Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror - Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
Poetikmind
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Poem Published
13th Aug 2017 1:08am
13th Aug 2017 1:08am
Darkest Delights(collab with RedRose(Ambur)
If I were dark
not of light
would not the yearn
of blood ease my plight..?
Were it not for my decrepit
disease of evil pleasures
could the cost of innocence
ever be measured...?
Death is darkness
darkness is death.
The blood of the
innocence in my
path. Will this
nightmare end?
Will the warm blood
finally run cold?
Feel my disenchanted breath
kiss you empty of the flesh
spiny fingers crawl along
your innards 'pon first touch, ...
not of light
would not the yearn
of blood ease my plight..?
Were it not for my decrepit
disease of evil pleasures
could the cost of innocence
ever be measured...?
Death is darkness
darkness is death.
The blood of the
innocence in my
path. Will this
nightmare end?
Will the warm blood
finally run cold?
Feel my disenchanted breath
kiss you empty of the flesh
spiny fingers crawl along
your innards 'pon first touch, ...
70 reads
34 Comments
Taryn
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2017 3:06am
22nd Jul 2017 3:06am
...do the math
rounding it up, it would be
about two and three quarters of 100%
that would be the mathematical breakdown
of the effort which was placed
out of 365 opportunities...
actually no,
not "the" effort,
but "yours" as a whole, specifically
this may shock you
but I'm afraid I don't think
anyone I'm known to wrangle with
would classify that as being valiant
again I find it unfathomable
you pause and sit there baffled,
seriously asking such a ludicrous question;
you will never cease
to astound and amaze me ...
about two and three quarters of 100%
that would be the mathematical breakdown
of the effort which was placed
out of 365 opportunities...
actually no,
not "the" effort,
but "yours" as a whole, specifically
this may shock you
but I'm afraid I don't think
anyone I'm known to wrangle with
would classify that as being valiant
again I find it unfathomable
you pause and sit there baffled,
seriously asking such a ludicrous question;
you will never cease
to astound and amaze me ...
63 reads
26 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
30th Jul 2017 00:10am
30th Jul 2017 00:10am
Craven Raven Mad
Dump out all the peroxide
color my locks with wells of ink
black schwarzy nero noir
punctuate, make valid my pallid skin
Join me sprawled on a feather bed
plucked from a murder of crows
supple leather sheets drawn taut
dappled with pearly waxen flakes
Perk up your ears, dip deep your quill
such a tale to tell about my rancid heart
how much worse could it be in verse
enough, snuff all the tintinnabulation ...
color my locks with wells of ink
black schwarzy nero noir
punctuate, make valid my pallid skin
Join me sprawled on a feather bed
plucked from a murder of crows
supple leather sheets drawn taut
dappled with pearly waxen flakes
Perk up your ears, dip deep your quill
such a tale to tell about my rancid heart
how much worse could it be in verse
enough, snuff all the tintinnabulation ...
102 reads
26 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
18th Aug 2017 11:35pm
18th Aug 2017 11:35pm
a living abortion
67 reads
22 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
26th Jul 2017 5:58pm
26th Jul 2017 5:58pm
A Loss for Words
Bereft of fresh ideas
Fumbling to find amusement
A razor-sporting femme fatale
A merc of dead intent
Lascivious games and sudden shames
And countless shades of red
Or a little something for the head
Certain slants of subtlety
Arcane thoughts and complex plots
Solemn muses in a row
Still waiting for some guiding light
Some burst of reason and delight
Some concept I can truly use
So come on, babe, and light my fuse...
Fumbling to find amusement
A razor-sporting femme fatale
A merc of dead intent
Lascivious games and sudden shames
And countless shades of red
Or a little something for the head
Certain slants of subtlety
Arcane thoughts and complex plots
Solemn muses in a row
Still waiting for some guiding light
Some burst of reason and delight
Some concept I can truly use
So come on, babe, and light my fuse...
72 reads
17 Comments
FromTheAsh
Poem Published
11th Aug 2017 5:20pm
11th Aug 2017 5:20pm
the final words
idling in a used book store
on a cloudy summer day
I came across a text book
that had somehow been mislaid
placed between McCaffrey
and the one that came before
it caught my full attention
I picked it up and it fell open
as I sat upon the floor
inside a folded piece of paper
pressed between the sheets
stood up like a beacon
caught there in the crease
tell my mom I’m sorry
I can no longer bear the pain
this world grows too heavy
I can’t face another day
below was sketched an open hand ...
on a cloudy summer day
I came across a text book
that had somehow been mislaid
placed between McCaffrey
and the one that came before
it caught my full attention
I picked it up and it fell open
as I sat upon the floor
inside a folded piece of paper
pressed between the sheets
stood up like a beacon
caught there in the crease
tell my mom I’m sorry
I can no longer bear the pain
this world grows too heavy
I can’t face another day
below was sketched an open hand ...
65 reads
24 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2017 11:31pm
22nd Jul 2017 11:31pm
Offering
Pretty little perfect edging towards the lip
legs begin to quiver standing on the tip
Wanting to be more, maybe even less
till my bitty shadow dare not now confess
Secret hidden satchel, red Italian suede
keeps a giddy secret not to be betrayed
Shiny tiny blades almost whisper thin
slowly etch their mark on flawless ivory skin
Sweet and salty flow, rivulets now appear
trickle down my arm, wash away all fear
Temple drums are quiet, climax now subsides
with a small...
legs begin to quiver standing on the tip
Wanting to be more, maybe even less
till my bitty shadow dare not now confess
Secret hidden satchel, red Italian suede
keeps a giddy secret not to be betrayed
Shiny tiny blades almost whisper thin
slowly etch their mark on flawless ivory skin
Sweet and salty flow, rivulets now appear
trickle down my arm, wash away all fear
Temple drums are quiet, climax now subsides
with a small...
117 reads
15 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
12th Aug 2017 8:27pm
12th Aug 2017 8:27pm
Death’s Dream
Last night, I died in my dream
I wouldn’t class it as a nightmare
Given the subject matter it was calm
I walked down a very dimly lit hallway
Deep purple velvet flocked wall paper
Brass wall lights flickering like candles
The dark swirl patterned carpet was
Like walking slow motion in treacle
The ceiling moved like dark storm clouds
Black a grey with random flashes of red
I could hear children crying and sobbing
As if it was a choral symphony of misery
I still walked slowly but I was unafraid
A door appeared at the...
I wouldn’t class it as a nightmare
Given the subject matter it was calm
I walked down a very dimly lit hallway
Deep purple velvet flocked wall paper
Brass wall lights flickering like candles
The dark swirl patterned carpet was
Like walking slow motion in treacle
The ceiling moved like dark storm clouds
Black a grey with random flashes of red
I could hear children crying and sobbing
As if it was a choral symphony of misery
I still walked slowly but I was unafraid
A door appeared at the...
57 reads
21 Comments
FromTheAsh
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2017 1:31pm
3rd Aug 2017 1:31pm
on the edge of a blade
staked to the wall
stretched 'neath scorching rays
razor edges of burning sun
too piercing and sharp
for her moon-blessed blood
as agony trickles from her tortured flesh
a steady drip, drip
to pool upon cold stone
far below dangling dirty feet
ragged and bloody from running
across jagged coastline in futile flight
there she hangs against cold and grey
captive before his weighing gaze
and he holds the gleaming dagger
reflecting blinding rays
rendering briefly loss of sight
but her eyes are defiant ...
stretched 'neath scorching rays
razor edges of burning sun
too piercing and sharp
for her moon-blessed blood
as agony trickles from her tortured flesh
a steady drip, drip
to pool upon cold stone
far below dangling dirty feet
ragged and bloody from running
across jagged coastline in futile flight
there she hangs against cold and grey
captive before his weighing gaze
and he holds the gleaming dagger
reflecting blinding rays
rendering briefly loss of sight
but her eyes are defiant ...
69 reads
18 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
30th Jul 2017 00:56am
30th Jul 2017 00:56am
Cyanide
death poetry
delusional in nature
poured out on a twisted wavelength
it hurts as it flows
like a virgin cherry popped
as crimson blooms
the lock on my chastity belt picked
enters the dead & wanting
with gentle force
they hunger
& must be fed
i their virgin whore
pale of face
pallid of strength
gasps a breath from blue lips
& exhales stars
they light the dark
so that shiny eyes may see
what has been...
delusional in nature
poured out on a twisted wavelength
it hurts as it flows
like a virgin cherry popped
as crimson blooms
the lock on my chastity belt picked
enters the dead & wanting
with gentle force
they hunger
& must be fed
i their virgin whore
pale of face
pallid of strength
gasps a breath from blue lips
& exhales stars
they light the dark
so that shiny eyes may see
what has been...
95 reads
16 Comments
GlassEmerald
Poem Published
14th Aug 2017 6:36pm
14th Aug 2017 6:36pm
Rectifying
epitaph underwater, the
ore rectifying alter vows,
solitary periscopes, a hallway
with emeralds made of glass (the
capricious an archaeological
unconstrained to the science
of the sun) but the rain, a jukebox
breathless quatervois, furthermore
each chapter
elevating blood because my charcoal eyes are
graves without you, although shiver and
begin my healing
- G
ore rectifying alter vows,
solitary periscopes, a hallway
with emeralds made of glass (the
capricious an archaeological
unconstrained to the science
of the sun) but the rain, a jukebox
breathless quatervois, furthermore
each chapter
elevating blood because my charcoal eyes are
graves without you, although shiver and
begin my healing
- G
48 reads
14 Comments
Poetikmind
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Poem Published
30th Jul 2017 11:36am
30th Jul 2017 11:36am
'Swallow the Yellow Brick Road'
Life,
what a 'drag-on'
sentence...
for the few have got
far more have not
what's the goin'
rate for penance?
That membranophone
in the shell's home
stricken far off key
but that's more oft
the outcome when
feelin' alone...
Decadent descent
Drizzlin' deliberately
with dazzlin' intent
to reconvene in solitude's
cavernous tent...
Life, a fuckfest for
the foolish, seekin'
simply the embrace
of sole content...
what a 'drag-on'
sentence...
for the few have got
far more have not
what's the goin'
rate for penance?
That membranophone
in the shell's home
stricken far off key
but that's more oft
the outcome when
feelin' alone...
Decadent descent
Drizzlin' deliberately
with dazzlin' intent
to reconvene in solitude's
cavernous tent...
Life, a fuckfest for
the foolish, seekin'
simply the embrace
of sole content...
72 reads
15 Comments
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