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.
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:55pm
Yesterday 5:55pm
The Virus
These events as of late has been preparing the world for my return
Baal has been torturing me over and over watching me burn
But I've been promised to be the first allowed through the fucking gates
Baal said only if this time you brought even more pain delivering their fate
But as soon as he said it he realized that it was a silly request
Mentality believes in the punishment of the flesh to lay the spirit to rest
I want it to lay down, roll over, and become like putty in my hands
So Baal tortures me with promises of a possible release under his command...
Baal has been torturing me over and over watching me burn
But I've been promised to be the first allowed through the fucking gates
Baal said only if this time you brought even more pain delivering their fate
But as soon as he said it he realized that it was a silly request
Mentality believes in the punishment of the flesh to lay the spirit to rest
I want it to lay down, roll over, and become like putty in my hands
So Baal tortures me with promises of a possible release under his command...
#dark
#death
#evil
14 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 1:26pm
20th Sep 2020 1:26pm
GETTING ON MY LAST NERVE
What is it about the darkness that makes sense to the spirit of the soul, as it affects the feelings of being trap within an realm of low self-esteem, to the point you feel unwanted and unloved and unworthy. As it comes to the very existences of the demons within your subconsciousness, that creeps and roams through the dead of the night. For it is said that we each have our own demons that walk, through the stairways and gateways of our most private and deepest thoughts.That appears from out of the depth of the darkness that sometimes controls, the very existences of our heart and soul and...
#anxiety
#LifeAsAWriter
#PTSD
#escape
#nightmares
36 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
19th Sep 2020 5:38pm
19th Sep 2020 5:38pm
A Pale Roux
A pale roux of the dead along with a trinity bubbling away in a pot
All intended to simmer away a menage of human livers, kidneys, and hearts
This one was so worth the fucking killing, so many times over
A total health fanatic, I could tell by looking those internal organs over
The aroma was flowing through the house, up and down the block
Passerbys slowed their steps savoring the air, but I have all doors locked
While this little stew is bubbling away, I reminisce on how this little rabbit was caught
Hahaha after some seductive conversations, a...
All intended to simmer away a menage of human livers, kidneys, and hearts
This one was so worth the fucking killing, so many times over
A total health fanatic, I could tell by looking those internal organs over
The aroma was flowing through the house, up and down the block
Passerbys slowed their steps savoring the air, but I have all doors locked
While this little stew is bubbling away, I reminisce on how this little rabbit was caught
Hahaha after some seductive conversations, a...
#dark
#death
#evil #food
#evil #food
26 reads
7 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
19th Sep 2020 5:34pm
19th Sep 2020 5:34pm
Protesting Munchies
Pieces of titties and pussies scattered all about the floor
I've got a semi erection but I just can't eat any more
Hahaha the stench is smothering, the walls are painted with blood and shit
I'm going back through these fucking purses for an over looked hit
All up in the corner prying one bag out of a bitches hands
She's twenty-four hours dead and I still can't get that purse out of that hand
Clutched in some death defying grip this shit had better have money in it
It took a sledgehammer and a crowbar to get the money and those fucking hits ...
I've got a semi erection but I just can't eat any more
Hahaha the stench is smothering, the walls are painted with blood and shit
I'm going back through these fucking purses for an over looked hit
All up in the corner prying one bag out of a bitches hands
She's twenty-four hours dead and I still can't get that purse out of that hand
Clutched in some death defying grip this shit had better have money in it
It took a sledgehammer and a crowbar to get the money and those fucking hits ...
#dark
#death
#evil
26 reads
2 Comments
TheMonsterfromHe11
Poem Published
19th Sep 2020 7:14am
19th Sep 2020 7:14am
My heart's catacombs
There's a door that I see every night, closed.
Standing on a damp shallow puddle, in a pure blackened hue room.
The door has no connecting walls, just standing on its own in the middle of the room taunting in a way.
Menacing but luring.
Almost like it's staring at me.
On that fateful day, when I was being beckoned towards death near the brink of giving in.
It opened for me, the opening showed a "opportunity".
The cold change in temperature hit me immediately first upon the breeze that came through.
It felt...
Standing on a damp shallow puddle, in a pure blackened hue room.
The door has no connecting walls, just standing on its own in the middle of the room taunting in a way.
Menacing but luring.
Almost like it's staring at me.
On that fateful day, when I was being beckoned towards death near the brink of giving in.
It opened for me, the opening showed a "opportunity".
The cold change in temperature hit me immediately first upon the breeze that came through.
It felt...
#sadness
#grief
#conflict
#suffering
#separation
19 reads
MyEyeDelight
Poem Published
16th Sep 2020 6:38am
16th Sep 2020 6:38am
A Creeping Death
A Creeping Death
Have you noticed?
How the angle of the sun is changing?
Once warm and incandescent
Now is all
Hard edges
And stark shadows.
Summer weeps in mourning,
So Autumn may exhale.
Breath that holds an icy promise.
Wrapped in warm flannel,
Served with pumpkin spice,
Surrounded by fall color,
That only really portends of imminent death.
Drunk on cider,
Plied with these distractions
You are caught unaware.
Lest you pay heed,
Best you be...
Have you noticed?
How the angle of the sun is changing?
Once warm and incandescent
Now is all
Hard edges
And stark shadows.
Summer weeps in mourning,
So Autumn may exhale.
Breath that holds an icy promise.
Wrapped in warm flannel,
Served with pumpkin spice,
Surrounded by fall color,
That only really portends of imminent death.
Drunk on cider,
Plied with these distractions
You are caught unaware.
Lest you pay heed,
Best you be...
#Halloween
#narrative
45 reads
10 Comments
case28
Poem Published
16th Sep 2020 3:02am
16th Sep 2020 3:02am
Harvest Moon
#home
#flowers
#nature #philosophical
#nature #philosophical
88 reads
5 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 5:13am
15th Sep 2020 5:13am
fair?
I was cussed at called names threatened and told to leave in forum by a well-known member of this site...I told the offending person I wasn't intimidated...my friend stood up for me and was time banned with the possibility of being permanently banished... the other party who flung curse words at me and tried to bully me was not banned...it was brought up by me the groups this person runs to seemingly unify the site is actually a point of power to divide the site... as only the members invited by her or by contacting her are you allowed on this show when half the site she dismisses as useless...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
98 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
9th Sep 2020 3:17am
9th Sep 2020 3:17am
Unchained
#dark
#pagan
#magic
#witches
#curse
90 reads
13 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
5th Sep 2020 00:03am
5th Sep 2020 00:03am
Morgoth Bauglir
A crystal ember, of redemption
fulfilled desire of an everlasting soul
a newly heartfelt comprehension
that gathered all to purify, bestow
my hopes in a goblet of chants
that knows no limit in its breath
if death is birth, then a deviant
of evil will crystalise like meth
ill, corrupted, emanating chills
that lure with a Demiurge passion
there are always two types of pills
ones that bring poison, others - compassion;
I live in the dream of the Ktulu
but I have awoken in the Titanlands
with my first breath I...
fulfilled desire of an everlasting soul
a newly heartfelt comprehension
that gathered all to purify, bestow
my hopes in a goblet of chants
that knows no limit in its breath
if death is birth, then a deviant
of evil will crystalise like meth
ill, corrupted, emanating chills
that lure with a Demiurge passion
there are always two types of pills
ones that bring poison, others - compassion;
I live in the dream of the Ktulu
but I have awoken in the Titanlands
with my first breath I...
#dark
#gothic
#night
#spiritual
#philosophical
90 reads
6 Comments
Inkognito
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 1:55pm
4th Sep 2020 1:55pm
In The Right State Of Mind
#murder
58 reads
0 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
27th Nov 2019 9:51pm
27th Nov 2019 9:51pm
For This Darkness: Forgive Me
Inspired by lepperochan and his Eternal darkness 6 words 3 lines
Darkness falls I rise to embrace
Darkness is definitely the new light
Darkness gives light to the truth
Bathing in darkness nakedness required
No soap necessary, no rough sponge
Washing away my sins is pointless
I enjoy the pleasure of sinning
Angels boringly abstain and are celibate
The human difference; I enjoy pleasure
Are you scared of the dark?
What could be in the dark?
Simple: Turn the fuckin light on
You can always choose your...
Darkness falls I rise to embrace
Darkness is definitely the new light
Darkness gives light to the truth
Bathing in darkness nakedness required
No soap necessary, no rough sponge
Washing away my sins is pointless
I enjoy the pleasure of sinning
Angels boringly abstain and are celibate
The human difference; I enjoy pleasure
Are you scared of the dark?
What could be in the dark?
Simple: Turn the fuckin light on
You can always choose your...
#dark
#evil
#frustration
#despair
#disappointment
267 reads
11 Comments
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