Thedeadinme
Poem Published
16th Feb 2021 11:28pm
16th Feb 2021 11:28pm
He With Whom the Shadows Linger
A prophet of many sunsets
Great Old One of forgotten ages
He who speaks with an ancient tongue
Offerings onto him left wanting
Upon the obelisk of decaying stone
His name in runes beset the stars above
Forsaken constellations not glanced for eons
A tomb of knowledge lost to time and space
Death but a respite for toiling souls
As his presence beckons forth a long night
Calamity and suffering for those encroaching his holy door
The embodiment of shadow welcomes forth a dying sun
"All else lost in translation as the...
Great Old One of forgotten ages
He who speaks with an ancient tongue
Offerings onto him left wanting
Upon the obelisk of decaying stone
His name in runes beset the stars above
Forsaken constellations not glanced for eons
A tomb of knowledge lost to time and space
Death but a respite for toiling souls
As his presence beckons forth a long night
Calamity and suffering for those encroaching his holy door
The embodiment of shadow welcomes forth a dying sun
"All else lost in translation as the...
#evil
#tragedy
#dystopian #curse
#dystopian #curse
394 reads
3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th Feb 2021 7:41am
15th Feb 2021 7:41am
it could be true
It could be true
I often wonder if there is a secret plot.
If the virus was human-made to reduce the number
of people living in poverty, and the old?
The minorities who live in inadequate cold housing have
high risk of catching the pest.
How can the poor keep the distance when living?
In tiny flats they cannot move, a lousy diet makes them vulnerable.
They die in record-high numbers.
It was like smearing the virus in liquid for on doors
and wait.
But the hidden elite was surprised who quickly the virus spread.
It affected...
I often wonder if there is a secret plot.
If the virus was human-made to reduce the number
of people living in poverty, and the old?
The minorities who live in inadequate cold housing have
high risk of catching the pest.
How can the poor keep the distance when living?
In tiny flats they cannot move, a lousy diet makes them vulnerable.
They die in record-high numbers.
It was like smearing the virus in liquid for on doors
and wait.
But the hidden elite was surprised who quickly the virus spread.
It affected...
#apocalypse
#luck
#nightmares
#dystopian
#curse
345 reads
1 Comment
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
8th Feb 2021 11:20pm
8th Feb 2021 11:20pm
Incensed by supposed taboos ~ 'c**t' isn't your mother's curse word anymore...
#anger
#funny
#frustration
#PowerOfWords
#curse
670 reads
31 Comments
Just_Me_
Poem Published
8th Feb 2021 11:06am
8th Feb 2021 11:06am
It's Been Fun
I am a monster
Your self worth I destroy
Inflicting you with pain gives me great pleasure
Playing with emotions is my favorite toy
I can make you doubt your thoughts
Getting them in tangled knots
Treated like a spider, I intently squash your dreams
Loving the sound of your frustrating screams
You cry, 'Why GOD', to the empty air
Mad cause life is never fair
I'm right here
But you don't see me
Tormenting you no matter where
Your despair has you on bended knees
How I enjoy the deafeted...
Your self worth I destroy
Inflicting you with pain gives me great pleasure
Playing with emotions is my favorite toy
I can make you doubt your thoughts
Getting them in tangled knots
Treated like a spider, I intently squash your dreams
Loving the sound of your frustrating screams
You cry, 'Why GOD', to the empty air
Mad cause life is never fair
I'm right here
But you don't see me
Tormenting you no matter where
Your despair has you on bended knees
How I enjoy the deafeted...
#faith
#spiritual
#curse
396 reads
4 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
21st Dec 2020 12:51pm
21st Dec 2020 12:51pm
Sensational mess up!
#dystopian
#curse
#nightmares
522 reads
0 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
21st Dec 2020 9:28am
21st Dec 2020 9:28am
Not suppose to happen
Intro:
I KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT A THING OR TWO..
Am not suppose to happen..
Am not suppose to happen..
Am not suppose to happen..
Living the life of a desperado..
Trespassing in this game of ludo..
Am living in terror..
Walls talking in my palour..
They been tapping me up in the radar..
Viewing my face in the mirror..
Strange faces i saw in horror..
So long am Numero uno..
Every desperado gonna settle in my shadow..
I know...
I KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT A THING OR TWO..
Am not suppose to happen..
Am not suppose to happen..
Am not suppose to happen..
Living the life of a desperado..
Trespassing in this game of ludo..
Am living in terror..
Walls talking in my palour..
They been tapping me up in the radar..
Viewing my face in the mirror..
Strange faces i saw in horror..
So long am Numero uno..
Every desperado gonna settle in my shadow..
I know...
#luck
#curse
398 reads
2 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
6th Dec 2020 9:08pm
6th Dec 2020 9:08pm
The tricky witch
Legend has it
In a land so scattered
Among the ruins
Lying in tatters
Lives a witch
With a warty nose
And tadpoles squirming
In between her toes
Exiled from the town
To live all alone
For years amongst
The countryside she'd roam
Casting spells on
Unsuspecting men
Causing them to see
Her and the princess in an unusual tint
Images reversed
Princess was a horrid sight
While the witch
Was bathed in beauty's light
Years went by
And the princess became dismayed ...
In a land so scattered
Among the ruins
Lying in tatters
Lives a witch
With a warty nose
And tadpoles squirming
In between her toes
Exiled from the town
To live all alone
For years amongst
The countryside she'd roam
Casting spells on
Unsuspecting men
Causing them to see
Her and the princess in an unusual tint
Images reversed
Princess was a horrid sight
While the witch
Was bathed in beauty's light
Years went by
And the princess became dismayed ...
#lies
#evil
#tragedy
#witches
#curse
387 reads
7 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
1st Dec 2020 8:21am
1st Dec 2020 8:21am
the ending of so many things
The ending of so many things
Soon it will be January, and the is uplifting
soon I will be dead, and that is down sinking.
A life running into the sand, Sahara need to bloom
it can´t do so on camel dung alone.
My next holiday will be in Morocco.
I was walking past a crematorium it was smelling
of burnt sugar, and I was thinking of my mother
she used to brown sugar in a frying pan put it on
a roll paper she has put sugar on
When it cooled it, was delicious?
I scolded myself this not a moment to think of sweets
took off my hat...
Soon it will be January, and the is uplifting
soon I will be dead, and that is down sinking.
A life running into the sand, Sahara need to bloom
it can´t do so on camel dung alone.
My next holiday will be in Morocco.
I was walking past a crematorium it was smelling
of burnt sugar, and I was thinking of my mother
she used to brown sugar in a frying pan put it on
a roll paper she has put sugar on
When it cooled it, was delicious?
I scolded myself this not a moment to think of sweets
took off my hat...
#fate
#luck
#dystopian #curse
#dystopian #curse
320 reads
3 Comments
Jofec
Omei
Omei
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2020 7:28am
23rd Nov 2020 7:28am
The magic cat in the rabbit hat trick
This way I execute my rhymes it’s like a game of eye spy with a bunch of sounds like clues
I’m the fox in socks rapping with the big cat hat on
Dr sueuss is my spirit animal
I’m Chanelling him like a king riddling my way to god
You Gota have faith he is back
his talent now lies in my raps
I’m the fox in socks rapping with the big cat hat on
Dr sueuss is my spirit animal
I’m Chanelling him like a king riddling my way to god
You Gota have faith he is back
his talent now lies in my raps
#faith
#rebirth
#fate
#magic
#curse
322 reads
2 Comments
Feet-Fanatic
Poem Published
7th Nov 2020 4:43pm
7th Nov 2020 4:43pm
Ode to the Queens of Dark Poetry
Her irredeemable power over her realm is absolute, through the powers of her black magic.
Her weapon is her pen filled with the blood of her disciples.
A creed that indoctrinates her sacred followers into the dark confines of her uniVERSE.
Her worshipers partaking in a primeval ritual in a godless baptism, dipped in her blood.
Her written word in prose retains the powers of darkness and she is the fiery light.
It is an unholy doctrine of sorcery that is spellbinding to her believers.
Her seduction arouses the brain, enticing immoral edict in her cult of lost...
Her weapon is her pen filled with the blood of her disciples.
A creed that indoctrinates her sacred followers into the dark confines of her uniVERSE.
Her worshipers partaking in a primeval ritual in a godless baptism, dipped in her blood.
Her written word in prose retains the powers of darkness and she is the fiery light.
It is an unholy doctrine of sorcery that is spellbinding to her believers.
Her seduction arouses the brain, enticing immoral edict in her cult of lost...
#dark
#magic
#curse
546 reads
16 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
27th Oct 2020 8:54pm
27th Oct 2020 8:54pm
Voyage to hell
#atheism
#astrology
#faith
#pagan
#curse
479 reads
8 Comments
Madcinder
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 9:27pm
20th Oct 2020 9:27pm
It's Not Forever
I had a dream once.
I didn’t like how it ended.
We see only what we want.
But how can I pretend?
That you’re not dead.
I saw the mountains.
Growing old and gray.
From hardened faces.
Eroded away.
It’s not forever, they said.
That I will watch the dead.
If I can end it all right now.
Would anyone hold me down?
I saw the fields.
Dying and growing again.
Every harvest it yields.
Numbers beyond ken.
Withering wastelands.
Glaciers overtook it all.
I remain standing.
But I’m...
I didn’t like how it ended.
We see only what we want.
But how can I pretend?
That you’re not dead.
I saw the mountains.
Growing old and gray.
From hardened faces.
Eroded away.
It’s not forever, they said.
That I will watch the dead.
If I can end it all right now.
Would anyone hold me down?
I saw the fields.
Dying and growing again.
Every harvest it yields.
Numbers beyond ken.
Withering wastelands.
Glaciers overtook it all.
I remain standing.
But I’m...
#grief
#nature
#lyrics
#tragedy
#curse
332 reads
2 Comments
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