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
..
1026 reads
29 Comments
Calligraphee
Poem Published
30th Oct 2021 4:25am
30th Oct 2021 4:25am
The Knocking Man
Then the lights went out.
She could hear his cold decaying body scraping across the hardwood floor dragging ripping pieces of flesh that drop sloshed onto the ground.
Covering her mouth she remembered there was a table in the corner that could possibly be used for shelter.
Using only her hands to see the dark she extended her reach tip toeing cautiously then all of a sudden…
She hears nothing.
The walking, the breathing, everything stopped.
A quick turn to look causes her to accidentally knock an aluminum can onto the...
She could hear his cold decaying body scraping across the hardwood floor dragging ripping pieces of flesh that drop sloshed onto the ground.
Covering her mouth she remembered there was a table in the corner that could possibly be used for shelter.
Using only her hands to see the dark she extended her reach tip toeing cautiously then all of a sudden…
She hears nothing.
The walking, the breathing, everything stopped.
A quick turn to look causes her to accidentally knock an aluminum can onto the...
#dark
#evil
#scary
70 reads
3 Comments
Shinobi
Poem Published
30th Oct 2021 5:10am
30th Oct 2021 5:10am
A Gothic Poem
man made rust, and diamond dust
broken vessels of the arcane
spell spoken from ruby lips
rhyming like a poetic refrain
how my pulse races...
haunted remnants of the wilting rose
blows through argent winds
scarlet sunburst, crimson petals
electric blue avenues, welcoming
the highway man's smoking barrel
the colors snap poloroids...
I'm not sub-human
my roots are buried deep
as the moon dangles wafer-thin
and the river calls to me
coiling on the forest floor
there is a...
broken vessels of the arcane
spell spoken from ruby lips
rhyming like a poetic refrain
how my pulse races...
haunted remnants of the wilting rose
blows through argent winds
scarlet sunburst, crimson petals
electric blue avenues, welcoming
the highway man's smoking barrel
the colors snap poloroids...
I'm not sub-human
my roots are buried deep
as the moon dangles wafer-thin
and the river calls to me
coiling on the forest floor
there is a...
#SylviaPlath
#sensual
#witches
#symbolism
#fear
73 reads
1 Comment
runningturtle87
Poem Published
21st Aug 2013 2:28pm
21st Aug 2013 2:28pm
Radio Silence
(After Robert Browning)
During the day
racing from one conviction
to the next
with your texting
your blogging
your twittering
I ask who you are talking to
and you say no one
but all this typing is going on
that's talking to someone
and you say you are tweeting.
It is fucking amazing
how we can parse things out
so that it is not it
but rather it
of a very specific
other variety of it
but not exactly
since it here
is not it there
and so the omission
is permissible.
Well,...
During the day
racing from one conviction
to the next
with your texting
your blogging
your twittering
I ask who you are talking to
and you say no one
but all this typing is going on
that's talking to someone
and you say you are tweeting.
It is fucking amazing
how we can parse things out
so that it is not it
but rather it
of a very specific
other variety of it
but not exactly
since it here
is not it there
and so the omission
is permissible.
Well,...
634 reads
6 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 10:55pm
28th Nov 2021 10:55pm
Oddity
So it was a pleasant Sunday afternoon
As I was just sitting there
Watching a football game,
More like just listening to the buzz on the TV
While reading and writing.
Then, a weird sort of e-mails comes in
Curious, I look.
It is a weird sort of response
To a poem on the net,
Full of spite, anger and rebuke
From a total stranger
Not even known from Adam and Eve.
What to do?
How to react?
I am baffled, but methinks
It might be a good base
For a short story.
I will dwell on that.
Kisses, Robert.
As I was just sitting there
Watching a football game,
More like just listening to the buzz on the TV
While reading and writing.
Then, a weird sort of e-mails comes in
Curious, I look.
It is a weird sort of response
To a poem on the net,
Full of spite, anger and rebuke
From a total stranger
Not even known from Adam and Eve.
What to do?
How to react?
I am baffled, but methinks
It might be a good base
For a short story.
I will dwell on that.
Kisses, Robert.
#courage
#inspirational
#emotions
36 reads
4 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 10:36pm
30th Nov 2021 10:36pm
Here’s a pretty flower abstract to lighten your darkly disturbing soul ..
Truth is
It’s my
disturbing soul
No reason
either
Bitch
I swore off the
Bitch word
Lied again
Only one person
Knows
How fucked up I am
It’s my
disturbing soul
No reason
either
Bitch
I swore off the
Bitch word
Lied again
Only one person
Knows
How fucked up I am
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#flowers
#art
#despair
73 reads
18 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 7:37pm
18th Nov 2021 7:37pm
b. l. a. m. e.
blame
you
for forcing my hand
to grasp the trunk
of nature
in my small hands
while you preached from the pulpit
about your savior
while you looked at me
long and hard
kissed my lips
inappropriately
my mind racing to remove
the memory
tips of the trees
swung in the breeze
mesmerizing dance
leaves swishing
long skirts rustling
on such steady legs
blame
you for pulling
laughter from my lips
into a silent scream
trees swarmed...
you
for forcing my hand
to grasp the trunk
of nature
in my small hands
while you preached from the pulpit
about your savior
while you looked at me
long and hard
kissed my lips
inappropriately
my mind racing to remove
the memory
tips of the trees
swung in the breeze
mesmerizing dance
leaves swishing
long skirts rustling
on such steady legs
blame
you for pulling
laughter from my lips
into a silent scream
trees swarmed...
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
81 reads
3 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 9:28pm
8th Apr 2021 9:28pm
The Dark Midnight Lights
Along the River Rother
Torch-lights search the muddy banks
Seeking out, the lost, and lonely
After a small boat had been sank
Sadly shattering, those living
As young childhood was taken
A parents one moment of carelessness
Thinking it safe, but were sadly mistaken
The cruel undercurrents, by Rye Harbour
Had stolen some more victims to enslave
The lifeboat on this occasion, unsuccessful
As three young children, were swept away to their grave
circa early 1970's
by Jemia
Torch-lights search the muddy banks
Seeking out, the lost, and lonely
After a small boat had been sank
Sadly shattering, those living
As young childhood was taken
A parents one moment of carelessness
Thinking it safe, but were sadly mistaken
The cruel undercurrents, by Rye Harbour
Had stolen some more victims to enslave
The lifeboat on this occasion, unsuccessful
As three young children, were swept away to their grave
circa early 1970's
by Jemia
#children
#river
#tragedy
145 reads
2 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
30th Oct 2021 3:05am
30th Oct 2021 3:05am
Drac - The Impaler
I am Me, a vampiri of the Nosferatu order
We are a symbiotic being, needing a host to fill our orders
We crawled up through the bowels of hell into this cave
Preying upon bats, wolves, and anything living in order to be saved
To my surprise Vlad stumbled into my cave one day injured from the battlefield
Slashes and stabs covered his body, his armor gouged by steel
He fell to the cave floor and as he laid dying I heard his pleas
He only wished death upon his enemies and my appearance brought him to his knees
With promises of aiding in his...
We are a symbiotic being, needing a host to fill our orders
We crawled up through the bowels of hell into this cave
Preying upon bats, wolves, and anything living in order to be saved
To my surprise Vlad stumbled into my cave one day injured from the battlefield
Slashes and stabs covered his body, his armor gouged by steel
He fell to the cave floor and as he laid dying I heard his pleas
He only wished death upon his enemies and my appearance brought him to his knees
With promises of aiding in his...
#dark
#death
#evil
64 reads
5 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2020 5:12am
3rd Jan 2020 5:12am
pale kisses (with respect to Louise Gluck)
in this season,
season of decay.
when all the leaves
have fallen,
fallen all away.
cold blue death will
come,
come to pull life away.
love will be forever gone,
gone with the pale kiss
of death to stay.
season of decay.
when all the leaves
have fallen,
fallen all away.
cold blue death will
come,
come to pull life away.
love will be forever gone,
gone with the pale kiss
of death to stay.
#heartbroken
#bittersweet
320 reads
16 Comments
Drieks
Poem Published
2nd May 2021 8:02pm
2nd May 2021 8:02pm
Martyr
Bested by faith. Corrupted, enslaved.
Witness my downfall. My wits beyond doubtful.
Up for discussion, confused by concussions.
Drowned in my tears, I take beats like percussions.
Leaking my scarlet, but I keep my star lit.
Scarred by the martyr, alone in this mosh pit.
Down. Beaten down the drains.
Down. Fists and feet chained.
Wronged by rights among many faint lies.
Left to be rotten, bright lights are forgotten.
Sanity fled, I’ve got ghosts in my head.
Please let me...
Let me be dead.
I still...
Witness my downfall. My wits beyond doubtful.
Up for discussion, confused by concussions.
Drowned in my tears, I take beats like percussions.
Leaking my scarlet, but I keep my star lit.
Scarred by the martyr, alone in this mosh pit.
Down. Beaten down the drains.
Down. Fists and feet chained.
Wronged by rights among many faint lies.
Left to be rotten, bright lights are forgotten.
Sanity fled, I’ve got ghosts in my head.
Please let me...
Let me be dead.
I still...
#violence
#abuse
#acceptance
145 reads
5 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 9:33am
27th Nov 2021 9:33am
Haunted
Haunted
I can't believe it was so cheap, the budget just matched with mine, all these rooms at this price, it's old but it's quite devine
I put the key in the lock, the door seemed heavy and quite stiff, I forced it to open wide, it had that old house whiff
I opened all the windows, I made sure all the curtains were opened wide, but I just had a strange feeling, a gnawing deep inside
It felt like I was not alone, there was a presence of pending doom, no matter where I went it followed me, in each and every room
When I took a shower,...
I can't believe it was so cheap, the budget just matched with mine, all these rooms at this price, it's old but it's quite devine
I put the key in the lock, the door seemed heavy and quite stiff, I forced it to open wide, it had that old house whiff
I opened all the windows, I made sure all the curtains were opened wide, but I just had a strange feeling, a gnawing deep inside
It felt like I was not alone, there was a presence of pending doom, no matter where I went it followed me, in each and every room
When I took a shower,...
#dark
#scary
#fear
37 reads
2 Comments
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