Recent Dark Poems by Members Last Online
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror - Published by DU Poetry members most recently online.
Experiment
Written by db1
Poem Published 30th January 2015 3:15am
Written for a dark themed 31 word challenge by Uma.
Rules below:
micropoetry challenge.. as the title smells, expecting dark themes preferably (sunshine-soft sweats n smokes too r highly welcum though), but stritcly no erotic.
n the simple rules r
max 3 entries per poet
word limit per poem: 31 words or less
any format
new writes of course
title optional (not counted as part of 31, but don't have a lengthy running one i had noticed in few dup poems plz)
winner to be based on the intensity of content build upon n the overall poetic feel
--A...
Rules below:
micropoetry challenge.. as the title smells, expecting dark themes preferably (sunshine-soft sweats n smokes too r highly welcum though), but stritcly no erotic.
n the simple rules r
max 3 entries per poet
word limit per poem: 31 words or less
any format
new writes of course
title optional (not counted as part of 31, but don't have a lengthy running one i had noticed in few dup poems plz)
winner to be based on the intensity of content build upon n the overall poetic feel
--A...
212 reads
1 Comment
STAINED
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
Poem Published 17th June 2017 8:37am
bathed in stained glass
before morning mass
reflections of rain
run down window's pane
unbuckled and open
no words can be spoken
my mouth on his belt
while all else is felt
to them, I am damned
I am what I am
though try as I might
for me, he's the light
the Eucharist's taste
fills the gash in my face
his fingers slide in
forgiving my sin
For God doth loom beyond his son
The highest pow'r, only One
My husband of thy many wives
Who've taken on all of his lives
But I in my...
before morning mass
reflections of rain
run down window's pane
unbuckled and open
no words can be spoken
my mouth on his belt
while all else is felt
to them, I am damned
I am what I am
though try as I might
for me, he's the light
the Eucharist's taste
fills the gash in my face
his fingers slide in
forgiving my sin
For God doth loom beyond his son
The highest pow'r, only One
My husband of thy many wives
Who've taken on all of his lives
But I in my...
70 reads
18 Comments
Training Day 6
Written by Taurek
Poem Published 23rd June 2017 8:04am
She’s in the desert getting fucked
You could be out there dead
For hours
We’re all just trying
To put off
The inevitable
Like when they tell you
No one is really evil
That’s just the Devil
Convincing you
It doesn’t exist
The eyes tell the whole
Sad story
The bitch is from
Out of town
And lying
So when I’m
Lying down
Listening to you
I’m not interested
I’m doing it
For your benefit
And all the monsters
Discovered afterwards
Are just there because
I didn’t have the...
You could be out there dead
For hours
We’re all just trying
To put off
The inevitable
Like when they tell you
No one is really evil
That’s just the Devil
Convincing you
It doesn’t exist
The eyes tell the whole
Sad story
The bitch is from
Out of town
And lying
So when I’m
Lying down
Listening to you
I’m not interested
I’m doing it
For your benefit
And all the monsters
Discovered afterwards
Are just there because
I didn’t have the...
13 reads
0 Comments
DRAG ME DOWN
Written by HadesRising
Poem Published 12th June 2017 3:47am
EXTREME CONTENT
91 reads
2 Comments
Empty
Written by Ahrima
Poem Published 21st June 2017 8:14pm
My body feels light..
I feel so empty tonight..
I feel no love,
but I feel no hate.
I don't feel life.
But no death romes inside my mind.
I dont have a heart..
Or a soul.
I dont have a smile,
But I have no Frown.
I have no happiness,
But I am not sad.
The one thing I do have,
Is a fear...
Of the emptiness.
That no one can cure.
I feel so empty tonight..
I feel no love,
but I feel no hate.
I don't feel life.
But no death romes inside my mind.
I dont have a heart..
Or a soul.
I dont have a smile,
But I have no Frown.
I have no happiness,
But I am not sad.
The one thing I do have,
Is a fear...
Of the emptiness.
That no one can cure.
65 reads
2 Comments
Iranians
Written by LONDON-POETS
Poem Published 23rd March 2017 00:48am
Photo: Terry Waite in the last picture before captivity. January, 20th,1987- Beirut, Lebanon)
It's been a long time since you've been away,
And I hope that you'll be back again,
To see me finally on that day,
Waiting tearfully by the quay.
Chorus:
Are you alive, I wonder?
I don't know whether you'll survive.
Since they took you away,
I can only hope and pray,
That you'll be ok,
Rescued from the Iranians!
I don't know one day from the next,
All the ITN news and all that...
It's been a long time since you've been away,
And I hope that you'll be back again,
To see me finally on that day,
Waiting tearfully by the quay.
Chorus:
Are you alive, I wonder?
I don't know whether you'll survive.
Since they took you away,
I can only hope and pray,
That you'll be ok,
Rescued from the Iranians!
I don't know one day from the next,
All the ITN news and all that...
69 reads
4 Comments
The Railway Children
From rusting railway tracks,
they untangle the suicide from steel wheels.
I can see his socks, orange and blue,
as he’s folded into a body bag.
On the concourse, commuters grumble
and turn clock face to stone.
I think a hearse is gliding towards me -
but all at once, a host of commuters battle for a cab.
In the way silence enters an empty room,
death stole a son, brother and lover
Touch the rails
and touch the neurosis of an edgy City.
I wouldn’t choose to die in such socks.
they untangle the suicide from steel wheels.
I can see his socks, orange and blue,
as he’s folded into a body bag.
On the concourse, commuters grumble
and turn clock face to stone.
I think a hearse is gliding towards me -
but all at once, a host of commuters battle for a cab.
In the way silence enters an empty room,
death stole a son, brother and lover
Touch the rails
and touch the neurosis of an edgy City.
I wouldn’t choose to die in such socks.
26 reads
2 Comments
Coëval
Written by mcjay
Poem Published 12th January 2017 5:38pm
Shoes of the reckless mind eating pets
upon the death of dangerous agony
path undefined upon faults
death simultaneously
forward.
Quantum of Halloween arising over winds
crying old songs of new merchants
trading peace over violence
designing curiosity
eternally.
However mind sings those old melodies
hooked by the pleasure of death
missing some good bodies
buried beneath
clothes.
upon the death of dangerous agony
path undefined upon faults
death simultaneously
forward.
Quantum of Halloween arising over winds
crying old songs of new merchants
trading peace over violence
designing curiosity
eternally.
However mind sings those old melodies
hooked by the pleasure of death
missing some good bodies
buried beneath
clothes.
176 reads
0 Comments
they think i'm a nutcase
Written by takenbykavik1
Poem Published 19th June 2017 10:14pm
cannibalistic clowns will eat your ears well you sleep
man eating bamboo will tear out your eyes if you blink
sushi chefs will peel your skin off with chopsticks
Canadians bash your brains in with a big stick
spirits of the broken will steal your breath if you rest
feral hounds will swallow your lungs if you choke
psychopathic lunatics will cut out your liver if you gloat
sadistic farmers will feed your tongue to their goats
maybe things like this is why they call me a nutcase
maybe things I say is why they call me crazy
maybe it's the way I...
man eating bamboo will tear out your eyes if you blink
sushi chefs will peel your skin off with chopsticks
Canadians bash your brains in with a big stick
spirits of the broken will steal your breath if you rest
feral hounds will swallow your lungs if you choke
psychopathic lunatics will cut out your liver if you gloat
sadistic farmers will feed your tongue to their goats
maybe things like this is why they call me a nutcase
maybe things I say is why they call me crazy
maybe it's the way I...
32 reads
2 Comments
fall the rain
Written by JohnFeddeler
Poem Published 22nd June 2017 4:39pm
can fall the rain?
can rage the trees, that give a hospice
to every weary, wounded bird?
can call the birds by name?
was every road so cobbled & split
was every cloud a bruise upon the sky
was every grassy field parched & withered
was every hill so high
a soldier’s helmet is a crown of thorns
his aches, a spear thrust in his side
full of a minstrel that merely mourns
full of sorrow, but never cried
dismantle the cannon that pocks the land
rip the flag that takes no mends
a thousand miles begins a journey
a...
can rage the trees, that give a hospice
to every weary, wounded bird?
can call the birds by name?
was every road so cobbled & split
was every cloud a bruise upon the sky
was every grassy field parched & withered
was every hill so high
a soldier’s helmet is a crown of thorns
his aches, a spear thrust in his side
full of a minstrel that merely mourns
full of sorrow, but never cried
dismantle the cannon that pocks the land
rip the flag that takes no mends
a thousand miles begins a journey
a...
39 reads
4 Comments
The Asylum of Darkness
Written by Eclipse
Poem Published 14th January 2017 3:04am
Somewhere deep within my mind
There lies an asylum
A place of solitude
Of individuality
A place in which
I have the key to
And myself alone
This is home to
Every dark fantasy
Sinister Desire
And state of being
Which has been segregated
By society
And damned into my
Internal prison
As I stare into the abyss
That takes refuge
Within my mind
I draw forth creative insight
There is safety in the dark
A shameless chamber
A cozy retreat in which
Only I know the coordinates
It...
There lies an asylum
A place of solitude
Of individuality
A place in which
I have the key to
And myself alone
This is home to
Every dark fantasy
Sinister Desire
And state of being
Which has been segregated
By society
And damned into my
Internal prison
As I stare into the abyss
That takes refuge
Within my mind
I draw forth creative insight
There is safety in the dark
A shameless chamber
A cozy retreat in which
Only I know the coordinates
It...
297 reads
8 Comments