Dark Poems by Members Last Online
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
Poems published by members most recently online.
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
17th May 2019 2:08pm
17th May 2019 2:08pm
Cutting
Her words can be sharp,
cutting me without intentions,
but cutting just the same
each movement of her dialogue
slicing, through emotions,
I bleed, this could be self-inflicted,
staining hope
in mid-sentence,
each slice became a lesson
I will not ask anyone questions
that may cause me
to get cut again.
cutting me without intentions,
but cutting just the same
each movement of her dialogue
slicing, through emotions,
I bleed, this could be self-inflicted,
staining hope
in mid-sentence,
each slice became a lesson
I will not ask anyone questions
that may cause me
to get cut again.
#sadness
#regret
#grief
#rejection
#confusion
53 reads
5 Comments
heyycyanides
Poem Published
7th May 2019 5:16am
7th May 2019 5:16am
A Stalker's Declaration
I cling to you like the embrace of a woman,
yet I annoy you like an unwanted suitor.
Sometimes I interpret your frequent
caresses as a sign of your affection
but now I know that they are only
meaningless affectations
like things or food or people that grow on you,
or perhaps like the hair on your head
which grows long like a lazy Sunday morning song.
Yes, within your chest,
there’s my home.
Yet you despise me so much, despite knowing,
deep in your bone, that shaking
me off with inconsolable fury ...
yet I annoy you like an unwanted suitor.
Sometimes I interpret your frequent
caresses as a sign of your affection
but now I know that they are only
meaningless affectations
like things or food or people that grow on you,
or perhaps like the hair on your head
which grows long like a lazy Sunday morning song.
Yes, within your chest,
there’s my home.
Yet you despise me so much, despite knowing,
deep in your bone, that shaking
me off with inconsolable fury ...
#dark
87 reads
8 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
6th Apr 2019 2:55pm
6th Apr 2019 2:55pm
Empty
Things just don't taste the same
as flowers drift aimlessly
on the outsides of my grave
there's no dancing
and songs get in the way
tommorow didn't start
but it's long long gone
I hear the raven and the crow
blackness it descends
I still see but it's dark
each passage blowing thru the breeze
even the devil tried to sell back my soul
I'm stiff, I'm cold
so cold
so very very cold
the march was merry
but I lie broken, unattended
pile, upon pile
the shovel weeps with dirt
as flowers drift aimlessly
on the outsides of my grave
there's no dancing
and songs get in the way
tommorow didn't start
but it's long long gone
I hear the raven and the crow
blackness it descends
I still see but it's dark
each passage blowing thru the breeze
even the devil tried to sell back my soul
I'm stiff, I'm cold
so cold
so very very cold
the march was merry
but I lie broken, unattended
pile, upon pile
the shovel weeps with dirt
#death
#NaPoWriMo2019
102 reads
18 Comments
black_magik_gypsy
Poem Published
13th Apr 2019 8:46pm
13th Apr 2019 8:46pm
Hollow Graves
Without Stars
So merciful this midnight that mourns in her absence
Twas the massacre of moonlight merging with madness
The starved Stygian sky is but a grave so hollow
Whilst the light of each star once divine is now swallowed
Northern clouds depart with a dull blade made of lightning
Bedeviled sky spills snow as the white becomes blinding
Its desire to consume is endless and haunting
Emptiness hath gathered as the unrest stood watching
Without Sight
Not a soul shall be spared through her constant lidless gaze ...
So merciful this midnight that mourns in her absence
Twas the massacre of moonlight merging with madness
The starved Stygian sky is but a grave so hollow
Whilst the light of each star once divine is now swallowed
Northern clouds depart with a dull blade made of lightning
Bedeviled sky spills snow as the white becomes blinding
Its desire to consume is endless and haunting
Emptiness hath gathered as the unrest stood watching
Without Sight
Not a soul shall be spared through her constant lidless gaze ...
#sadness
#dark
#FeelingLost
77 reads
9 Comments
samael
Poem Published
27th Apr 2019 10:13pm
27th Apr 2019 10:13pm
Papier-mâché people set on fire
Stabbing the rigid billowing smoke & fumes from birth.
clasped in dance from a dream song,
in sands surrounding my sacrifice,
in cheers of death churning in the air.
my decisions tear me apart matador.
this red is my religion.
my fall was designed
or for you to die.
clasped in dance from a dream song,
in sands surrounding my sacrifice,
in cheers of death churning in the air.
my decisions tear me apart matador.
this red is my religion.
my fall was designed
or for you to die.
#love
#death
#LifeCycle #SelfReflection
#LifeCycle #SelfReflection
36 reads
0 Comments
Hallucinostic
Poem Published
16th Dec 2013 11:51pm
16th Dec 2013 11:51pm
Invisible
You've seen it all fall down,
when you're with me.
Don't blame it on yourself,
we'll make them all believe.
That we can rebuild a world,
and leave it all behind.
We'll sing our songs aloud,
and show they're oh so blind.
Your sadness comes and goes,
and comes back home again.
We'll rummage through the wreck,
and look for all we can mend.
I'll be hearing you,
neither of us needs a change.
Be seeing better days,
and reading the same page.
I know our visions clash,
we see nevertheless.
Remember all your past,...
when you're with me.
Don't blame it on yourself,
we'll make them all believe.
That we can rebuild a world,
and leave it all behind.
We'll sing our songs aloud,
and show they're oh so blind.
Your sadness comes and goes,
and comes back home again.
We'll rummage through the wreck,
and look for all we can mend.
I'll be hearing you,
neither of us needs a change.
Be seeing better days,
and reading the same page.
I know our visions clash,
we see nevertheless.
Remember all your past,...
606 reads
23 Comments
AEMelia564
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Poem Published
Yesterday 10:28am
Yesterday 10:28am
WaterNymphDream
You arrived at sunrise
A place where birth
bathes amongst
gatherering clouds
Water awaits you
Stilled blemished bruises
Internal blood
Of life
Swims towards reflections
Where waves gently carressed
each woman that you were before
(The man you would become)
An androgyn amoeba in motion
Alters its axis, we extend
our worlds
You arrived at sunset
A place where birth
bathes amongst
gatherering clouds
A place where birth
bathes amongst
gatherering clouds
Water awaits you
Stilled blemished bruises
Internal blood
Of life
Swims towards reflections
Where waves gently carressed
each woman that you were before
(The man you would become)
An androgyn amoeba in motion
Alters its axis, we extend
our worlds
You arrived at sunset
A place where birth
bathes amongst
gatherering clouds
#spiritual
#philosophical
#morality
30 reads
5 Comments
Commentonly
Poem Published
13th Dec 2018 11:18am
13th Dec 2018 11:18am
Road Trip, Aspiring To Escape The Mould
Midnight slinks on the clawed paws
of a black cat
the air is hollow
as if entombed in echoes
each step full of nightingales
waiting to sing out
chirrup escapee, escapee
I wake my son gently from a small boys slumber
whisper,
“Josh, josh
it’s time to go
shhhhhh, stay quiet
it’s a secret”
I try to rub sleep from my eyes
as his arms wrap around my neck
my wounds scream
they begin to weep
the flavour of dread
sweet as tooth decay
tangs the air
blood...
of a black cat
the air is hollow
as if entombed in echoes
each step full of nightingales
waiting to sing out
chirrup escapee, escapee
I wake my son gently from a small boys slumber
whisper,
“Josh, josh
it’s time to go
shhhhhh, stay quiet
it’s a secret”
I try to rub sleep from my eyes
as his arms wrap around my neck
my wounds scream
they begin to weep
the flavour of dread
sweet as tooth decay
tangs the air
blood...
#sadness
#hope
#courage
#shame
#despair
110 reads
7 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
31st May 2015 6:00pm
31st May 2015 6:00pm
Señor Tequila
What do you want, girl?"
It was a devil's reject road block full of bullets and blood,
dented cars and endings too long in the making. A lack of
control and the wheel goes spinning onto a "SOLD" sign
and arched brick porch destined to be your new address.
I could no more write this poem than I could speak back
then because I was tired of riding in back seats of convenience
store bags with finger-print glass and brothers screaming to a
hay-fevered radio on a floorboard of trash.
"Talk to me, girl."...
It was a devil's reject road block full of bullets and blood,
dented cars and endings too long in the making. A lack of
control and the wheel goes spinning onto a "SOLD" sign
and arched brick porch destined to be your new address.
I could no more write this poem than I could speak back
then because I was tired of riding in back seats of convenience
store bags with finger-print glass and brothers screaming to a
hay-fevered radio on a floorboard of trash.
"Talk to me, girl."...
563 reads
8 Comments
Ragnar
Poem Published
13th Jul 2017 9:35pm
13th Jul 2017 9:35pm
Vengeance Devine
Here we go again.
Another day of trying to do the right thing and being accused of doing the wrong.
Of you, speaking your mindless babble while I have to stand, remain stoic and strong.
Of hearing your words without speaking.
Of listening to your pathetic critiquing.
Of wanting to not be the man I am and punch you until your face caves in.
Of feeling so much rage and loathing but having to keep it within.
Someday, you will pay, for all the damage you've done.
Vengefully, I'm hoping, that the day will quickly come.
So that when your lying on the...
Another day of trying to do the right thing and being accused of doing the wrong.
Of you, speaking your mindless babble while I have to stand, remain stoic and strong.
Of hearing your words without speaking.
Of listening to your pathetic critiquing.
Of wanting to not be the man I am and punch you until your face caves in.
Of feeling so much rage and loathing but having to keep it within.
Someday, you will pay, for all the damage you've done.
Vengefully, I'm hoping, that the day will quickly come.
So that when your lying on the...
335 reads
20 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
13th May 2019 4:11am
13th May 2019 4:11am
Sneakers, Jeans, and a Leather Jacket
Heartbroken like a pussy
Because I wasn’t man enough
To accept it
Well, we all die a thousand
Deaths before we ever really
Know our recourse and we’re
Predisposed to certain
Conditions, and so what?
I do what I do, you don’t approve?
Boohoo
Wild times resulted in
You being a creep
You wonder if you really
Have the juice to break through
You’re getting older and they
Have your ass right where
They wanted…
No Vaseline
I feel like people are just
Smashing keyboards in front
Of me all day...
Because I wasn’t man enough
To accept it
Well, we all die a thousand
Deaths before we ever really
Know our recourse and we’re
Predisposed to certain
Conditions, and so what?
I do what I do, you don’t approve?
Boohoo
Wild times resulted in
You being a creep
You wonder if you really
Have the juice to break through
You’re getting older and they
Have your ass right where
They wanted…
No Vaseline
I feel like people are just
Smashing keyboards in front
Of me all day...
#heartbroken
#death
#fate
#addiction
#masculinity
45 reads
4 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
20th Oct 2018 2:19pm
20th Oct 2018 2:19pm
Purple
Some Days will be Cashmere
Other days a scratchy wool sweater
The devil was sleeping
You awakened him with your aura
Unknown from here
Balance or Armageddon
Thick collars with chains
Make the devil smile
Other days a scratchy wool sweater
The devil was sleeping
You awakened him with your aura
Unknown from here
Balance or Armageddon
Thick collars with chains
Make the devil smile
#devil
#responsibility
139 reads
10 Comments
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