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.
lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Craic-Dealer
Poem Published
25th Jun 2015 00:11am
25th Jun 2015 00:11am
another attempt at a Triolet
and there is nothing set in stone
like trauma chiseled on a face
lacquered with blood and crushed bone
and there is nothing set in stone
like trespass of a special place
and there is nothing set in stone
like trauma chiseled on a face
..
like trauma chiseled on a face
lacquered with blood and crushed bone
and there is nothing set in stone
like trespass of a special place
and there is nothing set in stone
like trauma chiseled on a face
..
1131 reads
29 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
24th Feb 2022 10:12pm
24th Feb 2022 10:12pm
the (un)great(ful) reset
screams
still the night
tears locked
unlatch
hopeless with the night
terror trenched
with the thistle
scars bleeding out
in real time we are
the ruins
the rumble in the distance
our demise
still the night
tears locked
unlatch
hopeless with the night
terror trenched
with the thistle
scars bleeding out
in real time we are
the ruins
the rumble in the distance
our demise
#sadness
#hate
#war
218 reads
8 Comments
abetterstart
Poem Published
11th Sep 2022 5:47am
11th Sep 2022 5:47am
bruises
no help,
no kisses,
apprehension
waiting,
moving on
is not so easy,
i loved
steady
and strong,
but neglect
had such
an enchanting
character,
lost love
blooming
too late,
the friendship
that
once breathed
life,
our forgiveness
has
now faded
into brutal
contempt
no kisses,
apprehension
waiting,
moving on
is not so easy,
i loved
steady
and strong,
but neglect
had such
an enchanting
character,
lost love
blooming
too late,
the friendship
that
once breathed
life,
our forgiveness
has
now faded
into brutal
contempt
#sadness
#anger
#hate
#frustration
#disappointment
167 reads
7 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
6th Apr 2022 9:37pm
6th Apr 2022 9:37pm
The Grass is Too High
Those people know how to hide
they know where to sit
what to do, what to say
how to smile, how to hug
slide in and out
so good, so helpful
so nice...
those people they know
which ones are the weakest.
they know where to sit
what to do, what to say
how to smile, how to hug
slide in and out
so good, so helpful
so nice...
those people they know
which ones are the weakest.
#dark
113 reads
2 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
19th Nov 2022 12:32pm
19th Nov 2022 12:32pm
Shot By His Own Plagiarist Gun
vizmoz
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
93 reads
11 Comments
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
17th Nov 2022 2:48pm
17th Nov 2022 2:48pm
MY FRIEND AND THE GHOST
My friend of good and bad days
Disappeared in a misunderstanding
I will see you again one day
you took my sunshine
It's eternal night
By becoming a ghost
Will you reappear this fall
So many years spent together
Much more unreal than real
But always been nice
Then nothing overnight
Why this silence
Who brings me bad luck
My life turns to darkness
A little more every day
My beautiful smile
Came to die
Day has turned to night
Nothing excites me anymore
I'm dying
There's nothing left in my heart ...
Disappeared in a misunderstanding
I will see you again one day
you took my sunshine
It's eternal night
By becoming a ghost
Will you reappear this fall
So many years spent together
Much more unreal than real
But always been nice
Then nothing overnight
Why this silence
Who brings me bad luck
My life turns to darkness
A little more every day
My beautiful smile
Came to die
Day has turned to night
Nothing excites me anymore
I'm dying
There's nothing left in my heart ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#despair
60 reads
0 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
8th Oct 2022 6:12pm
8th Oct 2022 6:12pm
Rew & Prue
I shall dig you up, my Mother,
then lay my body on your bones
and we shall meld with one another
Mother, we shall birth a clone.
My brain's indeed enough for two
your memories are intact
we shall twin again be Rew and Prue
to regain that which we lack.
So lie still Mother, lie easy,
please do not torment me so
although I feel a little queasy
I've not much further to go.
then lay my body on your bones
and we shall meld with one another
Mother, we shall birth a clone.
My brain's indeed enough for two
your memories are intact
we shall twin again be Rew and Prue
to regain that which we lack.
So lie still Mother, lie easy,
please do not torment me so
although I feel a little queasy
I've not much further to go.
#graveyard
81 reads
4 Comments
olivia
oliviaaah
oliviaaah
Poem Published
31st Oct 2022 3:54pm
31st Oct 2022 3:54pm
Halloween
The power went out,
the roads are closed by
the storm, the moon is
hidden in the dark clouds,
the road looks terrible,
and the dry leaves blowing
in the wind make the heart
beat faster,the black cat n
it's blue eyes are staring at us,
we have to deal with the
owl making a scary sound,
the naked body
witch walking on the
opposite foot is coming
towards us, suddenly the
herd of dogs barking n sprinting
towards us, starts splitting
our clothes It starts biting us
and starts dragging us on...
the roads are closed by
the storm, the moon is
hidden in the dark clouds,
the road looks terrible,
and the dry leaves blowing
in the wind make the heart
beat faster,the black cat n
it's blue eyes are staring at us,
we have to deal with the
owl making a scary sound,
the naked body
witch walking on the
opposite foot is coming
towards us, suddenly the
herd of dogs barking n sprinting
towards us, starts splitting
our clothes It starts biting us
and starts dragging us on...
#Halloween
#horror
115 reads
14 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 4:21am
6th Aug 2022 4:21am
Heart
There’s blood
Dripping
Off the veins
About my aorta,
As though
She’d just
Ripped it out
Last Thursday.
Dripping
Off the veins
About my aorta,
As though
She’d just
Ripped it out
Last Thursday.
#hurt
197 reads
Baldwin
Poem Published
19th Apr 2022 1:11pm
19th Apr 2022 1:11pm
Calvary
Now as my wounds allow
hot blood to drain into my eyes
and then along the reach and span
of my suspended body’s length and limbs,
and as I find it more and more impossible
without spiked agony
searing through my wrists and feet
to lift myself, as needs must be,
if I’m to fill my ragged lungs with breath,
I’m on the verge of being pieced and breached
again
by harrowing despair
that surges in the depths of me
upon the sudden dawning of unbidden thoughts
that I’m no longer, if I ever was,
anointed for a heavened...
hot blood to drain into my eyes
and then along the reach and span
of my suspended body’s length and limbs,
and as I find it more and more impossible
without spiked agony
searing through my wrists and feet
to lift myself, as needs must be,
if I’m to fill my ragged lungs with breath,
I’m on the verge of being pieced and breached
again
by harrowing despair
that surges in the depths of me
upon the sudden dawning of unbidden thoughts
that I’m no longer, if I ever was,
anointed for a heavened...
#grief
162 reads
4 Comments
dfwtinman
Poem Published
27th Jan 2014 4:40am
27th Jan 2014 4:40am
Conviction's Closet
Each night, my intercessions ended
with the prayer that night, itself, would not.
Devotions discharged, I'd dive into
my mateless twin bed, above which hung
a fading portrait of Cassiel,
Archangel of solitude and tears.
Unwarmed by winter's sallow sun,
frost still clung to my bedside window.
Night slowly surrendered its shadows.
Exhaust-colored ice formed and reformed.
When I think of my Ohio home,
I think of Legos and Lincoln Logs
littering the floor of my closet, ...
with the prayer that night, itself, would not.
Devotions discharged, I'd dive into
my mateless twin bed, above which hung
a fading portrait of Cassiel,
Archangel of solitude and tears.
Unwarmed by winter's sallow sun,
frost still clung to my bedside window.
Night slowly surrendered its shadows.
Exhaust-colored ice formed and reformed.
When I think of my Ohio home,
I think of Legos and Lincoln Logs
littering the floor of my closet, ...
614 reads
5 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
30th Oct 2022 2:13am
30th Oct 2022 2:13am
evil, disturbing, sinister or morbid
When she came to me
She said she was falling through the cracks
Do you want to be saved or pushed I asked
She looked down and weakly mumbled
Pushed
I can help I said
When can we start she asked
She said she was falling through the cracks
Do you want to be saved or pushed I asked
She looked down and weakly mumbled
Pushed
I can help I said
When can we start she asked
#anxiety
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#pagan
#healing
142 reads
16 Comments
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