Long Dark Poems
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror - Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
the devil's ballet
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
Poem Published 18th June 2017 8:18am
i dance to the devil's music
he choreographs the steps
& i perform his macabre ballet
always on point
pirouette in flamed circles
as it burns flesh deep
with gaunt, pale skin
crescent moons under my eyes
up late to please the Sadistic beast
who has turned me fiend
a broken ballerina
i grand plie on his face
as he eats out my soul
tongue fucks me
there is no way to resist
this is his game
his theater of the depraved
all...
he choreographs the steps
& i perform his macabre ballet
always on point
pirouette in flamed circles
as it burns flesh deep
with gaunt, pale skin
crescent moons under my eyes
up late to please the Sadistic beast
who has turned me fiend
a broken ballerina
i grand plie on his face
as he eats out my soul
tongue fucks me
there is no way to resist
this is his game
his theater of the depraved
all...
85 reads
28 Comments
I Have Nothing Against Fashion...It's the Clueless Shoppers that Piss Me Off
Written by Messier110
Poem Published 13th June 2017 4:41am
I like to wear my shirt with an open collar & silver nose ring; my leopard skintight pants make me look like a rock star, too. Well, at least they make me look hung. The rock star analogy is debatable. The hung part is real.
Anyway, did you know that angst & anger are two different things? Pissed is something totally different, too. I know you're intelligent so tell me Einstein, can you tell the difference? A thousand quid says you can't.
Remember, there is nothing safe in this world so don't let them motherfuckers fucking fool you.
It's all a big game to the monkeys...
Anyway, did you know that angst & anger are two different things? Pissed is something totally different, too. I know you're intelligent so tell me Einstein, can you tell the difference? A thousand quid says you can't.
Remember, there is nothing safe in this world so don't let them motherfuckers fucking fool you.
It's all a big game to the monkeys...
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..Rayne..
Written by mikemason
(White Tiger)
Poem Published 12th June 2017 6:41am
Each time one fell - lightning struck - with such an impact
it ripped me right in half and rocked me through with sonic boom,
stripping out my bones - leaving body limp.
Gripping my heart each time a drop of rain crashed to the ground,
shattering the sky and my - whole world with kiss of death.
Clouds spilling tears keep pounding through the centuries
of time and penetrate stone mountain core.
Small drops of bombs pierce my mind and shatter aura's force fields.
The rain is my Achilles's heel, that inner fortress kill zone.
Born into the...
it ripped me right in half and rocked me through with sonic boom,
stripping out my bones - leaving body limp.
Gripping my heart each time a drop of rain crashed to the ground,
shattering the sky and my - whole world with kiss of death.
Clouds spilling tears keep pounding through the centuries
of time and penetrate stone mountain core.
Small drops of bombs pierce my mind and shatter aura's force fields.
The rain is my Achilles's heel, that inner fortress kill zone.
Born into the...
42 reads
1 Comment
The Antithetical Four
Written by DecipherMe
Poem Published 12th June 2017 4:54am
I am Darkness. Wed to Death.
The Holy One created me before the sun in the sky.
As it is written,
"I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the LORD do all these things."
When God was rummaging through the depths of me, I was his first creation.
His first love was the peace of my nothingness.
The utter nonexistence of the forgiving dark.
And this was before time began. Him and I were together for infinity before
I met Death. She was made on the end of awareness.
She became a god all of her own
to rule...
The Holy One created me before the sun in the sky.
As it is written,
"I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the LORD do all these things."
When God was rummaging through the depths of me, I was his first creation.
His first love was the peace of my nothingness.
The utter nonexistence of the forgiving dark.
And this was before time began. Him and I were together for infinity before
I met Death. She was made on the end of awareness.
She became a god all of her own
to rule...
32 reads
1 Comment
DRAG ME DOWN
Written by HadesRising
Poem Published 12th June 2017 3:47am
EXTREME CONTENT
88 reads
2 Comments
Depression/Death
Written by PeaceFlpw
(SheepPeace)
Poem Published 9th June 2017 00:31am
One thinks about you every waking moment;
flirting with you for a living, because living abuses, and hurts;
I've heard how you could never be cheated;
every soul seems to have living figured out;
you're unbiased, and whispers in one's ear(you will one day be mine forever)
tired of living's conditions, and its side effects
but death is like a mistress for a sex slave who's bold, but needs to compromise;
...
flirting with you for a living, because living abuses, and hurts;
I've heard how you could never be cheated;
every soul seems to have living figured out;
you're unbiased, and whispers in one's ear(you will one day be mine forever)
tired of living's conditions, and its side effects
but death is like a mistress for a sex slave who's bold, but needs to compromise;
...
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Heart bleeds steel scars
Written by mikemason
(White Tiger)
Poem Published 8th June 2017 6:19pm
Prison laden with miles of cold steel keep men freshly stored
inside lockers holding plastic dinner plates awaiting fare and
the day Justice serves-up hope of new fates.
Heavily leaden concrete walls framed by steel re-bar are reinforced.
Concrete pillars a fortress, these weak minds need strong borders.
Watched by Warden in cramped quarters they're easy to sort,
he keeps them within his strictest accord.
Stench of death's rank odor lurks to remind men of decay
awaiting their bodies yet most pray for death anyway
with hope of fading...
inside lockers holding plastic dinner plates awaiting fare and
the day Justice serves-up hope of new fates.
Heavily leaden concrete walls framed by steel re-bar are reinforced.
Concrete pillars a fortress, these weak minds need strong borders.
Watched by Warden in cramped quarters they're easy to sort,
he keeps them within his strictest accord.
Stench of death's rank odor lurks to remind men of decay
awaiting their bodies yet most pray for death anyway
with hope of fading...
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SCARLET VAMPIRES
Written by zebrablack
Poem Published 7th June 2017 6:58pm
EXTREME CONTENT
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IN REVERIE
Written by HadesRising
Poem Published 5th June 2017 7:54pm
In these fucking dreams
You’re grinning manically
Tragically, morbidly
Echo of your screams
Is slowly fading away
As you die in my arms
I will hold your body close to my chest tonight
As everything I’ve ever loved turns to dust
Bind your eyes to save you from unholy sight
In early hours before the dawn blood turns to rust
Bury you in an shallow grave
Unmarked but I recall your name
The last of tarnished memories
Lost forever in reverie
Spiders crawl across the misty forest floor
Spinning a silken crypt ‘round the last...
You’re grinning manically
Tragically, morbidly
Echo of your screams
Is slowly fading away
As you die in my arms
I will hold your body close to my chest tonight
As everything I’ve ever loved turns to dust
Bind your eyes to save you from unholy sight
In early hours before the dawn blood turns to rust
Bury you in an shallow grave
Unmarked but I recall your name
The last of tarnished memories
Lost forever in reverie
Spiders crawl across the misty forest floor
Spinning a silken crypt ‘round the last...
51 reads
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Second Grade Serenade
Written by Ghost223
Poem Published 5th June 2017 5:10am
Hey Lacey, come and play.”
I spoke those few words that day.
She walks with such playful grace.
I won’t forget the smile on her face.
We ran around the playground.
I pushed her on the swing.
I’d sit and listen to the heavenly sound
Of when she’d start to sing.
“Hey Lacey, come to my house.”
Next year, her mom, quiet as a mouse,
Said she could come over.
She came to my party, her mom drove her.
After we ate, I’ll never forget when she kissed me.
It was on the cheek, but still I hid.
I’d never been kissed before, you see. ...
I spoke those few words that day.
She walks with such playful grace.
I won’t forget the smile on her face.
We ran around the playground.
I pushed her on the swing.
I’d sit and listen to the heavenly sound
Of when she’d start to sing.
“Hey Lacey, come to my house.”
Next year, her mom, quiet as a mouse,
Said she could come over.
She came to my party, her mom drove her.
After we ate, I’ll never forget when she kissed me.
It was on the cheek, but still I hid.
I’d never been kissed before, you see. ...
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3 Comments