Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror - Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
12th Oct 2017 7:02am
12th Oct 2017 7:02am
Owned My Dark Lord
my Darkest Lord
I hearken you
deep inside my tightness greed
feed me!
feed me!
I conjure you on this blackest night
i'm hungry for your thickened feast
ravage me without mercy
i've been an unfaithful bitch
my inner walls
bleed crimson
within...
I hearken you
deep inside my tightness greed
feed me!
feed me!
I conjure you on this blackest night
i'm hungry for your thickened feast
ravage me without mercy
i've been an unfaithful bitch
my inner walls
bleed crimson
within...
108 reads
29 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
20th Sep 2017 9:52pm
20th Sep 2017 9:52pm
rejects
hallowed be my shame
in the halls of my grief
i am but a leper cast out
as i die a little more inside
my insanity grows
different faces for each new day
& i hide in the barren lands
my voice is tainted
it comes from a place of pain
it slices me
serves up the bitter truth raw
no place to hide
from the pen's reflection
there are no filters
no masks
a soul slipping sideways
is revealed
grim is the way
of my...
in the halls of my grief
i am but a leper cast out
as i die a little more inside
my insanity grows
different faces for each new day
& i hide in the barren lands
my voice is tainted
it comes from a place of pain
it slices me
serves up the bitter truth raw
no place to hide
from the pen's reflection
there are no filters
no masks
a soul slipping sideways
is revealed
grim is the way
of my...
119 reads
22 Comments
Poetikmind
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Poem Published
29th Sep 2017 12:20pm
29th Sep 2017 12:20pm
The Lost Poets Series: Gwendolyn Brooks: The Mother
Abortions will not let you forget.
You remember the children
you got that you did not get
The damp small pulps with a
little or no hair, the singers
and workers that never handled
air.
You will never neglect or beat
them, or silence or buy with a sweet.
You will never wind up the sucking
thumb or scuttle off ghosts that
come.
You will never leave them, controlling
your luscious sigh, return for a snack
of them with gobbling mother-eye.
I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed
children....
You remember the children
you got that you did not get
The damp small pulps with a
little or no hair, the singers
and workers that never handled
air.
You will never neglect or beat
them, or silence or buy with a sweet.
You will never wind up the sucking
thumb or scuttle off ghosts that
come.
You will never leave them, controlling
your luscious sigh, return for a snack
of them with gobbling mother-eye.
I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed
children....
68 reads
20 Comments
Poetikmind
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Poem Published
6th Oct 2017 6:06pm
6th Oct 2017 6:06pm
A 'Call to Harms...'
This...
Is exactly the way it starts
those nagging voices,
choking
out the light...
Haggard shadows,
stagger ominously,
a blood soaked
trail...
along thoughts might...
He cries futile promises
to the angels...
beg mercy,
lest it falls silent...
alarm
As so it goes, this path
to darkly bitter destruction
battering it's rancid reign
to do all in it's wake
ultimate harm...
*note: A piece I wrote awhile back
decided to post, because it's that
time of year lol...
Is exactly the way it starts
those nagging voices,
choking
out the light...
Haggard shadows,
stagger ominously,
a blood soaked
trail...
along thoughts might...
He cries futile promises
to the angels...
beg mercy,
lest it falls silent...
alarm
As so it goes, this path
to darkly bitter destruction
battering it's rancid reign
to do all in it's wake
ultimate harm...
*note: A piece I wrote awhile back
decided to post, because it's that
time of year lol...
105 reads
20 Comments
yourtruth
Poem Published
25th Sep 2017 3:32pm
25th Sep 2017 3:32pm
#Five Hail Marys and Exhale
Your'e like a nightmare about plastic,
That just doesn't go away
Why won't you just go away?
Live your true intentions instead of
falsifying them
You've turned into a breed of misery
That just doesn't go away
Why won't you just go away?
Live your true intentions instead of
falsifying them
You've turned into a breed of misery
72 reads
15 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
29th Sep 2017 2:00am
29th Sep 2017 2:00am
One Cut
One cut
One cut speaks what I can't say
One cut heals what can't be healed
One cut fills me with a feeling
One cut drains whatever's building
One cut apologizes a hundred times
One cut forgives it afterwards
One cut teaches me a lesson
One cut holds a better grudge than me
One cut reminds me of my ignorance
One cut distracts me when I need it
One cut never dissapoints me
One cut redifines disappointing
One cut revisits me in the valleys
One cut walks me to the peak
One cut fuels my broken body
One...
One cut speaks what I can't say
One cut heals what can't be healed
One cut fills me with a feeling
One cut drains whatever's building
One cut apologizes a hundred times
One cut forgives it afterwards
One cut teaches me a lesson
One cut holds a better grudge than me
One cut reminds me of my ignorance
One cut distracts me when I need it
One cut never dissapoints me
One cut redifines disappointing
One cut revisits me in the valleys
One cut walks me to the peak
One cut fuels my broken body
One...
111 reads
17 Comments
MisanthropicShynes
Poem Published
28th Sep 2017 5:58am
28th Sep 2017 5:58am
Lady At The Gates
There she stands at her sanctuary
She fought so hard to get here
So many perils on the way
But she always had no fear
She was told she'd never make it
Running through the woods
Straying away from her flock
Away from all the fools
A spell is cast on her feeble flesh
She escapes the realm of sheep
She had no money and no food
Now she is her own to keep
Broken from the chains of herds
She feels her body crumble
No more use for fleshy forms
Living lights of energy so humble
Sweet freedom of the stone tower
A...
She fought so hard to get here
So many perils on the way
But she always had no fear
She was told she'd never make it
Running through the woods
Straying away from her flock
Away from all the fools
A spell is cast on her feeble flesh
She escapes the realm of sheep
She had no money and no food
Now she is her own to keep
Broken from the chains of herds
She feels her body crumble
No more use for fleshy forms
Living lights of energy so humble
Sweet freedom of the stone tower
A...
100 reads
16 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
10th Oct 2017 2:13am
10th Oct 2017 2:13am
Know Me?
Does anyone
Ever truly
Know the
Mind of
A friend?
My friend
Thought
She did
So I cut
Off her head
Just to
Prove her
Wrong
Realising that
My proof was
Invalid because
She was dead
And I had
Proved
Nothing
So I took
Two friends
And in front
Of one I cut
The other
One’s head
Off in front
Of them
Three friends
Without heads
Now don’t
Even know
Their own
Winds
Ever truly
Know the
Mind of
A friend?
My friend
Thought
She did
So I cut
Off her head
Just to
Prove her
Wrong
Realising that
My proof was
Invalid because
She was dead
And I had
Proved
Nothing
So I took
Two friends
And in front
Of one I cut
The other
One’s head
Off in front
Of them
Three friends
Without heads
Now don’t
Even know
Their own
Winds
91 reads
19 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
20th Sep 2017 3:16pm
20th Sep 2017 3:16pm
The Voice - - - - Inspired by FromtheAsh
97 reads
16 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
17th Sep 2017 9:42pm
17th Sep 2017 9:42pm
Sparrows Wings - - - Inspired by Crimsin
My heart beats
Like fluttering wings
This is the fear
The daily terror
Tomorrow waits
Like a vulture
A hooded crow
Waits for me
He wants to take me
To the darkest of places
He wants to increase my pain
He tells me things
The drugs won’t work
The infection will return
You are going to die
His squawks a laugh
This is no laughing matter
Each new day
Could be the same
Or could be so much worse
Sometimes I pray
Not to wake up
I am in flight
With the wings of an eagle
Every mile I...
Like fluttering wings
This is the fear
The daily terror
Tomorrow waits
Like a vulture
A hooded crow
Waits for me
He wants to take me
To the darkest of places
He wants to increase my pain
He tells me things
The drugs won’t work
The infection will return
You are going to die
His squawks a laugh
This is no laughing matter
Each new day
Could be the same
Or could be so much worse
Sometimes I pray
Not to wake up
I am in flight
With the wings of an eagle
Every mile I...
58 reads
15 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
14th Oct 2017 7:16pm
14th Oct 2017 7:16pm
Last Night I got Wood
Last night I had the strangest dream
I was sitting in my wheelchair
In the middle of a dark forest
It’s such a different place in the dark
The sounds are different
The sound of breaking twigs
I now notice as a wee bit creepy
As is the sounds of the wildlife
There is no light pollution
The stars in the sky are brilliant
I feel a power emanating from them
And I bask in their magnificence
I hear the sound of an aerosol spray
And bit by bit the stars are painted over
The sky is now black and cold
I hear and...
I was sitting in my wheelchair
In the middle of a dark forest
It’s such a different place in the dark
The sounds are different
The sound of breaking twigs
I now notice as a wee bit creepy
As is the sounds of the wildlife
There is no light pollution
The stars in the sky are brilliant
I feel a power emanating from them
And I bask in their magnificence
I hear the sound of an aerosol spray
And bit by bit the stars are painted over
The sky is now black and cold
I hear and...
52 reads
14 Comments
GlassEmerald
Poem Published
7th Oct 2017 11:21pm
7th Oct 2017 11:21pm
Cinder dawn emphasis (the culprit of anxiety)
ensue cinder( the ferocity during our
conclusions probe oscillates) piquant indigo precious
ethics, however, you are tangible
vital to cripple defiance
bigotry sympathies curable
deficiency culprits
that my wardrobe is filled with Autumn,
your intellectual whispers with Hebrew
echoing through my delicate ears
future predicament
exemption incarcerations "I've never rested but somehow I am a calm shore with you"
coffee intake and passionate touches while in your car
everything is refreshing glass eyed
and indulge of my youth...
conclusions probe oscillates) piquant indigo precious
ethics, however, you are tangible
vital to cripple defiance
bigotry sympathies curable
deficiency culprits
that my wardrobe is filled with Autumn,
your intellectual whispers with Hebrew
echoing through my delicate ears
future predicament
exemption incarcerations "I've never rested but somehow I am a calm shore with you"
coffee intake and passionate touches while in your car
everything is refreshing glass eyed
and indulge of my youth...
57 reads
11 Comments
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