Popular Dark Poems
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 4:51pm
15th Nov 2024 4:51pm
Alone
Play with me like a slave.
Tell me, we're the same.
Amuse me with your games.
I'm not alone.
Train me to behave.
Ill take all your lies and praise.
Offer me hypnotic ways.
I'm not alone.
Invite me to the stage.
Ill just pace inside the cage.
Entice me with your plague.
I'm not alone.
Ill act with no pay.
I'm the light; a distant ray.
Like a mime, ill never say,
"I'm not alone"
Tell me, we're the same.
Amuse me with your games.
I'm not alone.
Train me to behave.
Ill take all your lies and praise.
Offer me hypnotic ways.
I'm not alone.
Invite me to the stage.
Ill just pace inside the cage.
Entice me with your plague.
I'm not alone.
Ill act with no pay.
I'm the light; a distant ray.
Like a mime, ill never say,
"I'm not alone"
#inspirational
#loneliness
90 reads
20 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 8:22pm
24th Nov 2024 8:22pm
Should have Stayed Gone
You should have stayed gone
When you walked out that door
I should have changed those locks
Cause I don’t want you here no more
This time when you leave
Please don’t come back here no more
You say I’m an evil woman.
Evil to the core
If I am so evil, baby
Why are you back here at my door
I can't take it no more, honey
Don’t come back here no more
I cook you a dinner
You throw it back
I'll wear that red dress you like
You ask what is that?
When I say let’s go the room
You say you are fine...
When you walked out that door
I should have changed those locks
Cause I don’t want you here no more
This time when you leave
Please don’t come back here no more
You say I’m an evil woman.
Evil to the core
If I am so evil, baby
Why are you back here at my door
I can't take it no more, honey
Don’t come back here no more
I cook you a dinner
You throw it back
I'll wear that red dress you like
You ask what is that?
When I say let’s go the room
You say you are fine...
#anger
#dark
#regret
91 reads
17 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 11:06pm
7th Nov 2024 11:06pm
Yankee Doodle Eulogy
I thought nations might learn from their mistakes
but now I know this to be far from true
as malice aforethought will just renew
like venom through the fangs of deadly snakes
and thusly have my countrymen been bit
by premeditations of pain and death
forevermore heard in their shibboleth
of famed cruelty and discarded wit
that shows my country is now dead to me
but for that slow expiration of heart
beating before the carcass falls apart
in the feeding frenzy of anarchy...
now comatose here and necrotic there
on life...
but now I know this to be far from true
as malice aforethought will just renew
like venom through the fangs of deadly snakes
and thusly have my countrymen been bit
by premeditations of pain and death
forevermore heard in their shibboleth
of famed cruelty and discarded wit
that shows my country is now dead to me
but for that slow expiration of heart
beating before the carcass falls apart
in the feeding frenzy of anarchy...
now comatose here and necrotic there
on life...
#grief
115 reads
29 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 9:59pm
26th Nov 2024 9:59pm
I Wield This in His Memory
Fuck off, MAGA, and your mad assail;
you no more own the skies of liberty
than the Pequod owned that honky whale
or Ahab all the hate he put to sea.
My father's "good news" was a flimsy blade
he chose to wield for the greater good
but the news today would see him dismayed
at decency no longer understood.
So now words must be of sterner steel
as..."naught's an angle to the iron way"
to rend a path back to what we feel
about the heartless fuckers holding sway... ...
you no more own the skies of liberty
than the Pequod owned that honky whale
or Ahab all the hate he put to sea.
My father's "good news" was a flimsy blade
he chose to wield for the greater good
but the news today would see him dismayed
at decency no longer understood.
So now words must be of sterner steel
as..."naught's an angle to the iron way"
to rend a path back to what we feel
about the heartless fuckers holding sway... ...
#manipulation
#tragedy
105 reads
30 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 3:46pm
8th Nov 2024 3:46pm
Monstrous - with Crimsin
Alchemy of debauchery seducing the quill
from archives of my obsession, sincerely
antiquated madness in seance whispering
silently, my love, as shadows dance
on winding stairs a smile without end
into the depths of a yarder of ale
and a tear in the window of my mind
with a spoonful of vanity's ingredients
like a narcissistic mannequin
shattering the silence of my thoughts
is a deep need for darker things
casting out the bright colors of former days
where my tempest drove me quite insane
days of melancholy and angst...
from archives of my obsession, sincerely
antiquated madness in seance whispering
silently, my love, as shadows dance
on winding stairs a smile without end
into the depths of a yarder of ale
and a tear in the window of my mind
with a spoonful of vanity's ingredients
like a narcissistic mannequin
shattering the silence of my thoughts
is a deep need for darker things
casting out the bright colors of former days
where my tempest drove me quite insane
days of melancholy and angst...
#collaboration
#dark
118 reads
9 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 6:00pm
7th Nov 2024 6:00pm
Tourniquet - with Crimsin
With extracts of the occults alchemy
from the thimble of bol weevil needle
summoned by ancient ears listening
sealed by the wax of silence flourishing
in the infernal well of philosophical doom
wiles and wisdom of the moon's poultice
from the dark rocking chair.
bleeding eyes, a tourniquet for the throat
vice needs are understood
heedless of the call to reckon
misfortunate for the damned and wandering
the night shines no more
the grave challenges you for their souls
the River Styx to burn, eternal
their voices...
from the thimble of bol weevil needle
summoned by ancient ears listening
sealed by the wax of silence flourishing
in the infernal well of philosophical doom
wiles and wisdom of the moon's poultice
from the dark rocking chair.
bleeding eyes, a tourniquet for the throat
vice needs are understood
heedless of the call to reckon
misfortunate for the damned and wandering
the night shines no more
the grave challenges you for their souls
the River Styx to burn, eternal
their voices...
#collaboration
#dark
#witches
115 reads
9 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 10:15am
1st Dec 2024 10:15am
Lichen Thallus
Apply the federation.
Allow a congregation.
Lose your mind to sedation.
Lose your kool; aid the plantation.
Planted in a vase.
No roots for me to trace.
No more individual face.
Just people losing the race.
A spore developing.
A hive of demons loudly sing.
Attract the greater being.
To destroy the weakest thinking.
A tree that only lies.
A mistletoe leeches the wise.
Time to prune the parasites.
Assassin's have a lonely plight.
Allow a congregation.
Lose your mind to sedation.
Lose your kool; aid the plantation.
Planted in a vase.
No roots for me to trace.
No more individual face.
Just people losing the race.
A spore developing.
A hive of demons loudly sing.
Attract the greater being.
To destroy the weakest thinking.
A tree that only lies.
A mistletoe leeches the wise.
Time to prune the parasites.
Assassin's have a lonely plight.
#hypocrisy
#money
#prison #SelfReflection
#prison #SelfReflection
58 reads
11 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 12:20pm
5th Nov 2024 12:20pm
East of Eden
Slipping into the darkness east of Eden
of haunting serenity among the chaos
where dead sleep in the moon's womb
the ink of the quill nevermore to grasp
longing for the sounds of memories
as I lay naked in the shadow of death
slipping into the darkness east of Eden
of haunting serenity among the chaos
where dead sleep in the moon's womb
the ink of the quill nevermore to grasp
longing for the sounds of memories
as I lay naked in the shadow of death
slipping into the darkness east of Eden
#dark
112 reads
9 Comments
Onyxceila
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 1:49pm
16th Nov 2024 1:49pm
Born A Sacrifice
The classic tale Centuries-old
through self-owned reliance
a hero rises from the cold
But Within these chapters carefully hidden
Upon the pages where this story is written
Between the lines is the story untold
Of the acts of love
by the willfully forfeited soul
Born a sacrifice
Meant to be consumed
A life never lived
Born to be used
Created as a vessel
To hold an elixir of love
Collected from the wounds
of Shredded palms
That rest in the hands
refusing gloves
Dripping now is the nurturer of...
through self-owned reliance
a hero rises from the cold
But Within these chapters carefully hidden
Upon the pages where this story is written
Between the lines is the story untold
Of the acts of love
by the willfully forfeited soul
Born a sacrifice
Meant to be consumed
A life never lived
Born to be used
Created as a vessel
To hold an elixir of love
Collected from the wounds
of Shredded palms
That rest in the hands
refusing gloves
Dripping now is the nurturer of...
#deception
#love
#manipulation #obsession
#manipulation #obsession
131 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 7:43pm
19th Nov 2024 7:43pm
time's up
steely eyes watch, it's the witching hour
time's up, your midnight has come
struck the numeral, you're number six
just come with me, it will be easier
the light snuffed out
a sad day is upon us
the reaper comes to claim
no one makes a fool of death
when your moment is announced, it's swift
it is always with pain, a life exits
the sordid details aside
leaving this life, is sometimes sorrow
we grieve, to morn the loss
crossing over, the River Styx
the ferryman must have his copper...
time's up, your midnight has come
struck the numeral, you're number six
just come with me, it will be easier
the light snuffed out
a sad day is upon us
the reaper comes to claim
no one makes a fool of death
when your moment is announced, it's swift
it is always with pain, a life exits
the sordid details aside
leaving this life, is sometimes sorrow
we grieve, to morn the loss
crossing over, the River Styx
the ferryman must have his copper...
#dark
74 reads
9 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 10:16pm
12th Nov 2024 10:16pm
National Lobotomy
Fucking fools got one party rule
to goose-step the necks of motley thought
wherever the people's genius is taught
but especially in public school
where they don't hang enough pictures of Christ
with the hipster hair and funeral gown
or the shoulder cross and the thorny crown
ghoulishly hoping for a soul to heist
and then to teach it in private lessons
about la-di-da in the great beyond
due to all the guns of which they are fond
such as your choice of Smith and Wessons
because no one scrolls like...
to goose-step the necks of motley thought
wherever the people's genius is taught
but especially in public school
where they don't hang enough pictures of Christ
with the hipster hair and funeral gown
or the shoulder cross and the thorny crown
ghoulishly hoping for a soul to heist
and then to teach it in private lessons
about la-di-da in the great beyond
due to all the guns of which they are fond
such as your choice of Smith and Wessons
because no one scrolls like...
#tradition
172 reads
15 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 4:05am
12th Nov 2024 4:05am
Venomous Kiss Of His Fists
In lieu of a kiss, he used his fist
Felt that she dissed and he got pissed
Used his palms in lieu of a charm
Strangled, she couldn't raise her arms
Recited Psalms then said goodbye
Reached the finale of blackened eyes
She chose the wrong guy for a mate
Hindsight's 20/20; a twisted fate
Felt that she dissed and he got pissed
Used his palms in lieu of a charm
Strangled, she couldn't raise her arms
Recited Psalms then said goodbye
Reached the finale of blackened eyes
She chose the wrong guy for a mate
Hindsight's 20/20; a twisted fate
#death
#DomesticViolence
68 reads
4 Comments
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