Dark Poems by Members Last Online
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
Poems published by members most recently online.
LunasChild8
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 1:32am
19th Nov 2019 1:32am
Locked In
Do you remember who you were before you were told who to be?
I can’t remember the last time I was allowed to dream
Broken hearts and broken promises; I’ve lost track of each
This mocha leaves me feeling bitter when it should have been sweet.
When can I pick up the pieces of my fractured psyche?
You’ve got me fumbling in the dark like a rat in a maze
You’ve locked me in my own mind, and threw away the key
Yet everyone else brushes it off by saying “she’s going through a phase.”
Instead of being taught logic, I was told what to...
I can’t remember the last time I was allowed to dream
Broken hearts and broken promises; I’ve lost track of each
This mocha leaves me feeling bitter when it should have been sweet.
When can I pick up the pieces of my fractured psyche?
You’ve got me fumbling in the dark like a rat in a maze
You’ve locked me in my own mind, and threw away the key
Yet everyone else brushes it off by saying “she’s going through a phase.”
Instead of being taught logic, I was told what to...
#anger
#depression
#dark
#MentalHealth
#emptiness
757 reads
2 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
13th Nov 2023 4:06pm
13th Nov 2023 4:06pm
Deep Inside
Deep Inside
Tell me,
When you look at me
Do you see what I see?
Do you see the man that's actually me,
Or do you see what you want me to be?
Do you see the man who sometimes cries,
Cause he'll never think of himself as "handsome"?
Do you see the man who skips meals,
So he'll end up classified as "skinny"?
Or do you see the one that makes sure everyone else around him?
Is happy?
The one who'll give anything to see people smile
So they don't end up broken
Like he is?
It's like looking at...
Tell me,
When you look at me
Do you see what I see?
Do you see the man that's actually me,
Or do you see what you want me to be?
Do you see the man who sometimes cries,
Cause he'll never think of himself as "handsome"?
Do you see the man who skips meals,
So he'll end up classified as "skinny"?
Or do you see the one that makes sure everyone else around him?
Is happy?
The one who'll give anything to see people smile
So they don't end up broken
Like he is?
It's like looking at...
#SelfReflection
332 reads
9 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 2:03am
12th Dec 2024 2:03am
Delphic Depressions
Comingling with some foresight frets
I see a future of regrets
where the outcome is rarely good
if ever it is understood
that within a Pythian song
is all of that which could go wrong
when the hand of fate makes a fist
confirming it as nihilist
almost as if it were a god
committed to soul crushing fraud
where jubilation in our youth
decays into the painful truth
where things will seldom go our way,
even on the sunniest day,
since all the physics now in play...
are all, to death, a grand ballet.
I see a future of regrets
where the outcome is rarely good
if ever it is understood
that within a Pythian song
is all of that which could go wrong
when the hand of fate makes a fist
confirming it as nihilist
almost as if it were a god
committed to soul crushing fraud
where jubilation in our youth
decays into the painful truth
where things will seldom go our way,
even on the sunniest day,
since all the physics now in play...
are all, to death, a grand ballet.
#universe
148 reads
8 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 11:29am
5th Dec 2024 11:29am
Misspent
Strife is consistent through life and through trap
Where the eyes are insistent the misspent are scrap
Fragmented sorrow all measured in will
A lilt of endeavour to heighten the thrill
The spaces between us; we huddle, on cue
The faces that root us, all muddied and blue
The treasure, inflicted, by rust and decline
A tormented soul with a nick in their spine
Wandering lowly, wherefore does it scald
On the tip of the temple where sadness is mulled
Where the eyes are insistent the misspent are scrap
Fragmented sorrow all measured in will
A lilt of endeavour to heighten the thrill
The spaces between us; we huddle, on cue
The faces that root us, all muddied and blue
The treasure, inflicted, by rust and decline
A tormented soul with a nick in their spine
Wandering lowly, wherefore does it scald
On the tip of the temple where sadness is mulled
#dark
64 reads
0 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 11:15pm
31st Oct 2024 11:15pm
The Birth of a Scream
Lost.
Disoriented.
I mingle between terror
and nightmares.
Lurking creatures
with a lust to scare.
The dark growls,
yearning to be fed.
It gnaws on my fear
in my bone's core.
You become less
in your dark greed for more.
All the petrified, paralyzed hours.
Time groans, grabs and devours.
From the cold bottomless pit
of the abyss.
Can be heard
a real high pitch hiss.
A murderous cry it seems.
The birth of a scream.
Disoriented.
I mingle between terror
and nightmares.
Lurking creatures
with a lust to scare.
The dark growls,
yearning to be fed.
It gnaws on my fear
in my bone's core.
You become less
in your dark greed for more.
All the petrified, paralyzed hours.
Time groans, grabs and devours.
From the cold bottomless pit
of the abyss.
Can be heard
a real high pitch hiss.
A murderous cry it seems.
The birth of a scream.
#dark
#fear
#nightmares
156 reads
22 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 3:38pm
16th Nov 2024 3:38pm
Ghost in the deep forest
Early morning walk
A misty path
The river sleeping
The time i pass
The forest a legend
A book of past
An eerie aura
A spell was cast
The earth was mild
To stir the dust
I heard a whisper
A tune in the hush
Pan was hidden
A foggy ghost
The tune echoed
The sparkling moss
As the shine was peeping
flickering between the trunks
A first poetic chapter
in Nature's charm
A misty path
The river sleeping
The time i pass
The forest a legend
A book of past
An eerie aura
A spell was cast
The earth was mild
To stir the dust
I heard a whisper
A tune in the hush
Pan was hidden
A foggy ghost
The tune echoed
The sparkling moss
As the shine was peeping
flickering between the trunks
A first poetic chapter
in Nature's charm
#admiration
#emotions
#fairies
#ghosts
#motivational
72 reads
2 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2020 8:49pm
3rd Oct 2020 8:49pm
The Collector
carefully wrapped in paper,
he always gives his best;
tied up tight with fancy bows,
displayed with all the rest
the prettier the package,
the easier the prey;
girls are easily flattered,
by gazes that betray
he gifts them with his poison,
his words are silk and wine;
when heavy eyes glaze over,
he plucks them from the vine
he always gives his best;
tied up tight with fancy bows,
displayed with all the rest
the prettier the package,
the easier the prey;
girls are easily flattered,
by gazes that betray
he gifts them with his poison,
his words are silk and wine;
when heavy eyes glaze over,
he plucks them from the vine
#dark
#death
#evil
213 reads
16 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 5:28pm
21st Dec 2024 5:28pm
To Nathan
I think about you sometimes and
it’s all too clear you’re probably dead.
You weren’t an icon of stability
back when we used to speak,
your bald and elongated skull
reminding me of a criminal
my mother used to know
(not to use phrenology).
You wrote dark poetry
and were the reason why
the underground started to give
warnings of extreme themes.
If I was older then I might
have been more curious
and asked the pertinent questions,
less wrapped up in my own traumas.
I thought perhaps some scary man ...
it’s all too clear you’re probably dead.
You weren’t an icon of stability
back when we used to speak,
your bald and elongated skull
reminding me of a criminal
my mother used to know
(not to use phrenology).
You wrote dark poetry
and were the reason why
the underground started to give
warnings of extreme themes.
If I was older then I might
have been more curious
and asked the pertinent questions,
less wrapped up in my own traumas.
I thought perhaps some scary man ...
#abuse
#death
#friendship #memories
#friendship #memories
57 reads
2 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 5:07pm
26th Dec 2024 5:07pm
Spewing sin while toasting with the occult
he learned all the basics
doing autopsies
working with dead caterpillars
finding deep knowledge
further than skin
each bone
a sigillum
chaliced seals
specifications
mummified
varieties
of V and X
amphibians
come out
let each
glimmering ignition
behold
each sharpening point
stark scarless stars
navigate
twilights abode
humus humane
eros Venus
savant
i...
doing autopsies
working with dead caterpillars
finding deep knowledge
further than skin
each bone
a sigillum
chaliced seals
specifications
mummified
varieties
of V and X
amphibians
come out
let each
glimmering ignition
behold
each sharpening point
stark scarless stars
navigate
twilights abode
humus humane
eros Venus
savant
i...
#dark
#evil
65 reads
2 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 8:02am
16th Dec 2024 8:02am
May as Well be Dead
I can't remember how to smile
So many years of sadness
Piled upon loneliness
I think, a long time ago, some held me in warm arms
But I think it might just have been a fantasy
I hurt inside so hard I can't tell what is in pain
I think it might be my heart but I don't know
I don't remember what my heart felt like
Some distant echoes, a noise like a drum
But it has faded away beneath a sheet of white noise
The pain only goes away when I fall asleep
When i dream of shadows that surround me in screams
Life is only a gift when it feels...
So many years of sadness
Piled upon loneliness
I think, a long time ago, some held me in warm arms
But I think it might just have been a fantasy
I hurt inside so hard I can't tell what is in pain
I think it might be my heart but I don't know
I don't remember what my heart felt like
Some distant echoes, a noise like a drum
But it has faded away beneath a sheet of white noise
The pain only goes away when I fall asleep
When i dream of shadows that surround me in screams
Life is only a gift when it feels...
#anxiety
#dark
#death #depression
#death #depression
63 reads
3 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
19th May 2024 9:08pm
19th May 2024 9:08pm
Tonight
Tonight I want to be a prostitute
Go out with a client
Have a stupid conversation
And pay him
Just to feel bad that I am making my wallet skinny.
Tonight I want to fly to Rome
With a boring lady beside me
That does not shut her mouth on how she hates her husband
Tonight I want to loose my wallet
And feel ashamed in front of the waiter
Tonight I want to meet a serial killer
And fail to erect his dick
So that he kills me
Tonight I want to meet my fate
Piss on him
And ask her what on earth...
Go out with a client
Have a stupid conversation
And pay him
Just to feel bad that I am making my wallet skinny.
Tonight I want to fly to Rome
With a boring lady beside me
That does not shut her mouth on how she hates her husband
Tonight I want to loose my wallet
And feel ashamed in front of the waiter
Tonight I want to meet a serial killer
And fail to erect his dick
So that he kills me
Tonight I want to meet my fate
Piss on him
And ask her what on earth...
#confessional
93 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:04pm
Yesterday 2:04pm
10 Things you can do with his or her remains
1) Feed the homeless
2) Make wallets, belts
3) If they have beautiful hair, scalp them and make wigs to sell
4) Props for a horror film you create and self release
5) Leave parts in restaurant bathrooms, especially fast food joints
6) UPS to relatives for a visit
7) Watch em rot
8) Use their blood & organs to create a masterpiece of art
9) Pack them in suitcases and throw them on a Greyhound
10) Become a cannibal and eat them. Bring some relatives or friends over and tell them your creating this explosive, cuisine from somewhere in the world....
2) Make wallets, belts
3) If they have beautiful hair, scalp them and make wigs to sell
4) Props for a horror film you create and self release
5) Leave parts in restaurant bathrooms, especially fast food joints
6) UPS to relatives for a visit
7) Watch em rot
8) Use their blood & organs to create a masterpiece of art
9) Pack them in suitcases and throw them on a Greyhound
10) Become a cannibal and eat them. Bring some relatives or friends over and tell them your creating this explosive, cuisine from somewhere in the world....
#food
#horror
#murder
#satirical
#scary
47 reads
8 Comments
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