Dark Poems by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
Poems written by Top Critiquers
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
Today 2:54pm
Today 2:54pm
Hangman's Noose
the dagger in your silence
talked to me of madness
it whispered of black crows laughing
they were gathering in mass
to pick the bones clean from my genie in a bottle
to rape her thoughts and claim them for their own
a witness to my schizophrenic genius
you took notes
jotted them on your sunrise of doubt
hidden in my sweater were ghosts of the morrow
I saw my doom as I rose to greet the stars
they would see me naked in the flaccid rain
with a critics glare
you wrote down an old song
on a derelict's...
talked to me of madness
it whispered of black crows laughing
they were gathering in mass
to pick the bones clean from my genie in a bottle
to rape her thoughts and claim them for their own
a witness to my schizophrenic genius
you took notes
jotted them on your sunrise of doubt
hidden in my sweater were ghosts of the morrow
I saw my doom as I rose to greet the stars
they would see me naked in the flaccid rain
with a critics glare
you wrote down an old song
on a derelict's...
#dark
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
40 reads
3 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
Today 7:29pm
Today 7:29pm
Mercy
Another bar and femme fatale
A seductress after a few drinks
He wavers, tosses in the towel
She is more fatal than he thinks
She drags him to her dingy room
And shoves him to the single bed
Again he has that sense of doom
An inkling he will end up dead
She says that it has been a while
Reluctant to produce her knife
Her dry spell snuffed, a gorgeous smile
She will allow this man some life.
A seductress after a few drinks
He wavers, tosses in the towel
She is more fatal than he thinks
She drags him to her dingy room
And shoves him to the single bed
Again he has that sense of doom
An inkling he will end up dead
She says that it has been a while
Reluctant to produce her knife
Her dry spell snuffed, a gorgeous smile
She will allow this man some life.
#dark
#sex
#murder
22 reads
3 Comments
snugglebuck
Poem Published
14th Dec 2018 7:38pm
14th Dec 2018 7:38pm
Dead Poets
A visual write.
#dark
#death
#graveyard
26 reads
2 Comments
Timagination543
Poem Published
10th Dec 2018 2:18am
10th Dec 2018 2:18am
I hate death
It seems like such a shame...
all that laughter, conversation,
hanging out.
Now he's just lowered into the ground
like a basket of rotting bread.
I hate death.
He's so selfish.
all that laughter, conversation,
hanging out.
Now he's just lowered into the ground
like a basket of rotting bread.
I hate death.
He's so selfish.
#death
42 reads
6 Comments
Commentonly
Poem Published
13th Dec 2018 11:18am
13th Dec 2018 11:18am
Road Trip, Aspiring To Escape The Mould
Midnight slinks on the clawed paws
of a black cat
the air is hollow
as if entombed in echoes
each step full of nightingales
waiting to sing out
chirrup escapee, escapee
I wake my son gently from a small boys slumber
whisper,
“Josh, josh
it’s time to go
shhhhhh, stay quiet
it’s a secret”
I try to rub sleep from my eyes
as his arms wrap around my neck
my wounds scream
they begin to weep
the flavour of dread
sweet as tooth decay
tangs the air
blood...
of a black cat
the air is hollow
as if entombed in echoes
each step full of nightingales
waiting to sing out
chirrup escapee, escapee
I wake my son gently from a small boys slumber
whisper,
“Josh, josh
it’s time to go
shhhhhh, stay quiet
it’s a secret”
I try to rub sleep from my eyes
as his arms wrap around my neck
my wounds scream
they begin to weep
the flavour of dread
sweet as tooth decay
tangs the air
blood...
#sadness
#hope
#courage
#shame
#despair
38 reads
6 Comments
marina2020
Poem Published
13th Dec 2018 4:17am
13th Dec 2018 4:17am
One Moment Changed It All
I sat on the couch
right next to my mom
my sis on the other one
eyes glued to the tv
the next thing I knew
mom yelled "put the gun down"
as she ran to my dad
and took the gun from his hand
He was going to go outside
and.......
I can't finish that sentence
I can't comprehend
I'm thinking too much
It had to be the alcohol
I can't get all these what ifs
out of my head
right next to my mom
my sis on the other one
eyes glued to the tv
the next thing I knew
mom yelled "put the gun down"
as she ran to my dad
and took the gun from his hand
He was going to go outside
and.......
I can't finish that sentence
I can't comprehend
I'm thinking too much
It had to be the alcohol
I can't get all these what ifs
out of my head
#sadness
#dark
#father
#family
#suicide
24 reads
2 Comments
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