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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror - Published by DU Poetry members most recently online.
Vortex32167
Poem Published
18th Jan 2013 11:55am
18th Jan 2013 11:55am
Never Fading
The never fading images.
Haunting feelings of depression.
Ripping apart the memories.
The good times and compassion,
See the boy drowning in his dreams,
Struggling and fighting his way out.
Can anyone hear his screams?
The never fading illusions.
Faces he holds deep inside.
Ready to put them on,
Right after his tears have dried.
See the man without a face,
Deceiving and hiding from everyone.
On all those countless days.
The never fading emotions,
Stalking like a phantom,
Never leaving him alone,
There is no...
Haunting feelings of depression.
Ripping apart the memories.
The good times and compassion,
See the boy drowning in his dreams,
Struggling and fighting his way out.
Can anyone hear his screams?
The never fading illusions.
Faces he holds deep inside.
Ready to put them on,
Right after his tears have dried.
See the man without a face,
Deceiving and hiding from everyone.
On all those countless days.
The never fading emotions,
Stalking like a phantom,
Never leaving him alone,
There is no...
266 reads
0 Comments
Kexby
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:12pm
Yesterday 6:12pm
Not long a go
Not long ago edited October 2013
Mortar crumbles,clay again,
buildings fall and castles fail
generations crushed and fearful
no more trust in bricks and mortar.
Tents,linen now to shade the sun
or shroud the dead . . . . . .
needle thread and cotton.
Itinerant cloth to clothe the poor.
Carpets, card board boxes,
grain,flown in by aeroplanes.
Where next week we do not know ...
Mortar crumbles,clay again,
buildings fall and castles fail
generations crushed and fearful
no more trust in bricks and mortar.
Tents,linen now to shade the sun
or shroud the dead . . . . . .
needle thread and cotton.
Itinerant cloth to clothe the poor.
Carpets, card board boxes,
grain,flown in by aeroplanes.
Where next week we do not know ...
#anger
#grief
#frustration #emptiness
#frustration #emptiness
19 reads
4 Comments
marina2020
Poem Published
12th Jun 2018 3:49am
12th Jun 2018 3:49am
My Color
I scratch my skin
Nothing
More pressure
Still nothing
Faster, continuous, deeper
Finally, blood seeps out
The color I long to see
It's like no other
There's something about it
I just have to see each night
Its calming
Relieving
I never knew my blood could be so...
Beautiful
Nothing
More pressure
Still nothing
Faster, continuous, deeper
Finally, blood seeps out
The color I long to see
It's like no other
There's something about it
I just have to see each night
Its calming
Relieving
I never knew my blood could be so...
Beautiful
#SelfHarm
43 reads
3 Comments
SaloKaviar
Dark Sun
Dark Sun
Poem Published
15th Jun 2018 8:12pm
15th Jun 2018 8:12pm
Salo
I was just a solitary man,
Seduced by lust in a foreign land.
Toiling through the neon rain,
Which streaked the violet window panes.
My heart was cold as frozen steel;
Childhood wounds which never heal.
Harbouring demons inside my veins;
Entering the sexual subterrane.
I knew the source of my temptation,
Through corridors of desolation,
Meandering walls of copulation,
Squeezing the pulse of...desperation.
Seduced by lust in a foreign land.
Toiling through the neon rain,
Which streaked the violet window panes.
My heart was cold as frozen steel;
Childhood wounds which never heal.
Harbouring demons inside my veins;
Entering the sexual subterrane.
I knew the source of my temptation,
Through corridors of desolation,
Meandering walls of copulation,
Squeezing the pulse of...desperation.
#lust
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles #emptiness
#LifeStruggles #emptiness
34 reads
4 Comments
anna_grin
grin
grin
Poem Published
12th Jul 2017 2:12am
12th Jul 2017 2:12am
seven
confound a fast heartbeat
with love
a gelatinous
pupil
stares blankly into the dark
learning nothing but pain
exhaustion
& lies
belong in my carefree body
too many reasons
and none to cry for
hormones luv
it will pass
with love
a gelatinous
pupil
stares blankly into the dark
learning nothing but pain
exhaustion
& lies
belong in my carefree body
too many reasons
and none to cry for
hormones luv
it will pass
162 reads
2 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
16th Nov 2017 00:59am
16th Nov 2017 00:59am
the railway track
there
lay the body
on the railway track
the railway track
no face no race
unrecognizable
only the trousers
those were black
there
lay the body
on the railway track
the railway track
he chose his passing
at the railway crossing
why on earth why
the retrievers wail 'n cry
there
lay the body
on the railway track
the railway track
no face no race
just the trousers black
dead men give no answers
neither do...
lay the body
on the railway track
the railway track
no face no race
unrecognizable
only the trousers
those were black
there
lay the body
on the railway track
the railway track
he chose his passing
at the railway crossing
why on earth why
the retrievers wail 'n cry
there
lay the body
on the railway track
the railway track
no face no race
just the trousers black
dead men give no answers
neither do...
159 reads
13 Comments
hemihead
hemi
hemi
Poem Published
16th Jan 2013 8:32pm
16th Jan 2013 8:32pm
come the drums
shoulda known the day was gonna burn everything down
from the way the sun leapt out of the ocean
like a boxer who’d slipped over in the spit and the blood
and was comin’ back on his feet
evil angry
shoulda known by the way the truck wanted to be thrashed
wanted to be hurled and hung on the edge of grip
twisting grinding toward work
shoulda known the world was a fuck-hole
by the way my goddamn loveless face
kept leaking onto my shirt
more tears for none-of-your-fucking-business ...
from the way the sun leapt out of the ocean
like a boxer who’d slipped over in the spit and the blood
and was comin’ back on his feet
evil angry
shoulda known by the way the truck wanted to be thrashed
wanted to be hurled and hung on the edge of grip
twisting grinding toward work
shoulda known the world was a fuck-hole
by the way my goddamn loveless face
kept leaking onto my shirt
more tears for none-of-your-fucking-business ...
564 reads
18 Comments
Lookawaynow
Rose
Rose
Poem Published
20th Oct 2017 9:05am
20th Oct 2017 9:05am
Tappity tap
Wintery wind
withered branches
Casting moonlight
Spectral shadows
Behind the curtains
Tappity tapping
Knockity knocking
141 reads
2 Comments
AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
10th Jun 2018 4:06pm
10th Jun 2018 4:06pm
Silver Wolf cry
Remember your life
Away from mankind
In the heart of sylvan silence
We speak through
Treetops, and the godspell
Of owls , tracing twillight
Losing light
Incarnated dreams
Invoke the night
Carve now, your name
In bloodred sky
We draw
The Axis Mundi
In which we find
Underwolds below
Heaven above
We cry
North
We howl the Polar Star
Ascending from fire
Crusting earth
With knowledge
And landmarks
Give us your grief
...
Away from mankind
In the heart of sylvan silence
We speak through
Treetops, and the godspell
Of owls , tracing twillight
Losing light
Incarnated dreams
Invoke the night
Carve now, your name
In bloodred sky
We draw
The Axis Mundi
In which we find
Underwolds below
Heaven above
We cry
North
We howl the Polar Star
Ascending from fire
Crusting earth
With knowledge
And landmarks
Give us your grief
...
#rebirth
#spiritual
#magic
52 reads
8 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
5th Jun 2018 11:45am
5th Jun 2018 11:45am
goodbye europa
Goodbye Europe
Driving along I saw at a distance what looked
like two dark shadows holding up a smaller wizen shadow,
and I thought without Africa, Europe would have been a more miserable place.
We stole their people from working in fields and factories
we took their minerals and gold and left them destitute.
Now they are coming here, and we offer them a tent,
If you are not a wall climber, a fast track runner or football
hero, we don't want to know.
I the meantime, the population – white tribe- am dying out
We have reached the...
Driving along I saw at a distance what looked
like two dark shadows holding up a smaller wizen shadow,
and I thought without Africa, Europe would have been a more miserable place.
We stole their people from working in fields and factories
we took their minerals and gold and left them destitute.
Now they are coming here, and we offer them a tent,
If you are not a wall climber, a fast track runner or football
hero, we don't want to know.
I the meantime, the population – white tribe- am dying out
We have reached the...
#winter
#fall
#night
28 reads
1 Comment
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