Dark Poems by New Members
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
- Published by new DU Poetry members.
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:16pm
Yesterday 8:16pm
Luc bat practice 1
Dark shrouds the mental pain
Two pills a day to quell the stress
Deshevilled house a mess
And sleep weighs heavy like a tonne
Medicated mind numb
Joy left an aeon past,
My lonliness is doomed to last.
Tears fall down my cheeks like winter's rain.
Two pills a day to quell the stress
Deshevilled house a mess
And sleep weighs heavy like a tonne
Medicated mind numb
Joy left an aeon past,
My lonliness is doomed to last.
Tears fall down my cheeks like winter's rain.
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
16 reads
2 Comments
ThiaTartorum
Poem Published
8th Dec 2018 10:03pm
8th Dec 2018 10:03pm
Lost
#dark
#shame
#despair
62 reads
14 Comments
MoonlitGoddess
Poem Published
8th Dec 2018 2:59am
8th Dec 2018 2:59am
Her evolution
She felt pain,
a pain that could not be soothed.
The pain turned to rage,
the rage burned deep. Into the deepest crevice of her soul.
The fire consumed her,
Her and the fire were one.
a pain that could not be soothed.
The pain turned to rage,
the rage burned deep. Into the deepest crevice of her soul.
The fire consumed her,
Her and the fire were one.
#anger
#depression
#dark
#gothic
#hurt
54 reads
7 Comments
abigailwoods
Poem Published
5th Dec 2018 8:31am
5th Dec 2018 8:31am
Aftermath
Four final words:
“You are not enough”
I am swallowing razor blades-
cutting out my own tongue;
destroying the evidence
Try to feel regret
One more exasperated sigh
One last trip to the ER
I am mopping up the puddles of
My own blood
Erase me
Try to feel regret
One last fake cry
One last lie hidden behind a devious smile
One last desperate ‘I love you’
attempting to conceal an abundance of
black and blue adorning virgin flesh like
rare jewelry
Stained skin;...
“You are not enough”
I am swallowing razor blades-
cutting out my own tongue;
destroying the evidence
Try to feel regret
One more exasperated sigh
One last trip to the ER
I am mopping up the puddles of
My own blood
Erase me
Try to feel regret
One last fake cry
One last lie hidden behind a devious smile
One last desperate ‘I love you’
attempting to conceal an abundance of
black and blue adorning virgin flesh like
rare jewelry
Stained skin;...
#depression
#heartbroken
#abuse
#SelfHarm
#redemption
56 reads
0 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
14th Dec 2018 10:04pm
14th Dec 2018 10:04pm
Russian Roulette
Let’s play Russian Roulette
The bullet is in the chamber
Let it spin you have a chance
The bets on the table
Is life worth winning
Let’s play the game with high stakes
Could you win the world
All it takes is one spin
One pull of the trigger
The hammer blasting down
Feel the tension almost snap
Breathing is fast
Heart is pounding harder
Life seems so real within this second
Can you turn it around
The gun feels heavy
Cold steel on your skin
Thoughts of tomorrow gone
In...
The bullet is in the chamber
Let it spin you have a chance
The bets on the table
Is life worth winning
Let’s play the game with high stakes
Could you win the world
All it takes is one spin
One pull of the trigger
The hammer blasting down
Feel the tension almost snap
Breathing is fast
Heart is pounding harder
Life seems so real within this second
Can you turn it around
The gun feels heavy
Cold steel on your skin
Thoughts of tomorrow gone
In...
#dark
22 reads
0 Comments
fightorflight
Disa
Disa
Poem Published
4th Dec 2018 9:07pm
4th Dec 2018 9:07pm
Pricy
I'm saying world would be better if everyone came alive
and know how their childhood really was, tho their parents deny
To understand why their mirror is broken inside
Yeah the blood dried and everything is oh so fucking fine
But why do you keep closing your eyes when you see family life
Don't blindly blame your parents if they really tried
Parent's don't get applied
Remember all things have both sides
But it was your parents who had to decide
Are they always gonna be there after you cried
Can they even provide
Are you there just for...
and know how their childhood really was, tho their parents deny
To understand why their mirror is broken inside
Yeah the blood dried and everything is oh so fucking fine
But why do you keep closing your eyes when you see family life
Don't blindly blame your parents if they really tried
Parent's don't get applied
Remember all things have both sides
But it was your parents who had to decide
Are they always gonna be there after you cried
Can they even provide
Are you there just for...
#children
#parent
#family
#abuse
#MentalHealth
45 reads
4 Comments
wordpainter
Poem Published
6th Dec 2018 7:36am
6th Dec 2018 7:36am
Morning depression
Wake up, insides lurching.
Dread, fear, depression, despair.
Why?
Remember, you are here now, it's ok.
It's just hit me, that's probably "why" -
because I was there once.
Dread, fear, depression, despair.
Why?
Remember, you are here now, it's ok.
It's just hit me, that's probably "why" -
because I was there once.
#sadness
#anxiety
#dark #despair
#dark #despair
53 reads
2 Comments
Mhubiey
Moubarak
Moubarak
Poem Published
7th Dec 2018 3:39pm
7th Dec 2018 3:39pm
Dying wish
Promise did I,
love for you eternal
death smiled, you lie
You slept with him
And I died.
love for you eternal
death smiled, you lie
You slept with him
And I died.
#grief
#dark
#heartbroken #disappointment
#heartbroken #disappointment
40 reads
4 Comments
SemiConscious
Poem Published
9th Dec 2018 3:08am
9th Dec 2018 3:08am
Kaleidoscope Optical
Through a kaleidoscope optical
I see prisms of silver shining over a crimson background
Rearranging the lines to induce psychosis
Am I human or just a void in this red room
Experiments of a god puppet
Strings of barbed wire being pulled
Do I have a soul or am I a figure in a glass jar
Through a kaleidoscope optical I see shards of sky
And the sun bloated out by white shapes in my peripheral
Hallucinating my sanity
I see prisms of silver shining over a crimson background
Rearranging the lines to induce psychosis
Am I human or just a void in this red room
Experiments of a god puppet
Strings of barbed wire being pulled
Do I have a soul or am I a figure in a glass jar
Through a kaleidoscope optical I see shards of sky
And the sun bloated out by white shapes in my peripheral
Hallucinating my sanity
#FeelingTrapped
32 reads
1 Comment
KillHope
Poem Published
6th Dec 2018 8:31pm
6th Dec 2018 8:31pm
Ground Glass
Every day feels like ground glass in my gut.
From the moment I awake until the moment I pass out.
Wrenching pain that causes me to writhe and cry
out when I am alone; to grimace a smile when others
intrude.
These are not my people.
Actors, liars, phony optimists; people who smile through
the day and torture their lovers at night.
Emotion rips me apart; I know I am a phony too.
Where are my people?
Those who are comfortable in the dark. Those who
long for the dark. Those who worship the dark.
I am alone. And lonely.
I will die...
From the moment I awake until the moment I pass out.
Wrenching pain that causes me to writhe and cry
out when I am alone; to grimace a smile when others
intrude.
These are not my people.
Actors, liars, phony optimists; people who smile through
the day and torture their lovers at night.
Emotion rips me apart; I know I am a phony too.
Where are my people?
Those who are comfortable in the dark. Those who
long for the dark. Those who worship the dark.
I am alone. And lonely.
I will die...
#anger
#loneliness
#despair #emptiness
#despair #emptiness
30 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:45am
Yesterday 2:45am
Nurtured By Sorrows in Childhood
Nurtured by sorrows in childhood”
…what the hell does that even mean?
I thought it, I wrote it.
I lived it, I remember it…
A child in darkness puts hell in ovation…
but where was my heaven?
I swear I was touched once then…
by an angel, I think.
I’m not sure, for its face was blackened
in the dimmed basement.
Cold, wet cement walls echoed whining.
Please… please why can’t it be a dream?
My angel, my protector and my hero
you should have been.
Your touch felt kind, caring...
…what the hell does that even mean?
I thought it, I wrote it.
I lived it, I remember it…
A child in darkness puts hell in ovation…
but where was my heaven?
I swear I was touched once then…
by an angel, I think.
I’m not sure, for its face was blackened
in the dimmed basement.
Cold, wet cement walls echoed whining.
Please… please why can’t it be a dream?
My angel, my protector and my hero
you should have been.
Your touch felt kind, caring...
#sadness
#depression
20 reads
0 Comments
sklxxi
K.S
K.S
Poem Published
24th Nov 2018 6:52am
24th Nov 2018 6:52am
Corrupted
down came mischief
wailing souls of
innocenceㅡ echoing, could
be heard inside
our freshly rotten
hard plastic bodies.
wailing souls of
innocenceㅡ echoing, could
be heard inside
our freshly rotten
hard plastic bodies.
#depression
#dark
#corruption #despair
#corruption #despair
53 reads
6 Comments
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