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
14th Jun 2019 11:28pm
14th Jun 2019 11:28pm
Quoth tha DaDa, evermore
metaphorical metafours
for ( some reason)
confuscian twilight
time
again ?
A Universal(ly)
twinkle wink o me eye
while darkness (dis)appears
wit all this
finality ,
then mornin’ rise’n
as if...
for ( some reason)
confuscian twilight
time
again ?
A Universal(ly)
twinkle wink o me eye
while darkness (dis)appears
wit all this
finality ,
then mornin’ rise’n
as if...
#dark
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#admiration
#respect
342 reads
25 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
29th Oct 2019 7:17pm
29th Oct 2019 7:17pm
WHEN DARKNESS CALLS
FROM PSYCHEDELIC IMAGES THAT PLAY GAMES WITH THE MIND LAYS LAYERS OF DESTINATION, YET UNKNOWN WERE LOGIC HOLDS NO INTEREST BUT YET, IT UNFOLDS THE MERE IMAGINATION AS IT HEIGHTENS OUR SENSES TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHICH WAY WE SHOULD WE GO. For as darkness swirls through unseen intensify emotions rubble through the darkness penetrating through our minds grabbing our soul, yet still fragile undulated by mere energy that we cant even control as the chemistry of mix vibrations hit the disengagements of our emotions that we must let go, as darkness swirls off the walls becoming nothing more than...
#dark
#death
#confusion
#nightmares
#curse
73 reads
2 Comments
butters
Poem Published
29th Oct 2019 5:30pm
29th Oct 2019 5:30pm
3.10 a.m
she kneels astride
him slightly stiff and cooling slowly
vitality's soft aftertaste still lingering on his skin
and eyes that shine
wet with unshed tears and
staring staring
straight at her
such passivity such calm
no spoken word to break the harm of sin
and so begin
raising arms above her head
a sacrificial hymn
then lowering quite slowly first
uncertain of resistance to be met
a dimple-ing
a pressing down and in
bone to bone and
skin to
skin
no gush of blood to spoil the rush ...
him slightly stiff and cooling slowly
vitality's soft aftertaste still lingering on his skin
and eyes that shine
wet with unshed tears and
staring staring
straight at her
such passivity such calm
no spoken word to break the harm of sin
and so begin
raising arms above her head
a sacrificial hymn
then lowering quite slowly first
uncertain of resistance to be met
a dimple-ing
a pressing down and in
bone to bone and
skin to
skin
no gush of blood to spoil the rush ...
#dark
#motivational
#sacrifice
39 reads
8 Comments
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 11:44am
10th Nov 2019 11:44am
tom{s}orrows
.........
i silently watch as raven shadows eclipse the sun clad day, stealing a fresh mornings every last ray from me.
the keeper to my grave of "used to be's" emerges, resurrecting lapsed times in my lamented mind
the residual of my soul and self cower amongst the crumbling walls of "once upon a time's"
wallpaper thin vulnerabilities; raw and exposed, pressed in the futile corners of unrelentless cold
upon my seat of briary thorns and shards of glass, " the many...
i silently watch as raven shadows eclipse the sun clad day, stealing a fresh mornings every last ray from me.
the keeper to my grave of "used to be's" emerges, resurrecting lapsed times in my lamented mind
the residual of my soul and self cower amongst the crumbling walls of "once upon a time's"
wallpaper thin vulnerabilities; raw and exposed, pressed in the futile corners of unrelentless cold
upon my seat of briary thorns and shards of glass, " the many...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#emptiness
#metaphor
120 reads
21 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2019 9:38pm
3rd Oct 2019 9:38pm
When The Monsters Came
everything you feared balled up in the fist of your solar plexus didn't exist within some nebulus nexus of your imagination, but rather in the mist.
For they are one and the same.
For they are one and the same.
#anxiety
#dark
#monsters
#ShortStory
#StephenKing
155 reads
16 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 8:46pm
11th Nov 2019 8:46pm
Shadowblind
Diplomacy or tyranny, My Queen
Blind to all your darkness, it would seem
Paint your palette white and true
Mirror, mirror, isn't you
Sticky fingers, pointing back are three
In the cauldron boils your bitter heart
Third eye plucked, you can not see your part,
Pedestals ride horses high;
Kettles black and your time's nigh
Janus, which one is your real facade?
Hexs cast in umbrage shed no light, ...
Blind to all your darkness, it would seem
Paint your palette white and true
Mirror, mirror, isn't you
Sticky fingers, pointing back are three
In the cauldron boils your bitter heart
Third eye plucked, you can not see your part,
Pedestals ride horses high;
Kettles black and your time's nigh
Janus, which one is your real facade?
Hexs cast in umbrage shed no light, ...
#love
#magic
#healing #curse
#healing #curse
83 reads
9 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:05pm
Yesterday 4:05pm
through the wormhole
subliminally I talk to you
arousing your lusts
yes I can see you
in my mind's eye watching every nuance
I'm very expressive...you know me
manipulating the very air around me
calling on the aether to obey
bending time so I can stay and play longer
I'm a Vixen of old
no one can control me
my attention is diverted
but my forces are always at work
I collapsed the void and loosed it
it's always been me and you knew it
no court will hold me accountable
crimes against humanity
I say prove it
...
arousing your lusts
yes I can see you
in my mind's eye watching every nuance
I'm very expressive...you know me
manipulating the very air around me
calling on the aether to obey
bending time so I can stay and play longer
I'm a Vixen of old
no one can control me
my attention is diverted
but my forces are always at work
I collapsed the void and loosed it
it's always been me and you knew it
no court will hold me accountable
crimes against humanity
I say prove it
...
#dark
#universe
#aliens
34 reads
6 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
30th Oct 2019 4:36pm
30th Oct 2019 4:36pm
Tales
And
dead men
tell no tales…
This is not true.
Returning as ghosts
they front the T.V News
telling a m a z i n g stories
which strangely people still believe
despite the much evidence
they are tales written by
the puppet-masters
who control them
from beyond
the grave-
yard.
dead men
tell no tales…
This is not true.
Returning as ghosts
they front the T.V News
telling a m a z i n g stories
which strangely people still believe
despite the much evidence
they are tales written by
the puppet-masters
who control them
from beyond
the grave-
yard.
#technology
#death
#graveyard
89 reads
16 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
4th Aug 2017 12:04pm
4th Aug 2017 12:04pm
Death Of Romance.
Death upon my
fingertips tracing a
cheek that blushes,
seeing crimson blood
hopelessly rushing this
is not a romantic poem,
oh I know & seen how
much you've dreamed
and desired them though,
I feel the feelings flittering
and scattering on every
delicate limb and bone,
I am the blood red rose
cut down at the stem &
never made the growth.
fingertips tracing a
cheek that blushes,
seeing crimson blood
hopelessly rushing this
is not a romantic poem,
oh I know & seen how
much you've dreamed
and desired them though,
I feel the feelings flittering
and scattering on every
delicate limb and bone,
I am the blood red rose
cut down at the stem &
never made the growth.
253 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 3:01am
16th Nov 2019 3:01am
Merging
Hahaha you think that you know submission, but don't know what submission is
Playing games of torture and torment, but imagine this as a way you truly living
Pleasure through pain, pain seeking pleasure, a fractured arm falling from the crib
A few more falls add up to a broken jaw and two broken ribs
Deprivation suits, imagine forced deprivation being three and locked in a closet
You're so fucking scared and all of hell knows it
One by one they come to visit you all through out the night
By the time Satan visits he's like a ray of sunlight
...
Playing games of torture and torment, but imagine this as a way you truly living
Pleasure through pain, pain seeking pleasure, a fractured arm falling from the crib
A few more falls add up to a broken jaw and two broken ribs
Deprivation suits, imagine forced deprivation being three and locked in a closet
You're so fucking scared and all of hell knows it
One by one they come to visit you all through out the night
By the time Satan visits he's like a ray of sunlight
...
#dark
#abuse
#bullying #evil
#bullying #evil
46 reads
3 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
145 reads
32 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
9th Aug 2019 4:29am
9th Aug 2019 4:29am
Somnambulist
Awake sweet dreamer
Your unrest is at an end
No longer will you hide behind your hazy mist covered sheer
Your sadness has outgrown its sphere
Whilst you have chosen to be mute
The universe has given it a voice you will not/can not silence
Tears of sorrow hidden behind your veil will rain down
To wash away the hurt and sate the thirst of your ruptured soul
Ethereal you appear, so fragile and gossamer
Yet your strength, like the spiders web
Is sorrowfully underestimated by the fly
...
Your unrest is at an end
No longer will you hide behind your hazy mist covered sheer
Your sadness has outgrown its sphere
Whilst you have chosen to be mute
The universe has given it a voice you will not/can not silence
Tears of sorrow hidden behind your veil will rain down
To wash away the hurt and sate the thirst of your ruptured soul
Ethereal you appear, so fragile and gossamer
Yet your strength, like the spiders web
Is sorrowfully underestimated by the fly
...
#heartbroken
#ghosts
#MovingOn
65 reads
2 Comments
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