Dark Poems by Members Last Online
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:46pm
Yesterday 3:46pm
What is true Evil?
Imagine someone who is extremely internally suffering....Imagine some surrounding such individual; smiling, laughing, joking knowing there's a serious issue going on with such individual; imagine such individual wants to be isolated from people especially these people who but only pour "gasoline" awaiting an "explosion"....plenty excuses for terrorists to continue terrorism....what is life? what is one doing this for when all around seems like being lead to slaughter in the name of slight, spite, greed, etc. when one questions their existantance in an illusionary cycle disguised as anything...
#dark
#emptiness
#apathy
21 reads
0 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 1:21am
18th Feb 2019 1:21am
Start to Finish
The day you were born I gave birth to love.
The day you died love exploded into the universe and you were everything, everywhere!
I am never without you.
The day you died love exploded into the universe and you were everything, everywhere!
I am never without you.
#birth
#motherhood
#death
#rebirth
#spiritual
59 reads
12 Comments
Kexby
Poem Published
19th Jun 2018 10:52am
19th Jun 2018 10:52am
The Twig
Green leaves writhing,
above the coals;
green leaves cast off
in flashing sparks,
twisting, crying, squirming
defiant fights on,
spitting wounds,twisting
twisting, crying .
Sizzling coals ,glowing,
glowing embers black
black until sap has dried,
flames to rise once more
spring from the heat .
Twisting squirming crying.
Beneath the tree from
whence the twig was taken
I sit, think and feel warmth,
The twig feeling heat...
above the coals;
green leaves cast off
in flashing sparks,
twisting, crying, squirming
defiant fights on,
spitting wounds,twisting
twisting, crying .
Sizzling coals ,glowing,
glowing embers black
black until sap has dried,
flames to rise once more
spring from the heat .
Twisting squirming crying.
Beneath the tree from
whence the twig was taken
I sit, think and feel warmth,
The twig feeling heat...
#sadness
#grief
91 reads
4 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
4th Jan 2019 7:20pm
4th Jan 2019 7:20pm
GRAPPLING WITH
As moths rose in luminous doom,
She remembered arranging skirts
Insects and I: so small
Before bed,
Never had thought
If earth took me back…
Who heard?
Between night & morning,
Stars work at all times,
Seeds into trees—
Tenderly, they better
Their perfect kingdoms...
Do something @ least!
Pockets full of stone
Thoughts floated by on the river
My fire: vanished
Breathing nothing but water
Darkness fell around her
A dozen white birds slept— ...
She remembered arranging skirts
Insects and I: so small
Before bed,
Never had thought
If earth took me back…
Who heard?
Between night & morning,
Stars work at all times,
Seeds into trees—
Tenderly, they better
Their perfect kingdoms...
Do something @ least!
Pockets full of stone
Thoughts floated by on the river
My fire: vanished
Breathing nothing but water
Darkness fell around her
A dozen white birds slept— ...
#suicide
#trees
#stars
#nature
#emptiness
63 reads
12 Comments
DawnRaider
Dr
Dr
Poem Published
11th Feb 2019 4:32pm
11th Feb 2019 4:32pm
Last Walk
soft steps on dew'd detritus
last Fall's leaves; withered humus
tree branches black 'gainst leaden sky
screaming their silent anguished cry
no one hears, no one to care
nature is resting; all is bare
I lie down; a branch for my head
thinking how long 'til I am dead
will they find my bones in spring
bluebells taking food there growing
ivy covered and food for worms
race now run; ended on my terms
sorry for subject thus ruminated
life now over; terminated.
last Fall's leaves; withered humus
tree branches black 'gainst leaden sky
screaming their silent anguished cry
no one hears, no one to care
nature is resting; all is bare
I lie down; a branch for my head
thinking how long 'til I am dead
will they find my bones in spring
bluebells taking food there growing
ivy covered and food for worms
race now run; ended on my terms
sorry for subject thus ruminated
life now over; terminated.
#sadness
#suicide
#suffering
57 reads
6 Comments
Trouble_Loves_Me
Poem Published
19th Feb 2019 11:38am
19th Feb 2019 11:38am
On The Gallows Of Your Lies
So suddenly, shattered as glass
The stars died from my skies
Little by little my twilight doesn’t shine
The moon and sun are dead.
They forgive me ‘cos I love so deep
Your fatal sentences lie as a
Word arrow deep in my heart.
This novel of us makes no sense
Send poetry to my grave
No flowers. No loving words.
I loved you
The sword of my words
Bleed me into silence
May the Holy Mother kill me
The stars died from my skies
Little by little my twilight doesn’t shine
The moon and sun are dead.
They forgive me ‘cos I love so deep
Your fatal sentences lie as a
Word arrow deep in my heart.
This novel of us makes no sense
Send poetry to my grave
No flowers. No loving words.
I loved you
The sword of my words
Bleed me into silence
May the Holy Mother kill me
#sadness
69 reads
5 Comments
brokentitanium
Poem Published
14th Dec 2015 1:32am
14th Dec 2015 1:32am
Man of Steel
Oh, how I want to break you
Smack your stoic psyche around a bit
As I navigate the depths of your labyrinth
Scratching my nails right through the veneer of your strength
Dismantling the tyranny of duty
Oh, how I want you to break me
To rip open my stubborn heart
Unravel my tapestries of deception
Bite hard into the flesh of my vulnerability
Come on, I can take it
Oh, how I long to bang my soul against yours
And when my core of flint
strikes your core of steel
the sparks would ignite a glorious brilliant flash of unity
Shock...
Smack your stoic psyche around a bit
As I navigate the depths of your labyrinth
Scratching my nails right through the veneer of your strength
Dismantling the tyranny of duty
Oh, how I want you to break me
To rip open my stubborn heart
Unravel my tapestries of deception
Bite hard into the flesh of my vulnerability
Come on, I can take it
Oh, how I long to bang my soul against yours
And when my core of flint
strikes your core of steel
the sparks would ignite a glorious brilliant flash of unity
Shock...
396 reads
9 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
31st Dec 2018 4:56am
31st Dec 2018 4:56am
Anxiety (Evil)
It takes them one by one.
It whispers in their ears.
It tells them they're not good enough and plays upon their fears.
It keeps them up at night,
And creeps into their dreams.
It finds their weakest points
And it breaks them at the seams.
It goes by many names.
It wears so many faces.
It plays it's wicked games
To lead them to the darkest places.
And when it's got them where it wants
It creeps into their virgin minds,
Corrupting every thought, leaving their empty shells behind.
It whispers in their ears.
It tells them they're not good enough and plays upon their fears.
It keeps them up at night,
And creeps into their dreams.
It finds their weakest points
And it breaks them at the seams.
It goes by many names.
It wears so many faces.
It plays it's wicked games
To lead them to the darkest places.
And when it's got them where it wants
It creeps into their virgin minds,
Corrupting every thought, leaving their empty shells behind.
#anxiety
#dark
#corruption
#evil
#devil
167 reads
24 Comments
Amorous_tryst
Poem Published
20th Oct 2017 6:23am
20th Oct 2017 6:23am
For Whom The Bell Tolls
stomp stomp stomp
noises on my porch
stomp stomp stomp
within my hand a torch
"heh heh heh giggle giggle"
"Get the gun ready"
"Got it right here"
"Bitch better have some cash"
ding dong
ding dong
rap! rap! rap!
click, crrreeeeekkk!!
"Trick or Treat"
...
noises on my porch
stomp stomp stomp
within my hand a torch
"heh heh heh giggle giggle"
"Get the gun ready"
"Got it right here"
"Bitch better have some cash"
ding dong
ding dong
rap! rap! rap!
click, crrreeeeekkk!!
"Trick or Treat"
...
523 reads
26 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:41pm
Yesterday 10:41pm
The Silence
Then there was peace…
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
#depression
#dark
#soldiers
#war
#silence
19 reads
0 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
31st Jan 2019 7:17am
31st Jan 2019 7:17am
Fashionista!: #9 Answers a Fan Letter from Haley (yelluw_always)
Oh my oh my, oh growl, give her a hand,
Jadey! a letter from my newest fan!
I’m gonna write to her in my own paw,
A tiger’s note, the first she ever saw.
Hey hey, Haley, I’m Fashionista, girl,
My life of late has been a social whirl!
I thank you for the ‘view you did of me,
About the way I tick, now lemme see.
I shop in Greenwich Village when I can,
Not simply for the prints, but my doorman!
Another place I often go to slum,
Is where the grail of Bonwit Teller was.
It’s now the site Trump’s...
Jadey! a letter from my newest fan!
I’m gonna write to her in my own paw,
A tiger’s note, the first she ever saw.
Hey hey, Haley, I’m Fashionista, girl,
My life of late has been a social whirl!
I thank you for the ‘view you did of me,
About the way I tick, now lemme see.
I shop in Greenwich Village when I can,
Not simply for the prints, but my doorman!
Another place I often go to slum,
Is where the grail of Bonwit Teller was.
It’s now the site Trump’s...
#dark
#city
#food #confessional
#food #confessional
64 reads
3 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
31st Oct 2018 4:05pm
31st Oct 2018 4:05pm
Be Afraid - Be Very, Very, Very Extra-Ordinary Afraid
The Devil is out tricking the traitors on Halloween night
Proudly donning his skin-head like a mask of the alt-right
Treating a glutinous appetite to their tasty foolish souls
Creating fear in the hearts of those refusing to become his ghoulish trolls
He keeps his true intensions shrouded in colorful deceits
Unbelievably believed the more hyperbole he repeats
Be careful not to catch the cold blowing in he Autumn air
As his tricky fingers reach in your bag to steal away Obama-care
On All-Hollows-Eve he walks among children in the...
Proudly donning his skin-head like a mask of the alt-right
Treating a glutinous appetite to their tasty foolish souls
Creating fear in the hearts of those refusing to become his ghoulish trolls
He keeps his true intensions shrouded in colorful deceits
Unbelievably believed the more hyperbole he repeats
Be careful not to catch the cold blowing in he Autumn air
As his tricky fingers reach in your bag to steal away Obama-care
On All-Hollows-Eve he walks among children in the...
#scary
77 reads
4 Comments
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