Dark Poems by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
Poems written by Top Critiquers
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
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:12am
Yesterday 10:12am
suicidal tendencies
#dark
#death
#suicide
53 reads
15 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
2nd May 2019 1:07pm
2nd May 2019 1:07pm
Paedo Grandad
#father
#abuse
77 reads
21 Comments
hrshykss
Poem Published
1st May 2019 5:50pm
1st May 2019 5:50pm
Jugular
she sat back
three booths in
from the diner door
eyes darting
window to floor
she knew he was coming
he always did
it was the witching hour
on a cold, dark winter’s eve
full crimson lips, cigarette dangling
the cup of joe steamed her angular face
her dark hair pulled back, tight
a black scarf shadowing her electric blues
she snuffed out the smoke
the ashtray brimming
he watched her
barstool diner counter weary
he knew she was looking for him
his guise one of a crumb
she expected a dark suit...
three booths in
from the diner door
eyes darting
window to floor
she knew he was coming
he always did
it was the witching hour
on a cold, dark winter’s eve
full crimson lips, cigarette dangling
the cup of joe steamed her angular face
her dark hair pulled back, tight
a black scarf shadowing her electric blues
she snuffed out the smoke
the ashtray brimming
he watched her
barstool diner counter weary
he knew she was looking for him
his guise one of a crumb
she expected a dark suit...
#jealousy
#dark
#murder #death
#murder #death
90 reads
17 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2019 11:18pm
22nd Mar 2019 11:18pm
Charnel House
Where are we going
when we grow old?
Will we sit in a room
watching life go by
from an Old Folks tomb?
Awaiting the Grim Reaper’s
affections
replacing our pain and
Family rejections……….
Will we pass away the
hours
staring out the window
one day covered in
flowers?
Will we ever come to
realize
need to let go and love
before it’s too late?
(before)
Everyone
wonders
why did
...
when we grow old?
Will we sit in a room
watching life go by
from an Old Folks tomb?
Awaiting the Grim Reaper’s
affections
replacing our pain and
Family rejections……….
Will we pass away the
hours
staring out the window
one day covered in
flowers?
Will we ever come to
realize
need to let go and love
before it’s too late?
(before)
Everyone
wonders
why did
...
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging #graveyard
#aging #graveyard
75 reads
32 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
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
13th Sep 2017 1:34pm
13th Sep 2017 1:34pm
Slippery Slope
I've got every
reason
to live
but
some days
I wouldn't
mind
blowing
my brains
out
while you're
lying
sound asleep
right
next to me.
Just so you
know
the affect
you have
on me
when you're
just
being you
and
lying
right
next to...
reason
to live
but
some days
I wouldn't
mind
blowing
my brains
out
while you're
lying
sound asleep
right
next to me.
Just so you
know
the affect
you have
on me
when you're
just
being you
and
lying
right
next to...
289 reads
6 Comments
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
20th Apr 2019 10:22pm
20th Apr 2019 10:22pm
Don't Let Her Die
A forced smile upon her porcelain face
Soul, so innocent and laden with fear
From blue heavens; tears fell, misplaced
Such burdening sorrows at a tender age Trembling sobs in the light of day or dark
A forced smile upon her porcelain face
A greif pierced heart from unknown fate Forever isolated in her darkest of thoughts From blue heavens; tears fell, misplaced
From convincing words, she had no escape Bile heavily flooding her throat
A forced smile upon her...
Soul, so innocent and laden with fear
From blue heavens; tears fell, misplaced
Such burdening sorrows at a tender age Trembling sobs in the light of day or dark
A forced smile upon her porcelain face
A greif pierced heart from unknown fate Forever isolated in her darkest of thoughts From blue heavens; tears fell, misplaced
From convincing words, she had no escape Bile heavily flooding her throat
A forced smile upon her...
#anxiety
#dark
#mother
#childhood
#death
132 reads
41 Comments
SweetOblivion
Poem Published
21st Apr 2018 10:52pm
21st Apr 2018 10:52pm
beautiful people
Beautiful people may well know defeat,
And suffering, and struggle, and sheer loss,
But they will find their way out of the depths.
These people can appreciate and beat
An understanding of life, that may toss
Compassion in with tears which, yes, once slept.
As does a gentle, deep loving, replete
With sensitivity; concerns at cost
Are put in place: impossibly bereft.
The idea of a humane world may seat
The warring parties, who have raped and crossed
Their Rubicon, with pain so unexpressed.
...
And suffering, and struggle, and sheer loss,
But they will find their way out of the depths.
These people can appreciate and beat
An understanding of life, that may toss
Compassion in with tears which, yes, once slept.
As does a gentle, deep loving, replete
With sensitivity; concerns at cost
Are put in place: impossibly bereft.
The idea of a humane world may seat
The warring parties, who have raped and crossed
Their Rubicon, with pain so unexpressed.
...
#strength
#courage
#relationships #conflict
#relationships #conflict
232 reads
6 Comments
snugglebuck
Poem Published
5th May 2019 1:47am
5th May 2019 1:47am
Homicide is My Life
#dark
#erotic
#murder #mystery
#murder #mystery
79 reads
14 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
8th May 2019 3:16pm
8th May 2019 3:16pm
Order Up
Some people like beef and pork, while others like chicken
They simply don't realize that human flesh is finger fucking licking
Hahaha hang his ass up in the smokehouse after dressing his ass out
No dick or balls will ever touch this fucking mouth
If it has hair on it, then motherfucking skin it
I've got two bitches chained in the basement, that can't wait til I'm back in it
Before the week is over hell the sausage has to get made
But until then we've agreed, the sausage has to get laid
But for now it's back to his ass and packaging him up...
They simply don't realize that human flesh is finger fucking licking
Hahaha hang his ass up in the smokehouse after dressing his ass out
No dick or balls will ever touch this fucking mouth
If it has hair on it, then motherfucking skin it
I've got two bitches chained in the basement, that can't wait til I'm back in it
Before the week is over hell the sausage has to get made
But until then we've agreed, the sausage has to get laid
But for now it's back to his ass and packaging him up...
#dark
#death
#evil #food
#evil #food
79 reads
14 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:01pm
Yesterday 2:01pm
Death Is A Pedophile
Death
Tip toes
Like a pedophile
Creeping
Dangerous
With dark intent
Smells
Broken souls
Like sweet perfume
Evil seducer
With
An icy touch
The innocents
Are such
Easy prey
Tastes fear
In that
Last breath
Tip toes
Like a pedophile
Creeping
Dangerous
With dark intent
Smells
Broken souls
Like sweet perfume
Evil seducer
With
An icy touch
The innocents
Are such
Easy prey
Tastes fear
In that
Last breath
#dark
#death
26 reads
8 Comments
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