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)
David_Macleod
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:17pm
Yesterday 6:17pm
YOU - - - -for the ‘Unfriended Comp’
You were my best friend, but:
You fucked my wife
You humped my daughter
You killed my eldest boy
You killed both my parents
And my grandparents
You stole and wrecked my car
You sank my boat
You got me fired from my job
You took all my money
You fire bombed my house
Killing everyone left
Except me and my dog
You did all this and like a fool
I forgave you for everything
We stayed the best of friends
This time you’ve gone too far
For every man has his limits
Every man has a line in the...
You fucked my wife
You humped my daughter
You killed my eldest boy
You killed both my parents
And my grandparents
You stole and wrecked my car
You sank my boat
You got me fired from my job
You took all my money
You fire bombed my house
Killing everyone left
Except me and my dog
You did all this and like a fool
I forgave you for everything
We stayed the best of friends
This time you’ve gone too far
For every man has his limits
Every man has a line in the...
22 reads
17 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
Today 5:26am
Today 5:26am
Her Rose Stained Hands
In the bosom of the mountain calling
A foreign spirit forced to crawling
Women swarm the fire of her hand
Burning brighter under cursed command
She sends the northern deserts rain
She spreads her dress to stake her claim
And with a whisper of her breath
The demons rise to answer death
And all her sisters gather around
They talk to trees and trample the holy ground
Sing your songs to her alone
Bow to her terrestrial throne
For in their circle they make a stance
The witches perform their religious dance
The...
A foreign spirit forced to crawling
Women swarm the fire of her hand
Burning brighter under cursed command
She sends the northern deserts rain
She spreads her dress to stake her claim
And with a whisper of her breath
The demons rise to answer death
And all her sisters gather around
They talk to trees and trample the holy ground
Sing your songs to her alone
Bow to her terrestrial throne
For in their circle they make a stance
The witches perform their religious dance
The...
10 reads
0 Comments
Jadedembers
Poem Published
Today 4:25am
Today 4:25am
Calm Before The Storm
They laced my tears with pain.
They fall unwanted onto my lips.
Soaking into my skin.
Flowing within my blood.
Hitting my brain, and making it race.
Filling my mouth with cotton.
Sewing my lips shut.
Blinding my eyes as it follows its destructive path.
Left sore from the strain if fighting back.
It then goes for your soul.
While your too weak to care.
Torturing it with fire.
Making you go numb.
It's the calm before the storm.
They fall unwanted onto my lips.
Soaking into my skin.
Flowing within my blood.
Hitting my brain, and making it race.
Filling my mouth with cotton.
Sewing my lips shut.
Blinding my eyes as it follows its destructive path.
Left sore from the strain if fighting back.
It then goes for your soul.
While your too weak to care.
Torturing it with fire.
Making you go numb.
It's the calm before the storm.
16 reads
1 Comment
GlassEmerald
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:00am
Yesterday 1:00am
Night Crawler (collaboration with Michael Angelo)
redistribution increasing
a night crawler
tangible
bronze rimmed eyes
amber
ought to checkered tiles
Hair dark as night
Undulating
Like a river through my soul
the dark corridors of reflective withered
caricature that has a sunrise
I can survive
And have survived
In uninhabitable spaces
and yours is the one
I would willingly
and selflessly endure
a night crawler
tangible
bronze rimmed eyes
amber
ought to checkered tiles
Hair dark as night
Undulating
Like a river through my soul
the dark corridors of reflective withered
caricature that has a sunrise
I can survive
And have survived
In uninhabitable spaces
and yours is the one
I would willingly
and selflessly endure
32 reads
5 Comments
AtoMikbomb
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 10:21pm
21st Aug 2017 10:21pm
Sine Infinitas
Were I vampiric
Quenching deathly devoir in only sociopath...
-Blood-
Milking veins restrictedly rigid
By lives of antagonism
My glut would doubtless
Scale deathless
Sailing the endless fringe
A sin beyond even...
Outmost stars
Quenching deathly devoir in only sociopath...
-Blood-
Milking veins restrictedly rigid
By lives of antagonism
My glut would doubtless
Scale deathless
Sailing the endless fringe
A sin beyond even...
Outmost stars
11 reads
2 Comments
Fillenatrix
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 11:04am
15th Aug 2017 11:04am
Cyber Sculptor of Toys
Cyber sculptor of toys
Dance dance,
You're my puppet on a string.
When I cut you loose I
Won't
Feel anything,
Because I still have my
Real boys.
Cut you loose
Into my emotional fire.
You'll burn
And keep me warm,
It's all you're good for.
I'm the one who carved you,
Painted rosy cheeks and
Smiles on blank wood.
You can only move when I want you to.
Dance dance,
You're my puppet on a string.
I'm the master behind the computer screen.
Dance dance,
You're my puppet on a string.
When I cut you loose I
Won't
Feel anything,
Because I still have my
Real boys.
Cut you loose
Into my emotional fire.
You'll burn
And keep me warm,
It's all you're good for.
I'm the one who carved you,
Painted rosy cheeks and
Smiles on blank wood.
You can only move when I want you to.
Dance dance,
You're my puppet on a string.
I'm the master behind the computer screen.
32 reads
7 Comments
archetype23
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:17am
Yesterday 10:17am
MY SPECIAL PLACE
I have never killed another living being
Never.
Ever.
I find it much more fulfilling
to put them in a position where they are begging
to kill themselves
murder is an amateur's offering.
Torture is king.
There's a place that I go to meditate
to contemplate hate and my enemy's fate
Deep, deep down, deep underground
to a place where nobody else has found
Where screams flow out in an endless stream
within dreams within dreams within dreams
when no one else is around in my face
just you and I alone in my special place. ...
Never.
Ever.
I find it much more fulfilling
to put them in a position where they are begging
to kill themselves
murder is an amateur's offering.
Torture is king.
There's a place that I go to meditate
to contemplate hate and my enemy's fate
Deep, deep down, deep underground
to a place where nobody else has found
Where screams flow out in an endless stream
within dreams within dreams within dreams
when no one else is around in my face
just you and I alone in my special place. ...
18 reads
2 Comments
frightjimmy
Poem Published
10th Aug 2017 7:29pm
10th Aug 2017 7:29pm
Wino Surrealism II
Regiments of dream needles
Centuries of the wild men
Hordes of swindlers and dikes
Show me the roads with rows of pikes
and severed heads impaled
regale us, tattered bard,
with slavers’ tales and the woes
of ravished maidens, murdered.
Beauty surrounds us everywhere
and the birds sing like far off stars
So we must dissolve it all with acid tears
and begin again, begin again,
begin again once more.
Centuries of the wild men
Hordes of swindlers and dikes
Show me the roads with rows of pikes
and severed heads impaled
regale us, tattered bard,
with slavers’ tales and the woes
of ravished maidens, murdered.
Beauty surrounds us everywhere
and the birds sing like far off stars
So we must dissolve it all with acid tears
and begin again, begin again,
begin again once more.
24 reads
1 Comment
HadesRising
Poem Published
Today 4:51am
Today 4:51am
GOSPEL OF DEVILMENT
Spit the blood
It tastes of God
Putrid with
His guilty shit
Less than all
Before the fall
Foot the bill
Of empty will
No one thought to look for the hounds
Deep in burial shrouds
The wolves come out to howl
At cemeteries underground
Drive the stake
Into the grave
Hearts denied
Heavenly crimes
Plastered stains
Of blood drenched dreams
Til the last
With shotgun blasts
Blind my eyes, I don’t want to see
What has been done to me
Gasp as I die inside
As all my scars are brought to...
It tastes of God
Putrid with
His guilty shit
Less than all
Before the fall
Foot the bill
Of empty will
No one thought to look for the hounds
Deep in burial shrouds
The wolves come out to howl
At cemeteries underground
Drive the stake
Into the grave
Hearts denied
Heavenly crimes
Plastered stains
Of blood drenched dreams
Til the last
With shotgun blasts
Blind my eyes, I don’t want to see
What has been done to me
Gasp as I die inside
As all my scars are brought to...
6 reads
0 Comments
viveakastone666
Poem Published
27th Jul 2017 12:31pm
27th Jul 2017 12:31pm
DIRTY SWINE.
I arrive at his house I depart off the dirty bus
Don’t want to draw attention, don’t want to make a fuss
I must be as discreet as I can
If I want to successfully carry off my plan
I pace the street up and down
I can’t wait to set eyes upon John Brown
I stand outside his address
His garden is unkempt, a total mess
I look up at the window and I am almost certain
Someone is watching me from behind the curtain
I walk slowly up and down
How do I introduce myself to John Brown?
After ten minutes of pacing and stroking my chin
I decide...
Don’t want to draw attention, don’t want to make a fuss
I must be as discreet as I can
If I want to successfully carry off my plan
I pace the street up and down
I can’t wait to set eyes upon John Brown
I stand outside his address
His garden is unkempt, a total mess
I look up at the window and I am almost certain
Someone is watching me from behind the curtain
I walk slowly up and down
How do I introduce myself to John Brown?
After ten minutes of pacing and stroking my chin
I decide...
27 reads
2 Comments
Marks
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 8:30pm
15th Aug 2017 8:30pm
The Way To Me
Mental exercises
Planes of existence...
Added and subtracted as called for
Epic journeys never fail
Tricks to disturb my rivals and my enemies
I cease to exist...
I cease from wanderings...
So complex... indeed
The so-called false mind
My own image
Falling into a black hole
Fading away
The change...
The change and the expansion ...
of my consciousness
The way to me ...
must not be one ... anyone can follow ...
must not be one ... anyone can feel
... ... ... ...
Planes of existence...
Added and subtracted as called for
Epic journeys never fail
Tricks to disturb my rivals and my enemies
I cease to exist...
I cease from wanderings...
So complex... indeed
The so-called false mind
My own image
Falling into a black hole
Fading away
The change...
The change and the expansion ...
of my consciousness
The way to me ...
must not be one ... anyone can follow ...
must not be one ... anyone can feel
... ... ... ...
28 reads
2 Comments
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