Dark Poems by Members Last Online
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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ENOONMAI
Poem Published
10th Sep 2020 12:07pm
10th Sep 2020 12:07pm
Four Walls
These four walls
Cold, hostile
Giving no quarter
Closing in like an angry mob
Coming to terms with the alchemy
Of silent desperation
Four walls
Sweating nicotine
And runaway dreams
Moist with tears
And broken hearts
Pacing the floor
A path well worn
The wreckage of myriad regrets
Falling from my heel
Four walls
And two windows
Looking out at
More walls still
An endless array
Of hope fenced in
Four walls
With eyes in them
The eyes of rats ...
Cold, hostile
Giving no quarter
Closing in like an angry mob
Coming to terms with the alchemy
Of silent desperation
Four walls
Sweating nicotine
And runaway dreams
Moist with tears
And broken hearts
Pacing the floor
A path well worn
The wreckage of myriad regrets
Falling from my heel
Four walls
And two windows
Looking out at
More walls still
An endless array
Of hope fenced in
Four walls
With eyes in them
The eyes of rats ...
#loneliness
56 reads
4 Comments
Northern1
Poem Published
9th May 2020 10:56pm
9th May 2020 10:56pm
Ghost
Lady sits in her embroidered favorite chair
Bites a lip and fiddles with her long hair
Feels a presence a certain unease in the air
A foreboding feeling says danger beware
As if she is under a gaze an accusing stare
And there is nobody there
Tells herself there is no need to be afraid
She is no longer a girl in the second grade
Dead and gone why won't the memory fade?
Told it was not her fault that she stayed
Yet she is taken back to where she had laid
In the bed that He made
A tingling between her legs she knows so well ...
Bites a lip and fiddles with her long hair
Feels a presence a certain unease in the air
A foreboding feeling says danger beware
As if she is under a gaze an accusing stare
And there is nobody there
Tells herself there is no need to be afraid
She is no longer a girl in the second grade
Dead and gone why won't the memory fade?
Told it was not her fault that she stayed
Yet she is taken back to where she had laid
In the bed that He made
A tingling between her legs she knows so well ...
#secrets
#suffering
#temptation
82 reads
4 Comments
Backmomentarily
Poem Published
1st Sep 2020 4:26am
1st Sep 2020 4:26am
Trapped
Trapped in the wildlife surroundings of my skin's recording device; I thrive shackled between the seasons of summer and fall
somewhere within the political wireframe of a rainbow circumference where bats maraud in my mind, drones are mistaken for aircraft and the citadel state goes less manned than usual
and "making it" isn't solely based on manual restitution of a path untaken but how one is incoherently contagious or simply outbroken on the breast plate of irony
(because of not despite),
yet it is the dogged convention of immortality that...
somewhere within the political wireframe of a rainbow circumference where bats maraud in my mind, drones are mistaken for aircraft and the citadel state goes less manned than usual
and "making it" isn't solely based on manual restitution of a path untaken but how one is incoherently contagious or simply outbroken on the breast plate of irony
(because of not despite),
yet it is the dogged convention of immortality that...
#FeelingTrapped
65 reads
2 Comments
PurpuraBuho
Poem Published
28th Aug 2020 10:25am
28th Aug 2020 10:25am
one
Day 1
Again
It has been a while
Again
It has been a while
#MentalHealth
51 reads
2 Comments
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
..
893 reads
29 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:44am
Yesterday 2:44am
peculiar home.
ashes and soot
swirling
throughout the air,
breezes
of burned remnants
whirling
untethered— unbound
floating
around
to finally
find
a
singular
quite specifically
peculiar
home
amidst all the
painful heartache,
bones
that will
surely
rebreak
when love's
cremated
remains....
[remain]
swirling
throughout the air,
breezes
of burned remnants
whirling
untethered— unbound
floating
around
to finally
find
a
singular
quite specifically
peculiar
home
amidst all the
painful heartache,
bones
that will
surely
rebreak
when love's
cremated
remains....
[remain]
#sadness
#love
#dark
#heartbroken
#breakup
44 reads
14 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
11th Jan 2020 1:45pm
11th Jan 2020 1:45pm
Extradimensional
Trouble is, the veil has always
been thin—
one hand weaves its weird
magic inside the nether world;
meanwhile, feet are
planted in this desolate reality.
Eyes assimilate imposing forms—
they creep around the bends.
Nothing corrupt will come of it.
The light is bright enough
to keep the darkness
outside the window—
Glaring {gnashing teeth}
chest heaving liquid
skin, slick like oil.
Fascination drives curiosity.
Sometimes, these hands touch
things they shouldn’t.
been thin—
one hand weaves its weird
magic inside the nether world;
meanwhile, feet are
planted in this desolate reality.
Eyes assimilate imposing forms—
they creep around the bends.
Nothing corrupt will come of it.
The light is bright enough
to keep the darkness
outside the window—
Glaring {gnashing teeth}
chest heaving liquid
skin, slick like oil.
Fascination drives curiosity.
Sometimes, these hands touch
things they shouldn’t.
#death
183 reads
23 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
.Quercus.
.Quercus.
Poem Published
10th Apr 2020 9:38pm
10th Apr 2020 9:38pm
Unspoken sighs..
The written write wrote of a tried and rifled, bloodshot and un-atoned home
Knowing no said word laid, will rebuild the broken platters of dreams
Or defuse the loss from its buried and blurred seams
That no passage will portray the endless echoed screams
Of the hallowed fight or its flight across the vast and weighted maze
The revolted repetition of days
That ink is a flawed mirror, a poisoned chalice
By which you sink your mouth to drink
As you seek to sate your thirst of downed hurts to quick
That wavered words rise, from a betrayed and naked...
Knowing no said word laid, will rebuild the broken platters of dreams
Or defuse the loss from its buried and blurred seams
That no passage will portray the endless echoed screams
Of the hallowed fight or its flight across the vast and weighted maze
The revolted repetition of days
That ink is a flawed mirror, a poisoned chalice
By which you sink your mouth to drink
As you seek to sate your thirst of downed hurts to quick
That wavered words rise, from a betrayed and naked...
#sadness
#anger
#conflict
#despair
#NaPoWriMo2020
133 reads
2 Comments
Insiderew
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:33pm
Yesterday 7:33pm
stuff of nature.
when i see these wooden beams
this wooden trap, those hempen strings,
this stuff of nature, these all seem
innocuous, such innocent things,
when found in Chandler's stores
but, make folk dead, and crowds roar-
gallows fashioned, by lynch law.
this wooden trap, those hempen strings,
this stuff of nature, these all seem
innocuous, such innocent things,
when found in Chandler's stores
but, make folk dead, and crowds roar-
gallows fashioned, by lynch law.
#dark
17 reads
1 Comment
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 12:08pm
19th Jan 2020 12:08pm
Dance Mother f**ker
Hanged man
time strands dangling
dancing noose in hand
time strands dangling
dancing noose in hand
#TruthOfLife
#morality
126 reads
4 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 5:19pm
15th Sep 2020 5:19pm
Between the Deep and Me
death on the shore
under the full Hunter’s moon,
my fight, a trophy
in your chest pocket
as you leave me for high tide;
there’s nothing now
between the deep and me,
save a few stars standing
in my way
under the full Hunter’s moon,
my fight, a trophy
in your chest pocket
as you leave me for high tide;
there’s nothing now
between the deep and me,
save a few stars standing
in my way
#depression
#grief
#dark
#death
#night
60 reads
16 Comments
A_Blank_Mind99
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2020 10:40pm
3rd Sep 2020 10:40pm
Panic Attack
I beg to break my minds twisted ethos...
A state of destructive contemplation...
Descending into internal chaos...
Overwhelmed by constant information...
An eternal conflict of racing thoughts...
Casting sanity into a chasm...
A ruthless onslaught of scathing retorts...
Causing a panicky heart to spasm...
Paranoia gripping... With hastened breath...
A pressing feeling of dread surrounding...
Voices are echoing... Screaming of death...
A splitting pain in my chest is pounding...
Now the voices cease... The...
A state of destructive contemplation...
Descending into internal chaos...
Overwhelmed by constant information...
An eternal conflict of racing thoughts...
Casting sanity into a chasm...
A ruthless onslaught of scathing retorts...
Causing a panicky heart to spasm...
Paranoia gripping... With hastened breath...
A pressing feeling of dread surrounding...
Voices are echoing... Screaming of death...
A splitting pain in my chest is pounding...
Now the voices cease... The...
#anxiety
66 reads
0 Comments
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