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.
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
19th Oct 2019 4:24am
19th Oct 2019 4:24am
noth/ing/ness.....
i'm bound
to a perpetual
axis of darkness
my emotions
- soaked in
putrid rains
taught strings
laced 'round
my corseted heart
cumbered breaths
verging on
as/phyx/i/a/tion
my mind
screaming
into
a ...
to a perpetual
axis of darkness
my emotions
- soaked in
putrid rains
taught strings
laced 'round
my corseted heart
cumbered breaths
verging on
as/phyx/i/a/tion
my mind
screaming
into
a ...
#regret
#dark
#emptiness #hurt
#emptiness #hurt
282 reads
61 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
6th Nov 2019 11:20pm
6th Nov 2019 11:20pm
R I P Poem
I wrote you,
And you were wonderful,
But then... in a copy and paste disaster
You were gone.
Consider this a tombstone, if you will,
Of the poem which once was.
Adieu
And you were wonderful,
But then... in a copy and paste disaster
You were gone.
Consider this a tombstone, if you will,
Of the poem which once was.
Adieu
#grief
#technology
#LifeAsAWriter #TimeHeals
#LifeAsAWriter #TimeHeals
110 reads
28 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
14th Nov 2019 3:03am
14th Nov 2019 3:03am
the dark dare
you're a fucker and I know it
let's not play
let's own it
I'm not much fun really
just an old whore who knows how to manipulate
cat and mouse...
you're the hunter dripping perversion
I can't be the victim
though I really want to be
see that's the problem
I'm willing...
I am your sweet little girl
no, but I want to be
rage filled my soul
contaminated me
I roamed the nights alone...age three
I dared the night
come get me!
the dark was afraid of me
I challenged it
it took...
let's not play
let's own it
I'm not much fun really
just an old whore who knows how to manipulate
cat and mouse...
you're the hunter dripping perversion
I can't be the victim
though I really want to be
see that's the problem
I'm willing...
I am your sweet little girl
no, but I want to be
rage filled my soul
contaminated me
I roamed the nights alone...age three
I dared the night
come get me!
the dark was afraid of me
I challenged it
it took...
#dark
#evil
81 reads
19 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 8:46pm
11th Nov 2019 8:46pm
Shadowblind
Diplomacy or tyranny, My Queen
Blind to all your darkness, it would seem
Paint your palette white and true
Mirror, mirror, isn't you
Sticky fingers, pointing back are three
In the cauldron boils your bitter heart
Third eye plucked, you can not see your part,
Pedestals ride horses high;
Kettles black and your time's nigh
Janus, which one is your real facade?
Hexs cast in umbrage shed no light, ...
Blind to all your darkness, it would seem
Paint your palette white and true
Mirror, mirror, isn't you
Sticky fingers, pointing back are three
In the cauldron boils your bitter heart
Third eye plucked, you can not see your part,
Pedestals ride horses high;
Kettles black and your time's nigh
Janus, which one is your real facade?
Hexs cast in umbrage shed no light, ...
#love
#magic
#healing #curse
#healing #curse
83 reads
9 Comments
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 11:44am
10th Nov 2019 11:44am
tom{s}orrows
.........
i silently watch as raven shadows eclipse the sun clad day, stealing a fresh mornings every last ray from me.
the keeper to my grave of "used to be's" emerges, resurrecting lapsed times in my lamented mind
the residual of my soul and self cower amongst the crumbling walls of "once upon a time's"
wallpaper thin vulnerabilities; raw and exposed, pressed in the futile corners of unrelentless cold
upon my seat of briary thorns and shards of glass, " the many...
i silently watch as raven shadows eclipse the sun clad day, stealing a fresh mornings every last ray from me.
the keeper to my grave of "used to be's" emerges, resurrecting lapsed times in my lamented mind
the residual of my soul and self cower amongst the crumbling walls of "once upon a time's"
wallpaper thin vulnerabilities; raw and exposed, pressed in the futile corners of unrelentless cold
upon my seat of briary thorns and shards of glass, " the many...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#emptiness
#metaphor
120 reads
21 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
1st Nov 2019 4:38pm
1st Nov 2019 4:38pm
All Hallows' Even
#dark
#gothic
#evil
#scary
#monsters
130 reads
8 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
20th Oct 2019 3:58am
20th Oct 2019 3:58am
Just Once (Living River Of Hell)
The trouble with being a woman, Skeezix,
is being a little girl in the first place'
'If this is Hell, then Hell could not be much,
neither as special or as ugly as I was told.'
-Anne Sexton
I am diagnosed dragging on a Camel,
staring at the river, full of all the selves
of detachmemt from my actual one.
They used to be me as one self when I was
fused into the wall of my mother,
before I came here to this bridge.
I am deranging like the splitting haloes
of car headlights...
is being a little girl in the first place'
'If this is Hell, then Hell could not be much,
neither as special or as ugly as I was told.'
-Anne Sexton
I am diagnosed dragging on a Camel,
staring at the river, full of all the selves
of detachmemt from my actual one.
They used to be me as one self when I was
fused into the wall of my mother,
before I came here to this bridge.
I am deranging like the splitting haloes
of car headlights...
#dark
#death
#river
#memories
#AnneSexton
84 reads
17 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
18th Oct 2019 5:04pm
18th Oct 2019 5:04pm
Alone with Jack The Ripper
the devil is in the details
a writer is in their words
lately, I think the best writers are sociopaths
narcissistic egotistical bastards
my soul has opened to so many
just to be burned and manipulated
this is the virtual world
Jack the ripper would cream all over himself--
with so many victims of his lunacy just fingertips away
sometimes I look at all of your faces and think I'm not alone
then I look again and it's just me and Jack
playing the same game all these centuries later
a writer is in their words
lately, I think the best writers are sociopaths
narcissistic egotistical bastards
my soul has opened to so many
just to be burned and manipulated
this is the virtual world
Jack the ripper would cream all over himself--
with so many victims of his lunacy just fingertips away
sometimes I look at all of your faces and think I'm not alone
then I look again and it's just me and Jack
playing the same game all these centuries later
#dark
#evil
131 reads
18 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
5th Nov 2019 7:23pm
5th Nov 2019 7:23pm
Infinity Due
It has been a craggy road
While shouldering a heavy load
I typically just feel the weight
And I sense my hour grows late
I look back and rue the errors
And ponder how the future fairs
Is there light, or is it black?
An abyss, a widened crack
My dagger poised above my heart
But I cannot pierce my world apart
Let death slowly have its way
For now, my friend, I choose to stay.
While shouldering a heavy load
I typically just feel the weight
And I sense my hour grows late
I look back and rue the errors
And ponder how the future fairs
Is there light, or is it black?
An abyss, a widened crack
My dagger poised above my heart
But I cannot pierce my world apart
Let death slowly have its way
For now, my friend, I choose to stay.
#depression
#suicide
67 reads
15 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
30th Oct 2019 4:36pm
30th Oct 2019 4:36pm
Tales
And
dead men
tell no tales…
This is not true.
Returning as ghosts
they front the T.V News
telling a m a z i n g stories
which strangely people still believe
despite the much evidence
they are tales written by
the puppet-masters
who control them
from beyond
the grave-
yard.
dead men
tell no tales…
This is not true.
Returning as ghosts
they front the T.V News
telling a m a z i n g stories
which strangely people still believe
despite the much evidence
they are tales written by
the puppet-masters
who control them
from beyond
the grave-
yard.
#technology
#death
#graveyard
89 reads
16 Comments
Brando
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 7:13am
11th Nov 2019 7:13am
Jabberwocky blood in saucers
Look into her eyes and you will see what’s coming for you!”
She shuffles
She blinks
The sweat sliding down my back boils
She was coming for me
The hour of dear death was arriving
Greasy lightning balls and blood-soaked whips adorn her.
In pastel sadism, she stands so tall her bones crackle and skin ripples
New beast forming, green bile foam
Her wings spreading, her jaws anointed
The sloppy sting of her tongue
The cold detachment of her thighs
Castles crumble for thee
When the dawn comes, I will be scattered to the...
She shuffles
She blinks
The sweat sliding down my back boils
She was coming for me
The hour of dear death was arriving
Greasy lightning balls and blood-soaked whips adorn her.
In pastel sadism, she stands so tall her bones crackle and skin ripples
New beast forming, green bile foam
Her wings spreading, her jaws anointed
The sloppy sting of her tongue
The cold detachment of her thighs
Castles crumble for thee
When the dawn comes, I will be scattered to the...
#heartbroken
#death
#suffering
43 reads
8 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
1st Nov 2019 1:28am
1st Nov 2019 1:28am
The Double Image (Portraits)
I made you to find me'
'It doesn't matter if there are wars,
the business of life continues
unless you're the one that gets it'
-Anne Sexton
I went around in circles writing the empty vernacular,
writing it out in reams until it stood for something.
The dead heart followed along, musing me.
Why are the words so empty?
They echo, those words, rat-tat-tat and ka-ching
as the hills of my mother's bounty became flattened.
Each faint pulse of her heart, a wind of the ribbon ink,
and sentences...
'It doesn't matter if there are wars,
the business of life continues
unless you're the one that gets it'
-Anne Sexton
I went around in circles writing the empty vernacular,
writing it out in reams until it stood for something.
The dead heart followed along, musing me.
Why are the words so empty?
They echo, those words, rat-tat-tat and ka-ching
as the hills of my mother's bounty became flattened.
Each faint pulse of her heart, a wind of the ribbon ink,
and sentences...
#mother
#death
#suicide
#cancer
#AnneSexton
54 reads
8 Comments
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