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.
Mamas Don't
Text
Mama, please don’t leave
Daddy is having a hard time.
He said he can’t look at me
He cries all the time
Text
Mamas don’t usually go
You left me here, just me
Daddy is so angry
I just don’t understand this though
Text
Mama, Why don’t you come home?
Daddy has been gone
He leaves me here a lot on my own
I didn’t ask to be alone
Mama's Text
Baby girl, I’m sorry to say
I didn’t want to tell you when I left that day
I set your...
Mama, please don’t leave
Daddy is having a hard time.
He said he can’t look at me
He cries all the time
Text
Mamas don’t usually go
You left me here, just me
Daddy is so angry
I just don’t understand this though
Text
Mama, Why don’t you come home?
Daddy has been gone
He leaves me here a lot on my own
I didn’t ask to be alone
Mama's Text
Baby girl, I’m sorry to say
I didn’t want to tell you when I left that day
I set your...
#despair
#grief
#heartbroken
166 reads
24 Comments
My BPD Mother
Her truth is sickness
Shame transference her specialty
A harness
A wild fire
Taking over like darkness takes over twilight
Unpredictable
Volatile
There was no harmony
Only the jagged strings of a demon symphony
Plucking my heartstrings
Chord by chord
Unraveling my sanity
Confusion a constant entity
Night terrors reflecting daymares
My screams reflected
In her coal black stare
I kept my head low
My heart wounded
My neglect a secret
I am the abortion she didn’t have
The toy discarded...
Shame transference her specialty
A harness
A wild fire
Taking over like darkness takes over twilight
Unpredictable
Volatile
There was no harmony
Only the jagged strings of a demon symphony
Plucking my heartstrings
Chord by chord
Unraveling my sanity
Confusion a constant entity
Night terrors reflecting daymares
My screams reflected
In her coal black stare
I kept my head low
My heart wounded
My neglect a secret
I am the abortion she didn’t have
The toy discarded...
#dark
#MentalHealth
#mother
#PTSD
#strength
149 reads
6 Comments
letter to a narcissist
I was never a spy
in your house of love
rather here
in this room
called death
you are my martyr
I am his concubine
eros still rattles
our broken bones
entwined
dancing towards
the music of his
knuckles
in blackened blues
we mime our love
transforming
our blistering aches
yet we know not
their history
if we closed our eyes
how then can pain
ask for forgiveness
trauma hangs upon...
in your house of love
rather here
in this room
called death
you are my martyr
I am his concubine
eros still rattles
our broken bones
entwined
dancing towards
the music of his
knuckles
in blackened blues
we mime our love
transforming
our blistering aches
yet we know not
their history
if we closed our eyes
how then can pain
ask for forgiveness
trauma hangs upon...
#shadows
135 reads
14 Comments
Beware!!
Isolated house far from reach
Prophecy, torture and death unleashed
Life behind these walls
Demented voices call
Blood is all you crave
Mentally deranged & insane
Bodies hang from meat-hooks
Human flesh peeled and cooked
House by the cemetery
Basement is a mortuary
Walk among the tombstones
Rotting flesh, decaying bones
Some buried alive
No one hears their cries
Maggots pour in eating your flesh
A slow agonizing death
Insane family pray for their souls
Funeral’s over, the casket’s closed
Another...
Prophecy, torture and death unleashed
Life behind these walls
Demented voices call
Blood is all you crave
Mentally deranged & insane
Bodies hang from meat-hooks
Human flesh peeled and cooked
House by the cemetery
Basement is a mortuary
Walk among the tombstones
Rotting flesh, decaying bones
Some buried alive
No one hears their cries
Maggots pour in eating your flesh
A slow agonizing death
Insane family pray for their souls
Funeral’s over, the casket’s closed
Another...
#dark
#death
#evil
#horror
#rhyming
70 reads
26 Comments
Just around the corner
The car crash
The bodies inside making silent history
The girl
Her head smashed into the steering wheel
Her beautiful face
Her skull
Her forehead caved in and purple
The woman next to her
Her body
Her gentle eyes filled with glass
Her unborn child, twisted inside, neck broken, back broken, small mouth open, full of black congealed blood
The five year old boy in the back seat
Neck broken, legs wrapped around each other, broken several times
His little arms wrapped around himself as if he was freezing
Nothing moves
The...
The bodies inside making silent history
The girl
Her head smashed into the steering wheel
Her beautiful face
Her skull
Her forehead caved in and purple
The woman next to her
Her body
Her gentle eyes filled with glass
Her unborn child, twisted inside, neck broken, back broken, small mouth open, full of black congealed blood
The five year old boy in the back seat
Neck broken, legs wrapped around each other, broken several times
His little arms wrapped around himself as if he was freezing
Nothing moves
The...
#cars
#children
#death
#horror
#LifeStruggles
117 reads
20 Comments
I was told that I'm a criminal
I have a criminal mind
I have a criminal need
I have a criminal dependency
I need others to exist
I need a little help from my friends
I get help all the time from the strangest places
Every suicide
Every plane crash, car accident, overdose etc..
Everything helps me
I'm getting stronger every day
I'm feeling better about myself all the time
Before the medication my doctor put me on,
The person I cared about was myself
Now I see that others matter
Now I see things a lot differently
I think I'm growing inside
I was...
I have a criminal need
I have a criminal dependency
I need others to exist
I need a little help from my friends
I get help all the time from the strangest places
Every suicide
Every plane crash, car accident, overdose etc..
Everything helps me
I'm getting stronger every day
I'm feeling better about myself all the time
Before the medication my doctor put me on,
The person I cared about was myself
Now I see that others matter
Now I see things a lot differently
I think I'm growing inside
I was...
#dark
#healing
#identity
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
95 reads
18 Comments
on the first train home
I was reading a dead man`s newspaper
through the ink I read his spirit walking highways lost
life lines carving into the space of my warm palms
these words as eyes were tundras formed
from emptiness escaping
as his heart sank deeper against my skin
mummified bog bodies
were quoting
their whispered poetry
swallowed intricate
carbon mouths
reminded me of hope
all things human
intertwined within
from this space ...
through the ink I read his spirit walking highways lost
life lines carving into the space of my warm palms
these words as eyes were tundras formed
from emptiness escaping
as his heart sank deeper against my skin
mummified bog bodies
were quoting
their whispered poetry
swallowed intricate
carbon mouths
reminded me of hope
all things human
intertwined within
from this space ...
#WritingPoetry
123 reads
12 Comments
2USV
I'd love to know, I really would,
how we might real time chart
the current popularity of a word.
Then correlate that data
with an online national database
of psychological definitions...
all to determine where OUR..."culture"
is heading with its intent.
Sure, we INDIDVIDUALY extrapolate
what we can...
from a whirlwind of headlines
that now have me believing...
that we are a nation of teenage bullies.
#Hashtag #Keyword #Search...
#EDIFICATION
Or do we just not give a...
how we might real time chart
the current popularity of a word.
Then correlate that data
with an online national database
of psychological definitions...
all to determine where OUR..."culture"
is heading with its intent.
Sure, we INDIDVIDUALY extrapolate
what we can...
from a whirlwind of headlines
that now have me believing...
that we are a nation of teenage bullies.
#Hashtag #Keyword #Search...
#EDIFICATION
Or do we just not give a...
#HumanRights
#oppression
127 reads
14 Comments
Cotton Candy Friendship
Sugar spun madness
Slowly spoon fed with a smile
I’m allergic to your compliments
I’ve been eye-spying
Your generosity
Since the day we met
Baby, the price for your friendship
Is no longer in my budget
I think I’d like to go back
To being broke
Slowly spoon fed with a smile
I’m allergic to your compliments
I’ve been eye-spying
Your generosity
Since the day we met
Baby, the price for your friendship
Is no longer in my budget
I think I’d like to go back
To being broke
#betrayal
#dark
#deception
#friendship
#lover
171 reads
8 Comments
Fire Dancer
Fire dancer, necromancer
come now death unto my interlude
now sojourning, the fields are burning
taste the breath of my solitude
Naysayer, demon slayer
avert your eyes of harvest guilt
for it is said, the blind lead the dead
to the edge of the flower’s wilt
Cut the skin to bleed again
even a carcass bears its scars
so cast thy runes to cryptic tunes
to wash away the light of stars
Wade the river to deliver
a price now given for the keep
I am at peace for now I cease
the soul forever yours to reap ...
come now death unto my interlude
now sojourning, the fields are burning
taste the breath of my solitude
Naysayer, demon slayer
avert your eyes of harvest guilt
for it is said, the blind lead the dead
to the edge of the flower’s wilt
Cut the skin to bleed again
even a carcass bears its scars
so cast thy runes to cryptic tunes
to wash away the light of stars
Wade the river to deliver
a price now given for the keep
I am at peace for now I cease
the soul forever yours to reap ...
#dark
18 reads
5 Comments
Before it's too late

#abuse
#betrayal
#DomesticViolence
#lies
#relationships
78 reads
14 Comments
Shadows Fall

#dark
103 reads
13 Comments
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