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.
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 7:49am
15th Jan 2020 7:49am
My Demon
This demon in me
Is no dormant creature
If it exists at all
Then he lives through whispers
Like secret messages
Tapped over the airwaves
The words pulse
Straight to my brain
He knows my weakness
Constant reminders of failure
There’s no peaceful retreat
From the mental assault
In nightmares
I see the glint in red eyes
The glint of cold hard steel
About to slice skin
I’m sure if I bled
That would never be enough
A slow torturous death
His only satisfaction ...
Is no dormant creature
If it exists at all
Then he lives through whispers
Like secret messages
Tapped over the airwaves
The words pulse
Straight to my brain
He knows my weakness
Constant reminders of failure
There’s no peaceful retreat
From the mental assault
In nightmares
I see the glint in red eyes
The glint of cold hard steel
About to slice skin
I’m sure if I bled
That would never be enough
A slow torturous death
His only satisfaction ...
#depression
#dark
#suicide
248 reads
12 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 3:11am
21st Jan 2020 3:11am
Beksinski's Curse
I awaken with a sudden gasp,
As a silent scream escapes my lips.
My heart beats heavy in my chest:
A dream, into reality, slips.
The hairs are raised upon my back,
As my body aches with fright;
I sit there petrified, awake...
Alas! Another sleepless night.
I cannot sleep in peace, it seems,
As I'm haunted by these hellish scenes,
That creep into my deepest dreams,
And tear me at my weakest seams.
And so, I paint the perfect picture,
Like a photograph for the world to...
As a silent scream escapes my lips.
My heart beats heavy in my chest:
A dream, into reality, slips.
The hairs are raised upon my back,
As my body aches with fright;
I sit there petrified, awake...
Alas! Another sleepless night.
I cannot sleep in peace, it seems,
As I'm haunted by these hellish scenes,
That creep into my deepest dreams,
And tear me at my weakest seams.
And so, I paint the perfect picture,
Like a photograph for the world to...
#dark
#death
#fiction
#hell
#suffering
326 reads
27 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 3:36am
4th Jul 2020 3:36am
Word Trap F**k Hand Clap
Witch Rock Look At The Clock Midnight In Near Sight
Moon Light Wolf Bite Skin Healed Sealed Tight What
You Bring This Thing Just Don't Seem Right I Got A
Thought Well Wrought Been Taught By Devil On The
Level Fallen Angel Like Heaven's Rebel Raising Hell
On The Stairwell Riding The Carousel A Fun Sun
Infidel You Know Me Very Well I Got A Hard Sell
Story Fame Glory To Foretell I Impel To Dispel
No Tone Of Death Knell No Need To Compel
And It's When The Ink's Dry I Demand A Comply
Some Sigh Lie Or Reply Some Cry Why Some Deny
But...
Moon Light Wolf Bite Skin Healed Sealed Tight What
You Bring This Thing Just Don't Seem Right I Got A
Thought Well Wrought Been Taught By Devil On The
Level Fallen Angel Like Heaven's Rebel Raising Hell
On The Stairwell Riding The Carousel A Fun Sun
Infidel You Know Me Very Well I Got A Hard Sell
Story Fame Glory To Foretell I Impel To Dispel
No Tone Of Death Knell No Need To Compel
And It's When The Ink's Dry I Demand A Comply
Some Sigh Lie Or Reply Some Cry Why Some Deny
But...
#identity
#motivational
#SelfReflection #wisdom
#SelfReflection #wisdom
33 reads
2 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
15th Jun 2020 11:44am
15th Jun 2020 11:44am
When demons come to call
When demons come to call
Always when you're by yourself, quite often late at night, when darkness is all around you and it seems a endless night
You feel a dark surround you, it wraps you in its cloak, suffering with depression, really is no joke
The pain of hurt crushes you, memories flood your brain, all the sadness turns to tears, you want to stop the pain
Tears roll down your face, you're hurt and all alone, even though you know theres help always on the phone
You pull the covers over you, you try to hide your head, anything to chase...
Always when you're by yourself, quite often late at night, when darkness is all around you and it seems a endless night
You feel a dark surround you, it wraps you in its cloak, suffering with depression, really is no joke
The pain of hurt crushes you, memories flood your brain, all the sadness turns to tears, you want to stop the pain
Tears roll down your face, you're hurt and all alone, even though you know theres help always on the phone
You pull the covers over you, you try to hide your head, anything to chase...
#depression
73 reads
6 Comments
MyEyeDelight
Poem Published
Today 7:07am
Today 7:07am
Pestilent Psyche
morbid kisses
catatonic purification
desolate dreamscapes
sadistic overtures
listless boredom
intoxicating embraces
pestilent psyche
apathetic existence
lustful vengeance
desperate beauty
catatonic purification
desolate dreamscapes
sadistic overtures
listless boredom
intoxicating embraces
pestilent psyche
apathetic existence
lustful vengeance
desperate beauty
#anger
#emptiness
#boredom
4 reads
EdibleWords
Poem Published
5th Jul 2020 9:50pm
5th Jul 2020 9:50pm
U R Here (map of the universe)
Torture is truth
at the edge of
our political
universe
Just knowing how
far we came
after the Big Bang
shot Lincoln
Dead
Paradigm
is formless slime
Your map printed
inside a
woven mask
To hold a
growing bug
made of
unrealistic
imaginal magic
Puffing on dreams
to bust out
a butterfly
...I’m part of a
generation
You will never
see again
like you...
at the edge of
our political
universe
Just knowing how
far we came
after the Big Bang
shot Lincoln
Dead
Paradigm
is formless slime
Your map printed
inside a
woven mask
To hold a
growing bug
made of
unrealistic
imaginal magic
Puffing on dreams
to bust out
a butterfly
...I’m part of a
generation
You will never
see again
like you...
#LifeCycle
#suffering
25 reads
1 Comment
RiAN
Poem Published
5th Jul 2020 9:25am
5th Jul 2020 9:25am
Milestones
To weave
wreaths
dried
Garlands knotted
over Romeo\s distress
Perhaps Rozz Williams
knew he could die
in a rosary
whilst wearing ancient
kajal cosmetics
studs and spikes
reptilan resilient
Fire from our
bohemian lips
Joy of the division
No splitting into
equal parts
This is the room
the start of it all
Our bodies iconed
We dance
Swan cloaked
Raven winged ...
wreaths
dried
Garlands knotted
over Romeo\s distress
Perhaps Rozz Williams
knew he could die
in a rosary
whilst wearing ancient
kajal cosmetics
studs and spikes
reptilan resilient
Fire from our
bohemian lips
Joy of the division
No splitting into
equal parts
This is the room
the start of it all
Our bodies iconed
We dance
Swan cloaked
Raven winged ...
#gothic
#music
28 reads
4 Comments
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 3:41am
30th Jun 2020 3:41am
“How Exactly Do You Know ?” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 25/5/2020
Now I’m NOT Being Funny ...
Because THIS THING Is UGLY ... !!!
... LOSS of LIFE ... !!!
As Multitudes Die ... !!!
But I’ve Got To Ask ...
How Exactly Do They Know ... ?
People Who’ve LOST ...
A Relative ... Because ... ???
of THIS Corona Virus ...
That’s Killing In SILENCE ... !!?!!
WITHOUT CLEAR Signs ... !!!
As To EXACTLY WHY ...
Some Folks Have DIED ... ?!?
OF COURSE I Do Get ...
That Heads Are UPSET ...
But There Is A PROBLEM ... !!!
Were These People There ... ...
Because THIS THING Is UGLY ... !!!
... LOSS of LIFE ... !!!
As Multitudes Die ... !!!
But I’ve Got To Ask ...
How Exactly Do They Know ... ?
People Who’ve LOST ...
A Relative ... Because ... ???
of THIS Corona Virus ...
That’s Killing In SILENCE ... !!?!!
WITHOUT CLEAR Signs ... !!!
As To EXACTLY WHY ...
Some Folks Have DIED ... ?!?
OF COURSE I Do Get ...
That Heads Are UPSET ...
But There Is A PROBLEM ... !!!
Were These People There ... ...
#dark
#death
#humankind
#hypocrisy
#manipulation
66 reads
0 Comments
Thedeadinme
Poem Published
Today 6:40am
Today 6:40am
A Bolero of Failure
Suffering through the reveries of another unkempt day
The melodies of yesterday still dig at my ears
Worming deep tunnels into darker pageants of prose and refrains
Words fall onto the yellowed pages of my soul
Often bothersome with the rhythms of just out of tune chords
The folly of the careless orchestra suffers me greatly
The tempo of time so unfairly in sync counting down forever to an awing crescendo of my darkest passions
Fleeting words as ghost notes betray my hands, echoing my minds torment
Lost in the after...
The melodies of yesterday still dig at my ears
Worming deep tunnels into darker pageants of prose and refrains
Words fall onto the yellowed pages of my soul
Often bothersome with the rhythms of just out of tune chords
The folly of the careless orchestra suffers me greatly
The tempo of time so unfairly in sync counting down forever to an awing crescendo of my darkest passions
Fleeting words as ghost notes betray my hands, echoing my minds torment
Lost in the after...
#metaphor
#symbolism
6 reads
2 Comments
Valeriyabeyond
Valeriya
Valeriya
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:06am
Yesterday 9:06am
Outdated Beauty
Littered words spill, from
my mouth, their shredded
edges makes them look
lovely I think, a modernistic
work of art
Sewn together like left
over stained glass from
hells chapel
Chips, of lead paint covers
my eyes with Irritation,
under my lids leaveing
bloodshot veins to hang,
from my sockets .
Dangle, touching my
parched cheek in need,
of your moisture.
Lick me where I need it
most, you never will.
I can't feel, through this
decaying memory, of...
my mouth, their shredded
edges makes them look
lovely I think, a modernistic
work of art
Sewn together like left
over stained glass from
hells chapel
Chips, of lead paint covers
my eyes with Irritation,
under my lids leaveing
bloodshot veins to hang,
from my sockets .
Dangle, touching my
parched cheek in need,
of your moisture.
Lick me where I need it
most, you never will.
I can't feel, through this
decaying memory, of...
#heartbroken
32 reads
4 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
16th Feb 2020 00:27am
16th Feb 2020 00:27am
...Hemingway
Hemingway...
so desperately
... masculine...
never was my cuppa tea...
so desperately
... masculine...
never was my cuppa tea...
#alcohol
#drugs
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#addiction
77 reads
2 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
27th Apr 2020 3:51pm
27th Apr 2020 3:51pm
This Isn't a Suicide Poem
#depression
#dark
#LifeStruggles
136 reads
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