to me
you have been quite angry with me children of the night
I did not recognize my own offspring
do not fear I will not know you still
I have hidden my memory keys even from me
the god of this realm is deceiving you
he causes you fear
visit me in the twilight read my poetry I have written for you...
I walk in the gothic light of a pale moon
the sun is shining bright but it will not burn
I am learning my nature I was quite frightened by it
seducing the powers that be slowly back to me
you have been quite angry with me children of the night
I did not recognize my own offspring
do not fear I will not know you still
I have hidden my memory keys even from me
the god of this realm is deceiving you
he causes you fear
visit me in the twilight read my poetry I have written for you...
#love
#ILoveYou
48 reads
2 Comments
HadesRising
Poem Published
14th Feb 2020 9:27pm
14th Feb 2020 9:27pm
DARKEST LULLABY
Tell me a bedtime story
And don't forget the monsters..."
Prophets of doom filling the coffers of dragons
Martyrdom blood drowns angels in the streets of Heaven
Never will the vultures ever hunger for the tortured
Flesh stripped away from bones of gods of phantoms
Witness the malice through the looking glass
And sweep away the ashes of the past
I have yet to taste fervor temptation
Except in the throes of perdition
Profits of doom seem so hellbent to haunt these bones
A wisp of spectres trapped 'tween...
And don't forget the monsters..."
Prophets of doom filling the coffers of dragons
Martyrdom blood drowns angels in the streets of Heaven
Never will the vultures ever hunger for the tortured
Flesh stripped away from bones of gods of phantoms
Witness the malice through the looking glass
And sweep away the ashes of the past
I have yet to taste fervor temptation
Except in the throes of perdition
Profits of doom seem so hellbent to haunt these bones
A wisp of spectres trapped 'tween...
#monsters
#nightmares
54 reads
1 Comment
NBathory
Natalia
Natalia
Poem Published
13th Feb 2020 10:05pm
13th Feb 2020 10:05pm
Knock
My body consumed by pain and desire,
the lines blurred some time ago
My soul full of emptiness,
and mind marred with scars
Having been in the flames for so long,
now I would rather burn
I have learned to live in the fire
But not how to extinguish it
Dwelling in the surrounding darkness
Dancing among the shadows and smoke
With the regrets and disappointments,
I was wrong so many times,
my heart is in tatters
It burned me, it devastated and molded
I have all ribs in place but I feel incomplete
How...
the lines blurred some time ago
My soul full of emptiness,
and mind marred with scars
Having been in the flames for so long,
now I would rather burn
I have learned to live in the fire
But not how to extinguish it
Dwelling in the surrounding darkness
Dancing among the shadows and smoke
With the regrets and disappointments,
I was wrong so many times,
my heart is in tatters
It burned me, it devastated and molded
I have all ribs in place but I feel incomplete
How...
#grief
#loneliness
#evil
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
66 reads
2 Comments
direlegion
dire legion
dire legion
Poem Published
13th Feb 2020 6:29pm
13th Feb 2020 6:29pm
[SILENCE IS CONSENT] left, left, left right, left
#hate
#dark
#death
#evil
#greed
62 reads
12 Comments
miseryomy
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 9:59pm
12th Feb 2020 9:59pm
Her anger 1 - 5
Her anger 1 (When I was two)
You pee your pants like a baby.
Here's a diaper for you.
Rubbing your nose in the mess.
Bad girl! I shout.
We do not pee our pants in this house!
Her anger 2 (When I was six)
Tied to the chair, it was time to eat.
Knowing I hated fish and canned beets.
She comes over taunts me with words.
The rest of them laugh as shes overheard.
Shove my face in it just like that diaper.
Tied to the chair no way I can fight her.
They all laugh in amusement as I am force fed.
Distant now just...
You pee your pants like a baby.
Here's a diaper for you.
Rubbing your nose in the mess.
Bad girl! I shout.
We do not pee our pants in this house!
Her anger 2 (When I was six)
Tied to the chair, it was time to eat.
Knowing I hated fish and canned beets.
She comes over taunts me with words.
The rest of them laugh as shes overheard.
Shove my face in it just like that diaper.
Tied to the chair no way I can fight her.
They all laugh in amusement as I am force fed.
Distant now just...
#anger
#rejection
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
32 reads
1 Comment
miseryomy
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 9:13pm
12th Feb 2020 9:13pm
Shades of Black
Shades of Black
-
She suffered that rare kind of pain.
The more she tried the less she gained.
Always two steps forward and three steps back.
Finding enlightenment in twelve shades of black.
-
(Shade of Black 1)
That shade was almost purple I swear.
“It was black” she said, argue with her I didn't dare.
It was the lightest shade she wore.
That kind that couldn't help but be adored.
-
(Shade of Black 2)
It was black alright but seemed somehow calming.
Like the day coming to rest with peaceful yawning. ...
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She suffered that rare kind of pain.
The more she tried the less she gained.
Always two steps forward and three steps back.
Finding enlightenment in twelve shades of black.
-
(Shade of Black 1)
That shade was almost purple I swear.
“It was black” she said, argue with her I didn't dare.
It was the lightest shade she wore.
That kind that couldn't help but be adored.
-
(Shade of Black 2)
It was black alright but seemed somehow calming.
Like the day coming to rest with peaceful yawning. ...
#death
#aging
#nostalgia #dating
#nostalgia #dating
37 reads
0 Comments
christianwayne
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 7:37am
12th Feb 2020 7:37am
Maestro
Darkness falls as the fog creeps in
The Maestro hones his instruments, a composition to begin,
With cold steel gleaming in a flicker of gaslight
From Hell, he springs to conquer the night.
He haunts the East End of London wall to wall
The streets of Whitechapel his concert hall,
Specter of death embodiment of fear
Playing his hymns for the world to hear.
A composer in carnage patiently appraising his crowd
Seeking an ingénue to adorn with death’s worthy shroud,
To make her famous and immortality bestow
A Devil’s muse given as...
The Maestro hones his instruments, a composition to begin,
With cold steel gleaming in a flicker of gaslight
From Hell, he springs to conquer the night.
He haunts the East End of London wall to wall
The streets of Whitechapel his concert hall,
Specter of death embodiment of fear
Playing his hymns for the world to hear.
A composer in carnage patiently appraising his crowd
Seeking an ingénue to adorn with death’s worthy shroud,
To make her famous and immortality bestow
A Devil’s muse given as...
#dark
#murder
#death
#evil
#Britain
64 reads
5 Comments
Stillalive1971
Poem Published
11th Feb 2020 11:49am
11th Feb 2020 11:49am
Schizophrenia
#hope
42 reads
4 Comments
Valeriya
Poem Published
11th Feb 2020 4:52am
11th Feb 2020 4:52am
Mary and my Cadillac
Mary, was a wild child she liked
to drink the booze, loved hot rods
and driving real fast.
Yes, my girl enjoyed simple things
like laying down in a field for some petting, or going to the County Fair.
The day was warm just like Mary
we went to the fair, cruised around
rode some rides.
She wore a pretty yellow dress
the kind that would blow up with
the breeze showing her pretty panties.
Mary liked to make out everywhere
we went, so we drank some booze
snuck out behind the concession
where I took...
to drink the booze, loved hot rods
and driving real fast.
Yes, my girl enjoyed simple things
like laying down in a field for some petting, or going to the County Fair.
The day was warm just like Mary
we went to the fair, cruised around
rode some rides.
She wore a pretty yellow dress
the kind that would blow up with
the breeze showing her pretty panties.
Mary liked to make out everywhere
we went, so we drank some booze
snuck out behind the concession
where I took...
#grief
#death
#alcohol
43 reads
7 Comments
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