Dark Poems by Top Critiquers
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror written by the DU Poetry top critiquers
(members who have given lots of useful comments to other poets this month)
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...
19 reads
2 Comments
'Scarred-Harlot...'
Written by Poetikmind
Poem Published 13th June 2017 8:25pm
She,
such a
pitiful mess
hollow, she'd wallow
within her sunken breast
A cusp,
that gust of
wind flew by hope...
Dredging
up those scheming
'life freeing' demons again
Addicted
to the exuberant fall,
this fiend-next rises
transfixed on the HIGH-rising...
such a
pitiful mess
hollow, she'd wallow
within her sunken breast
A cusp,
that gust of
wind flew by hope...
Dredging
up those scheming
'life freeing' demons again
Addicted
to the exuberant fall,
this fiend-next rises
transfixed on the HIGH-rising...
83 reads
20 Comments
DRAG ME DOWN
Written by HadesRising
Poem Published 12th June 2017 3:47am
EXTREME CONTENT
88 reads
2 Comments
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...
69 reads
18 Comments
Life's Perspective
Written by Ghost223
Poem Published 7th June 2017 3:20pm
I stopped.
I began to revolve around the thing that changed me.
I became the only thing you didn’t want.
You thought more of him.
The man you despise.
My exact opposite.
You wanted to get rid of me.
You were too afraid.
You wanted to keep your friends.
I’m your friend too.
I can bring bad things sometimes, but I bring good things too.
I know you hate me now, but please don’t make me leave.
Don’t make me leave.
There’s so much we haven’t done together.
I thought you’d continue to cherish me.
But screw it.
It’s...
I began to revolve around the thing that changed me.
I became the only thing you didn’t want.
You thought more of him.
The man you despise.
My exact opposite.
You wanted to get rid of me.
You were too afraid.
You wanted to keep your friends.
I’m your friend too.
I can bring bad things sometimes, but I bring good things too.
I know you hate me now, but please don’t make me leave.
Don’t make me leave.
There’s so much we haven’t done together.
I thought you’d continue to cherish me.
But screw it.
It’s...
44 reads
1 Comment
Addictions
Written by CinnamonandCyanide
Poem Published 7th June 2017 00:41am
She's addicted to nicotine patches...
She's afraid of ghosts in the dark.
Haunting hallways of a house where
forgotten voices scream behind layers
of peeling wallpaper and tear at the
edges of her twisted perception.
She's unsure which one is the lifeline,
but she traces her palm and reads
bones like they're braille... if only
to reassure herself she's still here.
She turns page after tattered page in the
...
She's afraid of ghosts in the dark.
Haunting hallways of a house where
forgotten voices scream behind layers
of peeling wallpaper and tear at the
edges of her twisted perception.
She's unsure which one is the lifeline,
but she traces her palm and reads
bones like they're braille... if only
to reassure herself she's still here.
She turns page after tattered page in the
...
49 reads
2 Comments
Terrible Young People Who Are Big on Social Media
Written by Taurek
Poem Published 21st June 2017 8:55am
This is where I just
Put it out there
And you can feel any type
Of way you want
I don’t care
I just do it
I see this guy
For the clown he is
And just accept it
Why did that line
Feel just like
An 80s movie
Based in Miami-Dade?
Because I’m not sure
I wanna be around
You people right now
Because I’m an alcoholic
Right now
And I can’t look you
In the eye
Your heroes live
Just long enough
To disappoint you
And the hero
Shouldn’t be someone ...
Put it out there
And you can feel any type
Of way you want
I don’t care
I just do it
I see this guy
For the clown he is
And just accept it
Why did that line
Feel just like
An 80s movie
Based in Miami-Dade?
Because I’m not sure
I wanna be around
You people right now
Because I’m an alcoholic
Right now
And I can’t look you
In the eye
Your heroes live
Just long enough
To disappoint you
And the hero
Shouldn’t be someone ...
31 reads
4 Comments
"I love you"
I love you”
I said to my limb-cutting blade
As I cut,
Cut away at my wrists.
At my wrists,
Blood was spewed,
On my shirt,
Stead’ly pouring,
Pouring out,
Out my body
Forevermore.
As I took my last breath,
As I wept my last cry,
I looked up,
Up I looked,
Way up high at the sky.
And why? I don’t know,
Why I looked up that high.
Maybe it was a plea,
A plea to Heaven up high,
To spare my family’s pain
And my own pain, the same.
With the knife in my heart,
And my soul,
Scarring...
I said to my limb-cutting blade
As I cut,
Cut away at my wrists.
At my wrists,
Blood was spewed,
On my shirt,
Stead’ly pouring,
Pouring out,
Out my body
Forevermore.
As I took my last breath,
As I wept my last cry,
I looked up,
Up I looked,
Way up high at the sky.
And why? I don’t know,
Why I looked up that high.
Maybe it was a plea,
A plea to Heaven up high,
To spare my family’s pain
And my own pain, the same.
With the knife in my heart,
And my soul,
Scarring...
62 reads
6 Comments
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