Dark Poems by New Members
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
- Published by new DU Poetry members.
Soul of Sorrow
Hear my spirit cry out.
In the oceans of memory my soul swims.
I taste the remembrance of life,
Only to drown in the tears of regret.
Oh what pity and despair I share with shadows of forgotten entities of desolation.
For I’m doomed to an eternity of darkness and sadness
and loneliness, and the overwhelming desire to live again.
In the oceans of memory my soul swims.
I taste the remembrance of life,
Only to drown in the tears of regret.
Oh what pity and despair I share with shadows of forgotten entities of desolation.
For I’m doomed to an eternity of darkness and sadness
and loneliness, and the overwhelming desire to live again.
#despair
#emotional
#emptiness
#fear
#sadness
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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
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The Last Stop
Flattened fur and bunny ear,
A weary grin now here appears,
Crushed little bones where tyres tread,
I guess it’s Bugs—yes, Bunny’s dead.
A brutal scene laced across its face,
Left for crows’ pickings, no shame, no grace,
Eyes peeled wide, a little like balloons,
A sudden death with instant doom.
A hooter honks to warn the hare,
Still he crossed; he seemed to dare,
We hope his end was quick and swift,
Paws skyward, soul adrift.
He met the tyre, body split in two—
What’s a driver meant to do?
Now fur and...
A weary grin now here appears,
Crushed little bones where tyres tread,
I guess it’s Bugs—yes, Bunny’s dead.
A brutal scene laced across its face,
Left for crows’ pickings, no shame, no grace,
Eyes peeled wide, a little like balloons,
A sudden death with instant doom.
A hooter honks to warn the hare,
Still he crossed; he seemed to dare,
We hope his end was quick and swift,
Paws skyward, soul adrift.
He met the tyre, body split in two—
What’s a driver meant to do?
Now fur and...
#animals
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I Walk The Line
I walk the line between confidence and suicide, A delicate balance, a tightrope to abide.
One step too far, and the fall is so deep, The darkness below, a secret I keep.
The world sees my strength, my unwavering stride, But inside, a battle rages, a war I can't hide.
Confidence, a mask I wear with such grace, Hiding the turmoil that dwells in this place.
The line is so thin, a razor's edge to tread, Uncertainty looms, a constant dread.
Yet, I press on, determined to find my way, Hoping to reach the light of a brighter day.
One step too far, and the fall is so deep, The darkness below, a secret I keep.
The world sees my strength, my unwavering stride, But inside, a battle rages, a war I can't hide.
Confidence, a mask I wear with such grace, Hiding the turmoil that dwells in this place.
The line is so thin, a razor's edge to tread, Uncertainty looms, a constant dread.
Yet, I press on, determined to find my way, Hoping to reach the light of a brighter day.
#depression
#suicide
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