Popular Dark Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
A Penny For Your Thoughts
Twist the knife and fling
little flirtation and smile behind the scenes
Post regret in mind
a red haired witch...aye
Dagger to sheath it isn't
swing wide and cut with precision
A legion's terror
aimed for the throat
cut deep and dig further...goat
Insidious lust for greed's sake
a dominion of trust forsaken
Jeering from both sides to your mouth
gagging on the venom
Burn the tongue
and the wither the corpse
all you evil
The soul away
lingering in the dark
waiting to bate the...
little flirtation and smile behind the scenes
Post regret in mind
a red haired witch...aye
Dagger to sheath it isn't
swing wide and cut with precision
A legion's terror
aimed for the throat
cut deep and dig further...goat
Insidious lust for greed's sake
a dominion of trust forsaken
Jeering from both sides to your mouth
gagging on the venom
Burn the tongue
and the wither the corpse
all you evil
The soul away
lingering in the dark
waiting to bate the...
#dark
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15 Comments
flare
Blue on midnight's glare
sets upon my shoulders
calling me to kneel before a neon God
sweltering alone I keen
The dark glower
and I hid in the sunlit psyche
Recovering memories from psychics
and long dead priests
Residing in the ego of the mad
A catalog of dialog
not recalled spill
cream churned from my anxiety
and rose as truth
Scribe in my diary
notes of dismay
bread crumbs leading home
Within the corrupt thinking
a shaken innocent
safely concealed from the night's...
sets upon my shoulders
calling me to kneel before a neon God
sweltering alone I keen
The dark glower
and I hid in the sunlit psyche
Recovering memories from psychics
and long dead priests
Residing in the ego of the mad
A catalog of dialog
not recalled spill
cream churned from my anxiety
and rose as truth
Scribe in my diary
notes of dismay
bread crumbs leading home
Within the corrupt thinking
a shaken innocent
safely concealed from the night's...
#dark
103 reads
11 Comments
Whispering Tunes To Marionettes (w/adagio)
At twilight as I lay down to rest
to a soul dance's bye and bye,
I sway to gentle rhythmic tunes
of crickets chirping nature's lullaby.
They whisper tunes to marionettes,
a sweet requiem song, goodnight,
I listen to the angels harp,
counting sheep as I would might.
But my eyelids see the creatures
that once were the pale corpses,
now a psalm is in my shadows,
one that strips my endorphins.
I walk through villages of death,
strolling through purgatory's entice,
sweet dreams turned to nightmares,
this unbled...
to a soul dance's bye and bye,
I sway to gentle rhythmic tunes
of crickets chirping nature's lullaby.
They whisper tunes to marionettes,
a sweet requiem song, goodnight,
I listen to the angels harp,
counting sheep as I would might.
But my eyelids see the creatures
that once were the pale corpses,
now a psalm is in my shadows,
one that strips my endorphins.
I walk through villages of death,
strolling through purgatory's entice,
sweet dreams turned to nightmares,
this unbled...
#dreams
#sleep
#nightmares
134 reads
16 Comments
Acid Pools
if i spilled my anger
my words would form a pool of acid
i'd dive in from the deep end
slowly, excruciatingly, dissolving myself
and that just wouldn't be any fun at all
best i should write about lollipops and daffodils
and precious low IQ fwuppy dogs with barrettes in their hair
and garish motel art crayola sunsets
and the delectable ice cream sweetness of new love
without the inevitable cyanide at the bottom of the cone
and beautiful vacation destinations
i'll never be able to afford again
and the gift of a...
my words would form a pool of acid
i'd dive in from the deep end
slowly, excruciatingly, dissolving myself
and that just wouldn't be any fun at all
best i should write about lollipops and daffodils
and precious low IQ fwuppy dogs with barrettes in their hair
and garish motel art crayola sunsets
and the delectable ice cream sweetness of new love
without the inevitable cyanide at the bottom of the cone
and beautiful vacation destinations
i'll never be able to afford again
and the gift of a...
#anger
#funny
#WritingPoetry
122 reads
7 Comments
Old Crones Dancing
Once upon obsidian bones
from my mind's dark oasis
and sweet opium's chowder
of memories haunting lullaby
from the pharaoh's cacoon
beneath the fabric of twilight
leaving footsteps in the wind
of vampires in silken wings
old crones dancing serenade
from my mind's dark oasis
and sweet opium's chowder
of memories haunting lullaby
from the pharaoh's cacoon
beneath the fabric of twilight
leaving footsteps in the wind
of vampires in silken wings
old crones dancing serenade
#dark
#gothic
#vampires
65 reads
6 Comments
anxiety
the flames
draped
over
my folding
darkness,
the tangle
behind
blurring dreams,
pressed
in gleaming
ruins,
these
passing nights,
well worn
in layers
of frailty,
this brittle
climate,
this is
where
the candle
burns brightest
at sunrise.
draped
over
my folding
darkness,
the tangle
behind
blurring dreams,
pressed
in gleaming
ruins,
these
passing nights,
well worn
in layers
of frailty,
this brittle
climate,
this is
where
the candle
burns brightest
at sunrise.
#anxiety
#escape
#healing
#risk
#vulnerability
81 reads
8 Comments
Decomposure
You are a joke.
Choke on the words
vomiting out of your mouth.
I’m out of time.
Crimes that you have
committed must be answered.
Cancerous love
shoved through my veins,
I have to relaliate.
[staggering]
[falling]
[the dagger's in]
[calling]
Fate…fate,
is this my fate?
Hate… hate
why do you hate?
.......
Blacking out before death,
how inevitable.
Left here with labored breaths
to witness these moments.
His unrestricted depth
allows him victory. ...
Choke on the words
vomiting out of your mouth.
I’m out of time.
Crimes that you have
committed must be answered.
Cancerous love
shoved through my veins,
I have to relaliate.
[staggering]
[falling]
[the dagger's in]
[calling]
Fate…fate,
is this my fate?
Hate… hate
why do you hate?
.......
Blacking out before death,
how inevitable.
Left here with labored breaths
to witness these moments.
His unrestricted depth
allows him victory. ...
#dark
#death
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16 Comments
Willful
Sigh to touch the night
frightening and immence
A vast energy willing you in
comes upon you fast
While you stand alone in an open field
hairs on your head stand on end
and you're aware you're in its presence
potential announced
it gives you a glower
So much intimidating power
cruel in its intentions
Your gut tenses
midnight has you
A blood moon watchs on longingly
willing to show you its intensity
quiet and deadly it moves across you like a breeze
calling you to the outer...
frightening and immence
A vast energy willing you in
comes upon you fast
While you stand alone in an open field
hairs on your head stand on end
and you're aware you're in its presence
potential announced
it gives you a glower
So much intimidating power
cruel in its intentions
Your gut tenses
midnight has you
A blood moon watchs on longingly
willing to show you its intensity
quiet and deadly it moves across you like a breeze
calling you to the outer...
#night
#God
79 reads
4 Comments
Raphium Series~Earth
Windswept moment too cold to touch
Incessant chatter caught on the aether
Ghosts blown about gather
They hunt my steps
Wary of the seekers
tangled epiphany is reconciled
turning in the elements
A cycle of life rises and falls
one steps aside another comes alive
necessary evil to onlookers of mass hysterics
demanding answers of a Man
who will not be strongarmed
Delusions of hope...well
while more wars are promised
the earth sick with grief
goes into labor
to deliver a green...
Incessant chatter caught on the aether
Ghosts blown about gather
They hunt my steps
Wary of the seekers
tangled epiphany is reconciled
turning in the elements
A cycle of life rises and falls
one steps aside another comes alive
necessary evil to onlookers of mass hysterics
demanding answers of a Man
who will not be strongarmed
Delusions of hope...well
while more wars are promised
the earth sick with grief
goes into labor
to deliver a green...
#war
#earth
#angels
80 reads
7 Comments
Grigori
It is and always was
a storm of brutal proportions
that taught my heart to quake
and my mind to find the others
I see them at the edge of reason
they whisper
wagging the tongues of mortals
I don't know who they are
I see them also
while I'm sleeping
A tempest brews
and then I feel them
while they peer at my soul
Like a vortex I open
then shut them out quite vehemently
They've come to mock me
in my sorrow
not quite human
nor in...
a storm of brutal proportions
that taught my heart to quake
and my mind to find the others
I see them at the edge of reason
they whisper
wagging the tongues of mortals
I don't know who they are
I see them also
while I'm sleeping
A tempest brews
and then I feel them
while they peer at my soul
Like a vortex I open
then shut them out quite vehemently
They've come to mock me
in my sorrow
not quite human
nor in...
#anxiety
#angels
121 reads
5 Comments
Grapple For The Ring
distressed faded glory is hanging limp
with a yoke shackled to its greed
unwept soldiers of Nod walk as zombies
without food or bed
Maddening crimson
the color flowing in the streets
The delusion crisp clean linen
spouted from the pulpit
with an eye to brainwash the masses
Darkness prevails and I look away
what a coward
I seek absolution from the blue sky
may they be blue forever
Green is the color of jealousy
green the color of nuclear energy
money and military
...
with a yoke shackled to its greed
unwept soldiers of Nod walk as zombies
without food or bed
Maddening crimson
the color flowing in the streets
The delusion crisp clean linen
spouted from the pulpit
with an eye to brainwash the masses
Darkness prevails and I look away
what a coward
I seek absolution from the blue sky
may they be blue forever
Green is the color of jealousy
green the color of nuclear energy
money and military
...
#dark
#war
96 reads
4 Comments
Venus In Shade
At twilight, as I lay down to rest, a soul dances bye
and bye, sweet requiem song. Tinkering with the
incense and opium candle. Dripping its tallow, on
fronds of carriageless horses. Through bottled
dreams of insanity's equinox and villages of death.
Now listening to the jackals, where once were the
pale corpses, boxed in mahogany. Now Venus is in
the shade of forever green, just rotting, waiting at
the depot of death.
and bye, sweet requiem song. Tinkering with the
incense and opium candle. Dripping its tallow, on
fronds of carriageless horses. Through bottled
dreams of insanity's equinox and villages of death.
Now listening to the jackals, where once were the
pale corpses, boxed in mahogany. Now Venus is in
the shade of forever green, just rotting, waiting at
the depot of death.
#dark
72 reads
5 Comments
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