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.
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
7th Sep 2018 1:46pm
7th Sep 2018 1:46pm
letters from the edge
#love
#heartbroken
#suicide
106 reads
26 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
1st Sep 2018 1:23pm
1st Sep 2018 1:23pm
tears of a dragon
the dark stare restlessly into my soul
looking for a way back...
there was no doorway or entrance in
it was locked out for a time
and it wept great tears of grief
the little girl in me...
its only friend,
has been that way since age one
when mamma checked out...
her mind gone... she talked fluent darkness
it's the first language I learned
and it protected me,
at the playground late at night
while Ted Bundy hunted
I stay undercover...
the dark doesn't hunt its own
we grew together...
looking for a way back...
there was no doorway or entrance in
it was locked out for a time
and it wept great tears of grief
the little girl in me...
its only friend,
has been that way since age one
when mamma checked out...
her mind gone... she talked fluent darkness
it's the first language I learned
and it protected me,
at the playground late at night
while Ted Bundy hunted
I stay undercover...
the dark doesn't hunt its own
we grew together...
#love
#dark
99 reads
16 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
14th Sep 2018 6:05pm
14th Sep 2018 6:05pm
Led Astray
He cultivates the country's fear
Chilled right to the heart
His entire rule and career
Grotesque right from the start
His towers loom in several lands
Architecture looking sweet
He would insist that each still stands
To make his profits complete
Now he lends his expertise
To how this country fares
But he stumbles to his knees
Beneath both scrutiny and glares
He feels the walls are crumbling in
An investigation underway
Let his questioning begin
And not let the focus stray.
Chilled right to the heart
His entire rule and career
Grotesque right from the start
His towers loom in several lands
Architecture looking sweet
He would insist that each still stands
To make his profits complete
Now he lends his expertise
To how this country fares
But he stumbles to his knees
Beneath both scrutiny and glares
He feels the walls are crumbling in
An investigation underway
Let his questioning begin
And not let the focus stray.
#corruption
#politics
#greed
47 reads
18 Comments
Medinda
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2018 2:42pm
2nd Sep 2018 2:42pm
Tool of My Destruction
Don't make the slipknot fit too tight
Hang it loose around my neck
And when the floor falls down
The rope will catch me quick
Before I even hit the ground
Will you save me from tomorrow
Can you release me from the sorrow
I think you can be my hero
And you can be my everything
Don't push the blade in all the way
Feel the heat from me, set free
As it covers you in crimson
This is where I want to be
Before I leave this prison
Can you protect me from the rage
Will you carve into...
Hang it loose around my neck
And when the floor falls down
The rope will catch me quick
Before I even hit the ground
Will you save me from tomorrow
Can you release me from the sorrow
I think you can be my hero
And you can be my everything
Don't push the blade in all the way
Feel the heat from me, set free
As it covers you in crimson
This is where I want to be
Before I leave this prison
Can you protect me from the rage
Will you carve into...
#death
#UnrequitedLove
55 reads
24 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
17th Sep 2018 8:49pm
17th Sep 2018 8:49pm
The Realm of Self
He takes a breath, then comes apart
Abandoning all hope of sleep
Just one beat of his crusted heart
Informs him there's not much to keep
He is still one to live alone
Hunkered down beside the door
Or waiting by his useless phone
With tears pooled on the bedroom floor
He takes a breath, goes up in smoke
Soon drifting over city lights
And he can't fail to sense the joke
Whispered beneath his solo flights
Then back in abject solitude
Resigned inside the realm of self
His written words remaining crude ...
Abandoning all hope of sleep
Just one beat of his crusted heart
Informs him there's not much to keep
He is still one to live alone
Hunkered down beside the door
Or waiting by his useless phone
With tears pooled on the bedroom floor
He takes a breath, goes up in smoke
Soon drifting over city lights
And he can't fail to sense the joke
Whispered beneath his solo flights
Then back in abject solitude
Resigned inside the realm of self
His written words remaining crude ...
#loneliness
36 reads
13 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
30th Aug 2018 00:47am
30th Aug 2018 00:47am
Bells
The bells are groaning in the mist
And I can only make a fist
Time is hardly on my side
My age an issue I can't hide
But I hear the chiming of my clock
Hear my lover and her knock
The reminder, yes, that I must rise
And view life with less jaundiced eyes
Bells tell me I must seize the day
And then enter the ongoing fray
Ignore the overtures of death
Fight them until my final breath.
And I can only make a fist
Time is hardly on my side
My age an issue I can't hide
But I hear the chiming of my clock
Hear my lover and her knock
The reminder, yes, that I must rise
And view life with less jaundiced eyes
Bells tell me I must seize the day
And then enter the ongoing fray
Ignore the overtures of death
Fight them until my final breath.
#aging
58 reads
14 Comments
Timagination543
Poem Published
5th Sep 2018 10:59pm
5th Sep 2018 10:59pm
Grief that weighs like a stone
A million times I've shed my tears
For still, her touch I miss.
Without her death, we could have lived
Unbridled in our bliss.
Our future lives were sold to grief,
I'm hostage now to pain.
That jocund voice no longer sings,
My pleas, I cry in vain.
My fingers arc with shaky hands
The letters on her stone.
I'm puzzled why we both exist
Dissected and alone.
For I, with time, shall never rest,
Nor ever feel complete.
Until that day at rapture's gate
When once again we meet.
For still, her touch I miss.
Without her death, we could have lived
Unbridled in our bliss.
Our future lives were sold to grief,
I'm hostage now to pain.
That jocund voice no longer sings,
My pleas, I cry in vain.
My fingers arc with shaky hands
The letters on her stone.
I'm puzzled why we both exist
Dissected and alone.
For I, with time, shall never rest,
Nor ever feel complete.
Until that day at rapture's gate
When once again we meet.
#death
52 reads
14 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
7th Sep 2018 10:50pm
7th Sep 2018 10:50pm
The Devil's Dominatrix
#dark
#erotic
#sexy
83 reads
12 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
24th Aug 2018 11:02pm
24th Aug 2018 11:02pm
Dr. X
The redoubtable Dr. X
An elder in gleaming white
Enthused about samples
New miracle drugs from Big Pharm
This test subject made aware
Possible benefits, countless side effects
Hot flashes, depression, dizziness
Blurred vision, tinnitus, suicidal impulses
All a matter of possible risks
And there's further advice
Caveats to the patient
Warnings to the wise:
Report shortage of breath
Take note of sudden death.
An elder in gleaming white
Enthused about samples
New miracle drugs from Big Pharm
This test subject made aware
Possible benefits, countless side effects
Hot flashes, depression, dizziness
Blurred vision, tinnitus, suicidal impulses
All a matter of possible risks
And there's further advice
Caveats to the patient
Warnings to the wise:
Report shortage of breath
Take note of sudden death.
#illness
58 reads
14 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
13th Sep 2018 00:37am
13th Sep 2018 00:37am
Beyond the Ken
He stumbles in the growing dark
The dropping curtain of the night
Admittedly, his fear is stark
Dreading what lies beyond his sight
He hears chanting in the hall
Words beyond this day and age
Some voices in a petty squall
Others fired by pure rage
The sound of phantoms in the air
And he is finally drawn
The unknown murmurs on the stair
Until the breaking dawn:
"We are those you cannot see
But we are always near
If you hold dread, then we are free
And nourished by your fear."
The dropping curtain of the night
Admittedly, his fear is stark
Dreading what lies beyond his sight
He hears chanting in the hall
Words beyond this day and age
Some voices in a petty squall
Others fired by pure rage
The sound of phantoms in the air
And he is finally drawn
The unknown murmurs on the stair
Until the breaking dawn:
"We are those you cannot see
But we are always near
If you hold dread, then we are free
And nourished by your fear."
#scary
51 reads
13 Comments
black_magik_gypsy
Poem Published
8th Sep 2018 9:46pm
8th Sep 2018 9:46pm
The Halo
O dearest halo,
The final toll from the bell
Let me hang on thee so well
Until my face grows white n pale
Take me far from this ol' hell
Grim Reaper, my dearest saviour
With you i know there is no greater
The stroke of midnight and no later
This cold death as thou must cater
Thus the noose becomes thine halo
In the low skies hangs my grey soul
Tis my last breath?, I'm afraid so
Sheltered in my new found grave hole
The final toll from the bell
Let me hang on thee so well
Until my face grows white n pale
Take me far from this ol' hell
Grim Reaper, my dearest saviour
With you i know there is no greater
The stroke of midnight and no later
This cold death as thou must cater
Thus the noose becomes thine halo
In the low skies hangs my grey soul
Tis my last breath?, I'm afraid so
Sheltered in my new found grave hole
#dark
#nightmares
52 reads
10 Comments
AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
11th Sep 2018 2:50pm
11th Sep 2018 2:50pm
Midnight blooming (Anonymously here and Aemelia564 collab)
Neon night arrives
Illuminating trees
Capsised clouds close in
Rust hangs in the skies
He has walked
Through half moons
Sinister compass
All in morose decay
He greets death's face
Almost as kin
Sole bearer
Of instinct truths
Trancient calling
A cry
Carved into
The back
Of his mouth
A name
Written within
He holds firm the darkness
A warm steadfast in pain
Crimson flowers bloom
From shadowy bystanders
Allured by his jaded...
Illuminating trees
Capsised clouds close in
Rust hangs in the skies
He has walked
Through half moons
Sinister compass
All in morose decay
He greets death's face
Almost as kin
Sole bearer
Of instinct truths
Trancient calling
A cry
Carved into
The back
Of his mouth
A name
Written within
He holds firm the darkness
A warm steadfast in pain
Crimson flowers bloom
From shadowy bystanders
Allured by his jaded...
#death
#earth
#shadows #spiritual
#shadows #spiritual
60 reads
14 Comments
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