Dark Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#dark
dark seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
witchery
jaded art speaks of violence
in my shadowy theater
creatures whose fangs glisten are listening
they hunger for the words that will release them
sit a spell and evoke danger
twist the desire it hesitates
waiting for what I'm unsure
valuable wisdom to be sure
secreting the blood lust
your horns show
nothing is as wicked
derelict of hope you go into the night
with a mission of intent
deadly sloth of necromancy
reanimating something you saw on t.v.
spill the need the tarmac is listening
a host of...
in my shadowy theater
creatures whose fangs glisten are listening
they hunger for the words that will release them
sit a spell and evoke danger
twist the desire it hesitates
waiting for what I'm unsure
valuable wisdom to be sure
secreting the blood lust
your horns show
nothing is as wicked
derelict of hope you go into the night
with a mission of intent
deadly sloth of necromancy
reanimating something you saw on t.v.
spill the need the tarmac is listening
a host of...
#dark
#witches
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She Looked And Saw A Gun Aimed
Linda was getting herself ready.
She has been invited to Amanda's party.
Then, she heard a noise.
She Looked And saw a gun aimed.
Her dead corpse was found in Falmouth.
She has been invited to Amanda's party.
Then, she heard a noise.
She Looked And saw a gun aimed.
Her dead corpse was found in Falmouth.
#dark
#death
#fiction
#friendship
#home
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Too many bad days
So many. Had to burn ‘em.
Bad days reflect my sad face,
feeling fractured space behind my sternum.
Nobody likes me.
I’m pretty sure it’s because there’s nobody
like me.
Not even my shadow beside me can settle
the light.
See?
Too many bad days? Might be.
Said with a red face? Most likely.
Sadness, anger, disbelief.
The last three stages of life.
Madness led me to relief,
awareness built my hive for me.
Way too many sad days.
Too...
Bad days reflect my sad face,
feeling fractured space behind my sternum.
Nobody likes me.
I’m pretty sure it’s because there’s nobody
like me.
Not even my shadow beside me can settle
the light.
See?
Too many bad days? Might be.
Said with a red face? Most likely.
Sadness, anger, disbelief.
The last three stages of life.
Madness led me to relief,
awareness built my hive for me.
Way too many sad days.
Too...
#dark
#depression
#LifeStruggles #SelfHarm
#LifeStruggles #SelfHarm
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Disturbing Thoughts
From my thoughts are things that I still don't understand, but yet I find myself lost in my own chain of thoughts. TRYING to shut my mind, down and off from thinking about so much. THAT it seems to haunt my brain. 🧠 TILL I can feel the deepness of the tension, exploding in my brain waves creeping, into my silent whispers of the unseen. THAT only I see which has now become, my darkness of night dreams. Yet I am unafraid to go deeper than deep, into the process of my own curiosity. THAT I want to dig deeper into the reason why am I having these, type of thoughts only at night when the...
#confusion
#dark
#denial
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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The Doomsday Clock
Time once thought to be infinite
Now 89 seconds from midnight
Lifes design rather intricate
A story we can not rewrite
Everything's taken for granted
Approaching castrophic destruction
Reaping the seeds we planted
Feeding the greed of corruption
Global challenges like climate change
Warned by atomic scientists
Common sense is now estranged
As existential threats exist
Lies spread and government dissension
Narratives to keep us suppressed
Global...
Now 89 seconds from midnight
Lifes design rather intricate
A story we can not rewrite
Everything's taken for granted
Approaching castrophic destruction
Reaping the seeds we planted
Feeding the greed of corruption
Global challenges like climate change
Warned by atomic scientists
Common sense is now estranged
As existential threats exist
Lies spread and government dissension
Narratives to keep us suppressed
Global...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
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creep
a fire burn through me I could not contain
always boiling under the surface waiting to escape
a darkness so great you'd shudder to be in its way
heavy and old with heady magic
a drop of blood from me and you will pay mightly
patiently the flames wait for somone bold enough to disturb it
looking so much like sunshine
they always underestimate it, though I warn
cold and calculated like a bank vault opening up
steel cylindars slam into place and it's out
you provoked the demon
now it's free
it's coming for you...
always boiling under the surface waiting to escape
a darkness so great you'd shudder to be in its way
heavy and old with heady magic
a drop of blood from me and you will pay mightly
patiently the flames wait for somone bold enough to disturb it
looking so much like sunshine
they always underestimate it, though I warn
cold and calculated like a bank vault opening up
steel cylindars slam into place and it's out
you provoked the demon
now it's free
it's coming for you...
#dark
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A Fragile Damnation
I walk the edge where echoes weep
A threadbare bridge o’er chasms deep
The stars above are cracked and cold
Their dying light too weak to hold
Each step I take, the earth resigns
Ashes crumbling into signs
A fate unwoven, frayed and thin
Yet longing pulls me back within
I whisper prayers to hollow stone
To gods long deaf, to sins my own
But mercy flickers, frail and weak
A phantom’s breath I dare not seek
Chains grow tight, the gate swings wide
No voice to barter, none to guide
Beyond, the void calls soft...
A threadbare bridge o’er chasms deep
The stars above are cracked and cold
Their dying light too weak to hold
Each step I take, the earth resigns
Ashes crumbling into signs
A fate unwoven, frayed and thin
Yet longing pulls me back within
I whisper prayers to hollow stone
To gods long deaf, to sins my own
But mercy flickers, frail and weak
A phantom’s breath I dare not seek
Chains grow tight, the gate swings wide
No voice to barter, none to guide
Beyond, the void calls soft...
#dark
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Island of Sarpedon
Philosophical passions of pleasure, wanting to place the thoughts of sheer beauty blessed by Aphrodite herself upon pages for all of time to see.
With a radiant smile as bright as the Sun Apollo sits upon.
Incantaion of a silent soul, born from the blood of Medusa on the Island of Sarpedon. Then placed upon Pegasus back by Stheno and Euryale to be sent away.
In search of a Earthly Goddess with Celestial eyes, and a body that moves like fire. The one that spread her wings and flew down from Mount Olympus to walk amongst the mortals.
Absorbing the philosophy of the sounds of...
With a radiant smile as bright as the Sun Apollo sits upon.
Incantaion of a silent soul, born from the blood of Medusa on the Island of Sarpedon. Then placed upon Pegasus back by Stheno and Euryale to be sent away.
In search of a Earthly Goddess with Celestial eyes, and a body that moves like fire. The one that spread her wings and flew down from Mount Olympus to walk amongst the mortals.
Absorbing the philosophy of the sounds of...
#birth
#dark
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Elohim Stairs
Climb beyond flesh and bone
An ascent towards divinity's throne
72 names writ now unfold
Glory for the young and old
Thrones of wisdoms unfurled
Eyes like glowing white pearl
Befoulment towards death
An eternity before final breath
Come as ye serpents are
Lay with the trampled Morningstar
An ascent towards divinity's throne
72 names writ now unfold
Glory for the young and old
Thrones of wisdoms unfurled
Eyes like glowing white pearl
Befoulment towards death
An eternity before final breath
Come as ye serpents are
Lay with the trampled Morningstar
#Christian
#dark
#devil
#God
#religion
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Blossoming Sin Putrescent
Ravaging the soul
Temptation ascended
Between the pestle and bowl
Heaven now rended
The skeletons now dance
A chalice now sanguine
Devil eyes in a trance
Sacred shapes withered thin
Radiance of infernal shine
Sevenfold immolation rite
Usurped and inverse divine
Brilliance of perdition in the night
Temptation ascended
Between the pestle and bowl
Heaven now rended
The skeletons now dance
A chalice now sanguine
Devil eyes in a trance
Sacred shapes withered thin
Radiance of infernal shine
Sevenfold immolation rite
Usurped and inverse divine
Brilliance of perdition in the night
#curse
#dark
#evil
#night
#religion
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quill
dip the quill and make it bleed
darkness speaks and I must heed
little infection and gossip spread
torrid thought, the toxin leaks
festering wound for all to see
I am not immune
to being hurt my sutures real
a needy wench I may appear
seeking redemtion, within my song
the dark rises and I am awash with anger
it hurts to feel so powerfully
taken under by ennuendos and treachery
an abundance of judgement sounds
critisized and put down
my genuine feelings implore
explore yourself and do no harm ...
darkness speaks and I must heed
little infection and gossip spread
torrid thought, the toxin leaks
festering wound for all to see
I am not immune
to being hurt my sutures real
a needy wench I may appear
seeking redemtion, within my song
the dark rises and I am awash with anger
it hurts to feel so powerfully
taken under by ennuendos and treachery
an abundance of judgement sounds
critisized and put down
my genuine feelings implore
explore yourself and do no harm ...
#dark
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experiment 612
Every… nothing…
see… nothing… feel, nothing.
Think na… why? What?
I feel… I need to feel…
I, try, why can’t I see?
I, try, why cant I smell?
I try, why… what is that distant feeling?
Closer, bring it closer.
My eyes feel open. But are they?
I taste something… metal?
The pounding draws closer… or not?
where… who am I?
The pounding gets stronger,
it can’t get closer… why?
Inside, inside the cold.
Dull and blurry, I fee… no see.
Bright, so bright. ...
see… nothing… feel, nothing.
Think na… why? What?
I feel… I need to feel…
I, try, why can’t I see?
I, try, why cant I smell?
I try, why… what is that distant feeling?
Closer, bring it closer.
My eyes feel open. But are they?
I taste something… metal?
The pounding draws closer… or not?
where… who am I?
The pounding gets stronger,
it can’t get closer… why?
Inside, inside the cold.
Dull and blurry, I fee… no see.
Bright, so bright. ...
#confusion
#dark
#nightmares #scifi
#nightmares #scifi
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DU Poetry : Dark Seeking Honest Critique Poems