Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror - Published by DU Poetry members most recently online.
TimEros
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
15th Sep 2017 6:38pm
15th Sep 2017 6:38pm
I'm So Tired
I'm tired and just want to sleep
The sleep the never ever wakes
I no longer have the strength to breathe
My life isn't worth the air it takes
Born into a life I didn't choose
Forced to live out my miserable existence
Not a full man, not a woman too
I'm the hobbit that no one ever wants
I dream about things I'll never have
I hope for a life I'll never live
My life will end, before I feel the love
Of someone who wants the love I give
I fantasize about sex with anyone else
Knowing no one will ever touch me physically
I'm so...
The sleep the never ever wakes
I no longer have the strength to breathe
My life isn't worth the air it takes
Born into a life I didn't choose
Forced to live out my miserable existence
Not a full man, not a woman too
I'm the hobbit that no one ever wants
I dream about things I'll never have
I hope for a life I'll never live
My life will end, before I feel the love
Of someone who wants the love I give
I fantasize about sex with anyone else
Knowing no one will ever touch me physically
I'm so...
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exvso8m1
Poem Published
9th Oct 2017 4:43am
9th Oct 2017 4:43am
Silenced by their Darkness
††
She was broken and no one could fix her,
Shadowed gossip led her to demise,
No one inside those halls really knew her,
Nor the thousands of tears she had cried...
†
To most of them her name didn't matter,
And not one had even bothered to ask,
She was the girl who sat alone in the corner,
Her mascara matched her clothes of laced black...
†
Her vociferous music played in her headphones,
The tunes and the lyrics would scare you to death,
And all that the others seemed to talk about,
Was the Gothic cross hung...
She was broken and no one could fix her,
Shadowed gossip led her to demise,
No one inside those halls really knew her,
Nor the thousands of tears she had cried...
†
To most of them her name didn't matter,
And not one had even bothered to ask,
She was the girl who sat alone in the corner,
Her mascara matched her clothes of laced black...
†
Her vociferous music played in her headphones,
The tunes and the lyrics would scare you to death,
And all that the others seemed to talk about,
Was the Gothic cross hung...
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HadesRising
Poem Published
26th Sep 2017 2:04am
26th Sep 2017 2:04am
DRACULA CHRIST
Raise me on the altar
Of Dracula Christ
Stake me in my dead heart
All I have for you are lies
The sun holds no terror for me
Romanticized in dark
Blood sipping tales of the night
Your villain ‘neath the murder tree
Am I your devil?
Am I your Jesus?
I will be your thrall to the flesh
I am your metal!
Without a reason!
Death shrouded in my Sunday best
Be my midnightmare lover in secret shadows
Hallowed by thy grave as we whisper from below
The decaying dead know no other love like this
As we twist in throes and...
Of Dracula Christ
Stake me in my dead heart
All I have for you are lies
The sun holds no terror for me
Romanticized in dark
Blood sipping tales of the night
Your villain ‘neath the murder tree
Am I your devil?
Am I your Jesus?
I will be your thrall to the flesh
I am your metal!
Without a reason!
Death shrouded in my Sunday best
Be my midnightmare lover in secret shadows
Hallowed by thy grave as we whisper from below
The decaying dead know no other love like this
As we twist in throes and...
40 reads
4 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:34pm
Yesterday 10:34pm
Moon Of Steel
It is a heart,
This holocaust I walk in,
O golden child the world will kill and eat. ‘
- Sylvia Plath
(1)
Oh, caustic dream,
Coiled neatly as a spring,
How you wait.
You release your deities
Marrow to holiness ---
A sacrificial precipitate.
The gentle creature
Stirs in a basin of
Hollowed out containment
Awaiting the lactation of
A thousand milky stars,
And I saw it,
Numbingly fortunate on
A crisp, linen sheet
Stained by heresy.
In droplets I recalled it, ...
This holocaust I walk in,
O golden child the world will kill and eat. ‘
- Sylvia Plath
(1)
Oh, caustic dream,
Coiled neatly as a spring,
How you wait.
You release your deities
Marrow to holiness ---
A sacrificial precipitate.
The gentle creature
Stirs in a basin of
Hollowed out containment
Awaiting the lactation of
A thousand milky stars,
And I saw it,
Numbingly fortunate on
A crisp, linen sheet
Stained by heresy.
In droplets I recalled it, ...
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Duke_Raoul
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2017 11:45pm
3rd Oct 2017 11:45pm
VAMPIRISH
Veins collapsing, memory lapsing..........Void
Arterial- surrender- stage ..................Anguish
Mesmerized by batted eyes....................Molten mind
Paling, flailing, wailing.............................Pulsed & convulsed
Internally flushed....................................Ice-water gushed
Ravaged by your.......................................Red heat eminating
INCISORS..................................................Irritating overbite
Sucking.....................................................Seeping blood/...
Arterial- surrender- stage ..................Anguish
Mesmerized by batted eyes....................Molten mind
Paling, flailing, wailing.............................Pulsed & convulsed
Internally flushed....................................Ice-water gushed
Ravaged by your.......................................Red heat eminating
INCISORS..................................................Irritating overbite
Sucking.....................................................Seeping blood/...
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Kavik1
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2017 11:04pm
22nd Sep 2017 11:04pm
Silently Screaming
Silently screaming while visibly bleeding.
Still no one can hear me.
As I am crying slowly I'm dying.
Cause of me silently screaming.
Still no one can hear me.
As I am crying slowly I'm dying.
Cause of me silently screaming.
60 reads
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FallenAngle
Poem Published
11th Oct 2017 9:55pm
11th Oct 2017 9:55pm
The broken saviour.
Bruises adorn your skin
Taste of blood in your mouth,
Your eyes are bleak
And your voice is a whisper,
Just the way they want you to be.
Body twitching in anxiety
Flinching at every move,
Forever watching everything around you with wide eyes
Just waiting for the blows to come.
Hiding under beds and in closets
Hands smothering your ears,
Trying to drown out the shouts
The sounds of slamming doors,
Praying they don’t come for you.
Waiting in the cold in the balcony
Wishing daddy would come home,
Looking out for...
Taste of blood in your mouth,
Your eyes are bleak
And your voice is a whisper,
Just the way they want you to be.
Body twitching in anxiety
Flinching at every move,
Forever watching everything around you with wide eyes
Just waiting for the blows to come.
Hiding under beds and in closets
Hands smothering your ears,
Trying to drown out the shouts
The sounds of slamming doors,
Praying they don’t come for you.
Waiting in the cold in the balcony
Wishing daddy would come home,
Looking out for...
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Unspokenwords_grim
Poem Published
13th Oct 2017 1:11am
13th Oct 2017 1:11am
Trapped in my mind
Only time I feel love
Is when I'm in pain,
Forever tired of feeling the same,
Feeling pain just to hold on
To this harsh world we live in,
Far to deep
Hell isn't the last stop to begin with,
Tell me when this shit is going to end
Under the assumption love is dead,
Gun fires inside my head
I'm nauseous
For my heart is thrown away,
Now the fact that I'm alone is fucking comforting,
She's now probably dancing on my grave inside my head,
Got no choice but to carry on instead,
Waiting on death with a smile on my face ...
Is when I'm in pain,
Forever tired of feeling the same,
Feeling pain just to hold on
To this harsh world we live in,
Far to deep
Hell isn't the last stop to begin with,
Tell me when this shit is going to end
Under the assumption love is dead,
Gun fires inside my head
I'm nauseous
For my heart is thrown away,
Now the fact that I'm alone is fucking comforting,
She's now probably dancing on my grave inside my head,
Got no choice but to carry on instead,
Waiting on death with a smile on my face ...
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Ken
Ken Ebersole
Ken Ebersole
Poem Published
16th Sep 2017 8:26pm
16th Sep 2017 8:26pm
Coitus of the Recent Dead
79 reads
10 Comments
frightjimmy
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:45pm
Yesterday 6:45pm
Claire's Calavera
The morning of her thirty-first,
Arising from her cozy bed
Just like a corpse back from the dead,
The birthday girl looked out and cursed.
Unlike the day before, the sun
Today was hidden in the clouds
Like faces under funeral shrouds,
Beshadowing her morning run.
No matter, she still had to train.
Determined to stay strong and fit,
She wouldn't laze around and sit
But rather chose to run in rain.
She saw something that spurred her on
While jogging through the wooded park,
A hooded figure, tall and stark,
Pursuing her:...
Arising from her cozy bed
Just like a corpse back from the dead,
The birthday girl looked out and cursed.
Unlike the day before, the sun
Today was hidden in the clouds
Like faces under funeral shrouds,
Beshadowing her morning run.
No matter, she still had to train.
Determined to stay strong and fit,
She wouldn't laze around and sit
But rather chose to run in rain.
She saw something that spurred her on
While jogging through the wooded park,
A hooded figure, tall and stark,
Pursuing her:...
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