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.
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
Today 1:29am
Today 1:29am
Forgive
I’m trying, of course, to forgive.
Not just for you, perhaps,
but also because I can’t concentrate
with my throat in your hands.
How do I love someone like you?
How can I call, with pure clarity,
the name of “dad” to you?
The terror’s there, but no pity.
I know I might destroy you with
not fists but unkind words.
With well-placed and effective truth
spun out in dark and artful ways.
That I could call you the destroyer and
so crush what might have been a grace,
a mercy in retirement, an end.
But I’m...
Not just for you, perhaps,
but also because I can’t concentrate
with my throat in your hands.
How do I love someone like you?
How can I call, with pure clarity,
the name of “dad” to you?
The terror’s there, but no pity.
I know I might destroy you with
not fists but unkind words.
With well-placed and effective truth
spun out in dark and artful ways.
That I could call you the destroyer and
so crush what might have been a grace,
a mercy in retirement, an end.
But I’m...
#childhood
#abuse
#fatherhood #DomesticViolence
#fatherhood #DomesticViolence
31 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
27th Jun 2022 3:48pm
27th Jun 2022 3:48pm
Dear Johnny Corncobb,
When your rustic hate is on display...
YOU ARE THE TERRORIST
Good people wish would go away
To learn to play a different way
Or search for love you clearly missed
When your rustic hate was on display
Back in the hateful rustic day
When your bullets became doom grist
Good people wished would go away
Since heaven has no hell to pay
Until with anger you enlist
When your rustic hate is on display,
Like your fetish rifle array,
Because your mind is in the twist
Good people wish would go away
And never return...
YOU ARE THE TERRORIST
Good people wish would go away
To learn to play a different way
Or search for love you clearly missed
When your rustic hate was on display
Back in the hateful rustic day
When your bullets became doom grist
Good people wished would go away
Since heaven has no hell to pay
Until with anger you enlist
When your rustic hate is on display,
Like your fetish rifle array,
Because your mind is in the twist
Good people wish would go away
And never return...
#grief
#frustration
#despair
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2022 1:11am
22nd Jun 2022 1:11am
Fear
You led yourself down here
amongst the darkened reeds,
to snatch the cold immersion
and breath it into being.
Speech won't drop its flare
the corners here still crawl,
tell yourself a summers day
as the night eats out your eyes.
You led yourself down here
in tangled clumps of hair,
to feel the weight of mud
and dare to shape its face.
Footsteps fast behind you
race home on rain soaked streets,
dragged nails inside a wardrobe
as silence hears a heart beat.
You led yourself down here.
...
amongst the darkened reeds,
to snatch the cold immersion
and breath it into being.
Speech won't drop its flare
the corners here still crawl,
tell yourself a summers day
as the night eats out your eyes.
You led yourself down here
in tangled clumps of hair,
to feel the weight of mud
and dare to shape its face.
Footsteps fast behind you
race home on rain soaked streets,
dragged nails inside a wardrobe
as silence hears a heart beat.
You led yourself down here.
...
#dark
74 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
21st Feb 2022 8:09am
21st Feb 2022 8:09am
Dotted Eye
The most closeness
To
Nothingness
Having nothing
&
Everything
In
A
Formless form
Of
Maelstrom
In
Strings – Singing
Beautiful
Things
In
Rings – Ringing
Residual
Encircled
In
Circles
Spiraled
In
Spirals
In chords imbued with dreams of...
To
Nothingness
Having nothing
&
Everything
In
A
Formless form
Of
Maelstrom
In
Strings – Singing
Beautiful
Things
In
Rings – Ringing
Residual
Encircled
In
Circles
Spiraled
In
Spirals
In chords imbued with dreams of...
#shadows
130 reads
4 Comments
stevenyprince
alysha
alysha
Poem Published
31st May 2020 8:41am
31st May 2020 8:41am
gravity always wins
I'm a hunk of concrete sinking into the mud of deceit.
would you save my seat
at the table of belief?
I don't have any preferences
I don't care what I eat.
would you save my seat
at the table of belief?
I don't have any preferences
I don't care what I eat.
#depression
#lies
#deception
281 reads
3 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
21st Aug 2013 2:28pm
21st Aug 2013 2:28pm
Radio Silence
(After Robert Browning)
During the day
racing from one conviction
to the next
with your texting
your blogging
your twittering
I ask who you are talking to
and you say no one
but all this typing is going on
that's talking to someone
and you say you are tweeting.
It is fucking amazing
how we can parse things out
so that it is not it
but rather it
of a very specific
other variety of it
but not exactly
since it here
is not it there
and so the omission
is permissible.
Well,...
During the day
racing from one conviction
to the next
with your texting
your blogging
your twittering
I ask who you are talking to
and you say no one
but all this typing is going on
that's talking to someone
and you say you are tweeting.
It is fucking amazing
how we can parse things out
so that it is not it
but rather it
of a very specific
other variety of it
but not exactly
since it here
is not it there
and so the omission
is permissible.
Well,...
693 reads
6 Comments
michaelslove2
Poem Published
12th Jun 2022 8:25am
12th Jun 2022 8:25am
The Fog
The Fog
Tonight is the night of the fog.
It always comes this time each year.
The people lock themselves inside
and pray to God that HE will hear.
The people have tried to get away.
It seems to follow, they are its prey
as one by one they disappear.
Every year a year of fear.
And now the fog is crawling in.
From it screams are heard, trapped souls within.
Mothers hold their children tight.
Fathers watch it close in sight.
How far away sounds the church bell!
Does prayer escape? 'Tis hard...
Tonight is the night of the fog.
It always comes this time each year.
The people lock themselves inside
and pray to God that HE will hear.
The people have tried to get away.
It seems to follow, they are its prey
as one by one they disappear.
Every year a year of fear.
And now the fog is crawling in.
From it screams are heard, trapped souls within.
Mothers hold their children tight.
Fathers watch it close in sight.
How far away sounds the church bell!
Does prayer escape? 'Tis hard...
#dark
#scary
#horror
29 reads
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averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 9:33am
27th Nov 2021 9:33am
Haunted
Haunted
I can't believe it was so cheap, the budget just matched with mine, all these rooms at this price, it's old but it's quite devine
I put the key in the lock, the door seemed heavy and quite stiff, I forced it to open wide, it had that old house whiff
I opened all the windows, I made sure all the curtains were opened wide, but I just had a strange feeling, a gnawing deep inside
It felt like I was not alone, there was a presence of pending doom, no matter where I went it followed me, in each and every room
When I took a shower,...
I can't believe it was so cheap, the budget just matched with mine, all these rooms at this price, it's old but it's quite devine
I put the key in the lock, the door seemed heavy and quite stiff, I forced it to open wide, it had that old house whiff
I opened all the windows, I made sure all the curtains were opened wide, but I just had a strange feeling, a gnawing deep inside
It felt like I was not alone, there was a presence of pending doom, no matter where I went it followed me, in each and every room
When I took a shower,...
#dark
#scary
#fear
333 reads
2 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
28th Jun 2022 8:25pm
28th Jun 2022 8:25pm
Festival
Lost in the deep
Hissing off the pages
Summoned the pain
Out poured fiery hatred
It consumed life
Eyes showed me their faces
It struck at night
Heart locked in the basement
I was so amused
Struck frostbitten and worn
Revenge cold yet so warm
As it devoured my wounds
Hissing off the pages
Summoned the pain
Out poured fiery hatred
It consumed life
Eyes showed me their faces
It struck at night
Heart locked in the basement
I was so amused
Struck frostbitten and worn
Revenge cold yet so warm
As it devoured my wounds
#dark
#confessional
#SelfReflection #revenge
#SelfReflection #revenge
33 reads
0 Comments
johnnyscarlotti
Poem Published
Today 00:15am
Today 00:15am
watch
#memories
#SelfReflection
#choices
5 reads
0 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
24th Feb 2022 10:12pm
24th Feb 2022 10:12pm
the (un)great(ful) reset
screams
still the night
tears locked
unlatch
hopeless with the night
terror trenched
with the thistle
scars bleeding out
in real time we are
the ruins
the rumble in the distance
our demise
still the night
tears locked
unlatch
hopeless with the night
terror trenched
with the thistle
scars bleeding out
in real time we are
the ruins
the rumble in the distance
our demise
#sadness
#hate
#war
141 reads
8 Comments
Keilani
Poem Published
9th Nov 2021 10:11pm
9th Nov 2021 10:11pm
Chicanery
Believing something
we should let fly
we become our own
enemy
Trickery and sorcery
may script our mind
play in dark shades
against clarity’s shine
When deception creeps in
crafty Dolos arrives
and triumphs again
‘til bravely we dive
more deeply
into Psyche’s truth
and ferocity
we should let fly
we become our own
enemy
Trickery and sorcery
may script our mind
play in dark shades
against clarity’s shine
When deception creeps in
crafty Dolos arrives
and triumphs again
‘til bravely we dive
more deeply
into Psyche’s truth
and ferocity
#humankind
128 reads
2 Comments
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