Dark Poems
#dark
Dark poetry encompasses a broad range of dark topics, from depression and sadness, to gothic poems about evil, and scary horror poetry. Darkness may also deal with subjects like death, suffering and grief.
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The Sweeten Taste... The Scent.. The Soft Winds, Says, Of Mine

#dark
#erotic
#lover
#passion
#seductive
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Inuendoes Dancing Tangos
Twilight inuendoes dancing tangos
with mind, body, and stiletto
of illicit dreams throbbing
unveiling the opium of my decompose
in my dark mausoleum
spreading the larva of green flies
claimed by the hermaphrodite worms
peeling the flesh off my bony maroni
on the cold stone on my macabre
with mind, body, and stiletto
of illicit dreams throbbing
unveiling the opium of my decompose
in my dark mausoleum
spreading the larva of green flies
claimed by the hermaphrodite worms
peeling the flesh off my bony maroni
on the cold stone on my macabre
#dark
#gothic
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To Our Vices
Discharged from a hole
Error to the throne
I am not human
At least, not as you understand it
Smoggy thoughts, manic
This is my diet
I will never stop
My body is failing, I must sustain
Pressures you exude
Are hands on the noose
I am not human
So do not ask of me to let it go.
Error to the throne
I am not human
At least, not as you understand it
Smoggy thoughts, manic
This is my diet
I will never stop
My body is failing, I must sustain
Pressures you exude
Are hands on the noose
I am not human
So do not ask of me to let it go.
#dark
#family
#lyrics
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
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ghosts of Titanic, a gothic
Look, here. Where the longing gets soaked into the lace handkerchiefs. The chandelier lights glimmering across the ocean floor, her slender throat perfumed by rosewater and lavender, the most secret of kisses. Shoes of exquisite crimson while hungry fish swim the icy interiors. All cameos and cuttlefish. How the piano keys tinkled as he licked the velvet lining of her ear. The ladies finger the gold rims of broken dishes clinking in smoke-filled rooms. Nothing to do but waltz all night, all porcelain figurines as they pass breathless from gentleman to gentleman. Their braceleted wrists and...
#dark
#gothic
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house of open yearnings
It creeps up on you, this soft decay. On Tuesdays the words get caught in the dream catchers. My bedroom a litany of strange music and moans. A woman crooning from the Victrola and voices carrying through the wallpaper. Despite everything, there is always ache. All hanging lights and star charts. My mother's face haloed and strange as she reaches to turn out the lamp. We huddle under blankets while the ice thaws in my father's whiskey. Vats of face cream like canopic jars and limbs of broken mannequins bending towards the light. All the brass keys lost in my body's curves and folds, the...
#dark
#gothic
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Goodbye Psychic Vampire
I am a bad lyricist
In the sense
I give up what I meant to protect
With your color palette spent
So boring,
Burlap sack of tint you are hoarding
Still, I should not have come back
Too eager
For a breath to breathe in my metres
So much for shedding the husk
Enlightened
Another mind, pale, clean to bash in.
In the sense
I give up what I meant to protect
With your color palette spent
So boring,
Burlap sack of tint you are hoarding
Still, I should not have come back
Too eager
For a breath to breathe in my metres
So much for shedding the husk
Enlightened
Another mind, pale, clean to bash in.
#love
#dark
#lyrics
#prose
#SelfReflection
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Intriguing
Five white cops
Arresting a black man for no reason
And beating him to death
Ok: racial overtones sky high
Five black cops
Arresting a black man for no reason
And beating him to death
I am stunned I don't understand
Arresting a black man for no reason
And beating him to death
Ok: racial overtones sky high
Five black cops
Arresting a black man for no reason
And beating him to death
I am stunned I don't understand
#dark
#confusion
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Senile Warts And Wilted Cod
Beware the whiskey-dry voice
in the kiln with a sack of coal
with a jaw of the Jabberwocky
as it hides in waiting
sidestepping reality
dragging them bones
of senile warts and wilted cod
leading with a crooked finger
forging the dark with an anvil...
Good morning, mother dear!
in the kiln with a sack of coal
with a jaw of the Jabberwocky
as it hides in waiting
sidestepping reality
dragging them bones
of senile warts and wilted cod
leading with a crooked finger
forging the dark with an anvil...
Good morning, mother dear!
#dark
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I Am Anxiety
I keep digging my heel
Aiming to break
More than just gravity
Smoking brazen my thoughts
With sewage sounds
Drowning noise, human noise
Like a sloppy cocktail
Soft, wet, flagrant
Down my throat, ingest: Done.
Aiming to break
More than just gravity
Smoking brazen my thoughts
With sewage sounds
Drowning noise, human noise
Like a sloppy cocktail
Soft, wet, flagrant
Down my throat, ingest: Done.
#anxiety
#dark
#prose
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
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NOT A TEXT... NOT A CALL...
As I sit here, tears streaming down my face,
I can't help but think of you, in a better place,
Having fun, living life, without a care,
Ignoring my calls, my texts, my despair.
I'm left here in the dark, alone, day and night,
Hiding from the world, too weak to put up a fight.
I try so hard to understand,
Why you left me, why you couldn't stand.
I loved you with all my heart,
But you've moved on, found someone new, ripped me apart.
I tell myself you'll come back, but deep down I know it's a lie,
You're gone,...
I can't help but think of you, in a better place,
Having fun, living life, without a care,
Ignoring my calls, my texts, my despair.
I'm left here in the dark, alone, day and night,
Hiding from the world, too weak to put up a fight.
I try so hard to understand,
Why you left me, why you couldn't stand.
I loved you with all my heart,
But you've moved on, found someone new, ripped me apart.
I tell myself you'll come back, but deep down I know it's a lie,
You're gone,...
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark
#heartbroken
#addiction
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dank
you came for front row seats
now pull up a chair
ground level
I'm shaking the verses
vomitting up some super stars
some clones too
don't say I'm not native
nurture you have no idea
hold on nature you'll get your chance
vapor lock
vapor lock
luck think again
instinct
everything echose
even the past
feel that fist?
slap down, beat down
in english nah...
try this one rider
which light do you prefer
space deserves you farther out
now what is that scald or scauld ...
now pull up a chair
ground level
I'm shaking the verses
vomitting up some super stars
some clones too
don't say I'm not native
nurture you have no idea
hold on nature you'll get your chance
vapor lock
vapor lock
luck think again
instinct
everything echose
even the past
feel that fist?
slap down, beat down
in english nah...
try this one rider
which light do you prefer
space deserves you farther out
now what is that scald or scauld ...
#hate
#dark
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Ornamental Mesh
A serpentine oak shades the sanguine aspirations of the skittish marauder
Pensive and thirsting for the saccharine spoils of death
Forenoon and evenfall, upon valley and view, he raked the vale for provision
From lush to lull, the desert door was all too provocative
He was driven in by the itch
Insofar, he has been deceived by the fruitless design of his newfound elements
O’ wandering raven, why now do you delay?
Nestled amidst the sinuous curves of the oak, he is fated to wed this vacuous land where even the residuals have withered ...
Pensive and thirsting for the saccharine spoils of death
Forenoon and evenfall, upon valley and view, he raked the vale for provision
From lush to lull, the desert door was all too provocative
He was driven in by the itch
Insofar, he has been deceived by the fruitless design of his newfound elements
O’ wandering raven, why now do you delay?
Nestled amidst the sinuous curves of the oak, he is fated to wed this vacuous land where even the residuals have withered ...
#dark
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