Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror - Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
FallenAngle
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:43pm
Yesterday 11:43pm
Have you ever?
Have you ever waited by a phone
Blood caked into your skin
Painting your nails crimson,
Haunted by the image
Of the blood flowing between gaps
Praying to hear sirens
While listening to breathing?
Have you ever plunged your fingers
Down a persons throat
And counted pills that came up,
While they tell you to kill them
"Please! Just let me die!
I can't take anymore!
Kill me! Let me go! I want to die!"
Have you ever carried a secret
So heavy it dragged your heart
Along the ground
As you faltered through...
Blood caked into your skin
Painting your nails crimson,
Haunted by the image
Of the blood flowing between gaps
Praying to hear sirens
While listening to breathing?
Have you ever plunged your fingers
Down a persons throat
And counted pills that came up,
While they tell you to kill them
"Please! Just let me die!
I can't take anymore!
Kill me! Let me go! I want to die!"
Have you ever carried a secret
So heavy it dragged your heart
Along the ground
As you faltered through...
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1 Comment
David_Macleod
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:20pm
Yesterday 3:20pm
The Dark Half - Inspired by DarkEnchantress (Comment)
You looked at me on the subway
You smiled
I smiled
Your smile was genuine
Mine was a grimace
You said hi
I too said hi
You were being friendly
I was thinking ‘how dare you’
‘How dare you even speak to me,
Who the fuck do you think you are?’
I punched him to the floor
And stomped him to death
Then turned to face the other four
Passengers still left in the carriage
I screamed showing them my war face
All four cowered, just as they should
I pulled out my blade
Waved it in their faces
“I am considering...
You smiled
I smiled
Your smile was genuine
Mine was a grimace
You said hi
I too said hi
You were being friendly
I was thinking ‘how dare you’
‘How dare you even speak to me,
Who the fuck do you think you are?’
I punched him to the floor
And stomped him to death
Then turned to face the other four
Passengers still left in the carriage
I screamed showing them my war face
All four cowered, just as they should
I pulled out my blade
Waved it in their faces
“I am considering...
36 reads
10 Comments
FallenAngle
Poem Published
20th Aug 2017 1:05am
20th Aug 2017 1:05am
Please family.
Please mammy, stop hurting me
I know I'm a bastard
I know I am wicked,
I know I'm a burden
I know you hate me,
You tell me every day.
Please mammy, don't notice me
I forgot something in the shop
I also lost some change,
I tried my very best
I swear I did,
But it will never be good enough.
Please mammy, stop shouting soon
I can't cry myself to sleep
I have to block my sisters ears
I am well used to you by now,
I have someone to protect now
How was I to know not like this.
Please mammy, don't look for...
I know I'm a bastard
I know I am wicked,
I know I'm a burden
I know you hate me,
You tell me every day.
Please mammy, don't notice me
I forgot something in the shop
I also lost some change,
I tried my very best
I swear I did,
But it will never be good enough.
Please mammy, stop shouting soon
I can't cry myself to sleep
I have to block my sisters ears
I am well used to you by now,
I have someone to protect now
How was I to know not like this.
Please mammy, don't look for...
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Taurek
Poem Published
17th Aug 2017 7:51am
17th Aug 2017 7:51am
Hannibal
Where were you when
Sex got ruined?
Do you remember?
I do
Boohoo
What’s the big
Brouhaha?
Really...again?
Okay:
Fuck Nazis
Fuck Antifa
Fuck the media
Fuck the government
Fuck Hollywood
Fuck academe
And fuck all of you
If you can’t rely on others
You have to rely on god
She calls me an ASS
For not indulging his
Dumb paranoia
Well, it’s always the brain
Versus nature
And how the hell
Did we all get here
Anyways?
If he doesn’t succeed ...
Sex got ruined?
Do you remember?
I do
Boohoo
What’s the big
Brouhaha?
Really...again?
Okay:
Fuck Nazis
Fuck Antifa
Fuck the media
Fuck the government
Fuck Hollywood
Fuck academe
And fuck all of you
If you can’t rely on others
You have to rely on god
She calls me an ASS
For not indulging his
Dumb paranoia
Well, it’s always the brain
Versus nature
And how the hell
Did we all get here
Anyways?
If he doesn’t succeed ...
25 reads
0 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
16th Aug 2017 00:19am
16th Aug 2017 00:19am
What They Never Told You About the Dark
65 reads
6 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 7:42pm
15th Aug 2017 7:42pm
Get Over It - - Inspired by FromTheAsh and Ragnar
Eighteen years of age
Teenage angst they said
It’s just a passing phase
What ever the hell it is
He will just have to
Get over it
I felt in permanent night
A night bereft of stars
Still, oppressive darkness
My heart and soul feel heavy
I am not entirely sure I can
Get over it
What I wouldn’t give for a hug
This feeling of failure erodes
What little confidence I have
I now only internalise feelings
I have absolutely no one
There is an expectation, I’ll
Get over it
A bottle of...
Teenage angst they said
It’s just a passing phase
What ever the hell it is
He will just have to
Get over it
I felt in permanent night
A night bereft of stars
Still, oppressive darkness
My heart and soul feel heavy
I am not entirely sure I can
Get over it
What I wouldn’t give for a hug
This feeling of failure erodes
What little confidence I have
I now only internalise feelings
I have absolutely no one
There is an expectation, I’ll
Get over it
A bottle of...
51 reads
14 Comments
prabhat35
BrokenMirror
BrokenMirror
Poem Published
14th Aug 2017 7:06pm
14th Aug 2017 7:06pm
Welcome to Hell
56 reads
6 Comments
Lily_Mae
Poem Published
14th Aug 2017 4:14am
14th Aug 2017 4:14am
Dark night Of the Soul~ Lily Mae & John Patrick Robbins aka Gonzo
Some people mean well but when they ask you the question
are they really prepared for the answer?
How am I? Well let me tell you.
Life is lived daily by the frayed edges of well worn rope.
My stale cigarette is just one inhale away from burning my flesh.
Lovers? I'm one fuck away from a grand STD because I don't care
enough to love anymore. Just into the harsh slip and slide offered
in the back of the sticky floored bar. It's filled with people like me here.
We don't talk, we stare, we smoke, the burn of the poison going down
strokes...
are they really prepared for the answer?
How am I? Well let me tell you.
Life is lived daily by the frayed edges of well worn rope.
My stale cigarette is just one inhale away from burning my flesh.
Lovers? I'm one fuck away from a grand STD because I don't care
enough to love anymore. Just into the harsh slip and slide offered
in the back of the sticky floored bar. It's filled with people like me here.
We don't talk, we stare, we smoke, the burn of the poison going down
strokes...
36 reads
2 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
12th Aug 2017 8:27pm
12th Aug 2017 8:27pm
Death’s Dream
Last night, I died in my dream
I wouldn’t class it as a nightmare
Given the subject matter it was calm
I walked down a very dimly lit hallway
Deep purple velvet flocked wall paper
Brass wall lights flickering like candles
The dark swirl patterned carpet was
Like walking slow motion in treacle
The ceiling moved like dark storm clouds
Black a grey with random flashes of red
I could hear children crying and sobbing
As if it was a choral symphony of misery
I still walked slowly but I was unafraid
A door appeared at the...
I wouldn’t class it as a nightmare
Given the subject matter it was calm
I walked down a very dimly lit hallway
Deep purple velvet flocked wall paper
Brass wall lights flickering like candles
The dark swirl patterned carpet was
Like walking slow motion in treacle
The ceiling moved like dark storm clouds
Black a grey with random flashes of red
I could hear children crying and sobbing
As if it was a choral symphony of misery
I still walked slowly but I was unafraid
A door appeared at the...
60 reads
21 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
9th Aug 2017 6:39am
9th Aug 2017 6:39am
The Loner’s Owner
My vape pen looks like
A wasted alien
I look like I’m 27
My liver looks like
It belongs in a cadaver
How does one even go
For a checkup?
DM me with any suggestions
Do you stick with poetry
Because you’re a poet?
Or because it’s the easiest
Thing to write?
Oh, also DM me if you want
A rough draft of my unfinished
Novel
I’ll send you that, as well
Just don’t steal my shit,
Cocksuckers
Learning that what you are
Isn’t enough
Come out to Playa sometime
And we’ll hangout ...
A wasted alien
I look like I’m 27
My liver looks like
It belongs in a cadaver
How does one even go
For a checkup?
DM me with any suggestions
Do you stick with poetry
Because you’re a poet?
Or because it’s the easiest
Thing to write?
Oh, also DM me if you want
A rough draft of my unfinished
Novel
I’ll send you that, as well
Just don’t steal my shit,
Cocksuckers
Learning that what you are
Isn’t enough
Come out to Playa sometime
And we’ll hangout ...
40 reads
4 Comments
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