Least Read Dark Poems
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The Killing Fields
Beware this land
A most desolate place
True evil’s at hand
With a cold embrace
Death shadows its gate
Blood quenches its soil
Piked heads lie awake
The damned suffer turmoil
Crows feast on flesh
Picking off the sinew
The agony is fresh
All life must discontinue
Sacrifice and torture
Rape the damns remains
Forever trapped in horror
Fenced around with brains
Crucifixes stretch the dead
Intestines rot in excrement
Hatred spreads like inbred
Ravishing this unholy sediment
Blood whips the night ...
A most desolate place
True evil’s at hand
With a cold embrace
Death shadows its gate
Blood quenches its soil
Piked heads lie awake
The damned suffer turmoil
Crows feast on flesh
Picking off the sinew
The agony is fresh
All life must discontinue
Sacrifice and torture
Rape the damns remains
Forever trapped in horror
Fenced around with brains
Crucifixes stretch the dead
Intestines rot in excrement
Hatred spreads like inbred
Ravishing this unholy sediment
Blood whips the night ...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#Halloween
#despair
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Day by Day
Emotional memories
flood my existence
like a structurally
damaged dam
Forcing me to face
the man that I am
Or at least what’s become
of this shallow and broken
vessel version of a man
Whose reflected image
was nothing but so much of an
enclosed sham
Rebooting and resetting
as if I were an infected program
When did it all go wrong?
When did I go wrong?
Early mornings encircle
my miserable conundrum
like maddening hunger enraged
vultures on the prowl
...
flood my existence
like a structurally
damaged dam
Forcing me to face
the man that I am
Or at least what’s become
of this shallow and broken
vessel version of a man
Whose reflected image
was nothing but so much of an
enclosed sham
Rebooting and resetting
as if I were an infected program
When did it all go wrong?
When did I go wrong?
Early mornings encircle
my miserable conundrum
like maddening hunger enraged
vultures on the prowl
...
#anxiety
#grief
#loneliness
#dark
#despair
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In Shadow
Let the faint shadow dwell
within the secrets it won’t tell
it won’t dare share
in the bright light of day
For a life lived in the dark
is timid of any spark
that might ignite its flame
read aloud its forgotten name
within the secrets it won’t tell
it won’t dare share
in the bright light of day
For a life lived in the dark
is timid of any spark
that might ignite its flame
read aloud its forgotten name
#dark
#shadows
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Beguiling
Pale skin bathed in ink
now teeters on the brink
awaiting the final hour
awaits this red christening
When these unholy halves
finally do become whole
are then able to extol
these darkest of virtues
For their truths and lies
share the same alibis
each needs something sharp
to again dull the pain
Knowing how an evil smile
can always then beguile
inspiring this wicked rite
when the kiss becomes a bite
now teeters on the brink
awaiting the final hour
awaits this red christening
When these unholy halves
finally do become whole
are then able to extol
these darkest of virtues
For their truths and lies
share the same alibis
each needs something sharp
to again dull the pain
Knowing how an evil smile
can always then beguile
inspiring this wicked rite
when the kiss becomes a bite
#dark
#vampires
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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The Gift
An unraveled rage thrusts itself into
into the mouth of a world on its
knees, spewing hatred down the throats
of the moral whilst panting in
disgust
The meat of the weak tastes sweet
fed from the talons of aggression,
choking on the fat of their laziness
as I swallow souls and shit damnation
A wrath cometh to thee
torn from the bowels of hell to
live a wretched human life, predation
is certain, a red eyed wolf seeking
that which to destroy
Born of malice and sin
risen from the ashes of refuse...
into the mouth of a world on its
knees, spewing hatred down the throats
of the moral whilst panting in
disgust
The meat of the weak tastes sweet
fed from the talons of aggression,
choking on the fat of their laziness
as I swallow souls and shit damnation
A wrath cometh to thee
torn from the bowels of hell to
live a wretched human life, predation
is certain, a red eyed wolf seeking
that which to destroy
Born of malice and sin
risen from the ashes of refuse...
#anger
#dark
#evil
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Scizm
Aramaic darling kin speak to me of the Djinn so I may rest in Ghenna
I am veiled as a gypsy on caravan
my heart aches for your sorrow
I bring merl and spice in lavender and heather
my crown is wreathed with wild flowers so the wind would know me
watch your footing in the desert
I am no mirage I bring you the latter rain
so you will not thirst and so that your reign will be complete
Be at rest dear one, your words warming as the sun
I move behind the mysteries to rend the veil that you might shine
we are children of sorrow, but the herbs...
I am veiled as a gypsy on caravan
my heart aches for your sorrow
I bring merl and spice in lavender and heather
my crown is wreathed with wild flowers so the wind would know me
watch your footing in the desert
I am no mirage I bring you the latter rain
so you will not thirst and so that your reign will be complete
Be at rest dear one, your words warming as the sun
I move behind the mysteries to rend the veil that you might shine
we are children of sorrow, but the herbs...
#dark
#love
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Sweet Tooth
He wanders through the black
Hauling along his back
A skin woven-ramshackle sac
Adorned with teeth and roots fully intact
Spattered in blood and unholy soil
Prowling under an ambiguous moon
For the stench of his spoil
Camouflaged amongst the crowd
Eyeballing candy that’s chowed
So many intestines waiting to be cowed
The eager are savored at the peak they're endowed
He grimaces a smirk at the thought of their flesh
The selfish are so much more delectable when fresh
His mouth illuminates the holes in his teeth
Jagged sharp...
Hauling along his back
A skin woven-ramshackle sac
Adorned with teeth and roots fully intact
Spattered in blood and unholy soil
Prowling under an ambiguous moon
For the stench of his spoil
Camouflaged amongst the crowd
Eyeballing candy that’s chowed
So many intestines waiting to be cowed
The eager are savored at the peak they're endowed
He grimaces a smirk at the thought of their flesh
The selfish are so much more delectable when fresh
His mouth illuminates the holes in his teeth
Jagged sharp...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#Halloween
#emptiness
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Inkantate
The dark ink does flow
covering the shadows below
with its slick, thick coating
finally being able to tell
the conjuring of this spell
before it is even heard
whispered word for word
slips from forever silent lips
tasting all that is left unbled
from a poetry rite still unread
covering the shadows below
with its slick, thick coating
finally being able to tell
the conjuring of this spell
before it is even heard
whispered word for word
slips from forever silent lips
tasting all that is left unbled
from a poetry rite still unread
#dark
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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Shadowed
They are more than just
cast...
they are cast out
mere remnants of doubt
Left again behind
so that we can find
the bright lights
the flash of fame
Forgetting their name
their hollowed screams
while pursuing our dreams
to be center stage
Ignoring their rage
as it begins to swell
the warnings do tell
of some dire consequence
Evoked in the night
evoked with such spite
till they do consume
those who would presume
cast...
they are cast out
mere remnants of doubt
Left again behind
so that we can find
the bright lights
the flash of fame
Forgetting their name
their hollowed screams
while pursuing our dreams
to be center stage
Ignoring their rage
as it begins to swell
the warnings do tell
of some dire consequence
Evoked in the night
evoked with such spite
till they do consume
those who would presume
#dark
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
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Cryptopoetry
Words of verse left on the page
left here for you to engage
draped in a bit of mystery
in a bit of sport
It is how I now resort
to a little poetic fun
let my wicked thoughts run
wherever they will
Tickled by my dark quill
I relish in the tease
doing what I please
with every single word
Knowing that I am heard
but not yet understood
all my evil and my good
somewhere here deep below
Meant for you to know
in my own due time
within the meter of rhyme
...
left here for you to engage
draped in a bit of mystery
in a bit of sport
It is how I now resort
to a little poetic fun
let my wicked thoughts run
wherever they will
Tickled by my dark quill
I relish in the tease
doing what I please
with every single word
Knowing that I am heard
but not yet understood
all my evil and my good
somewhere here deep below
Meant for you to know
in my own due time
within the meter of rhyme
...
#dark
#secrets
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
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This Darkening
I do harken back to the dark
where every little spark
ignites such a wildfire
consuming all which I desire
For I hunger with a greed
this enduring famine I feed
one word at a time
just to satiate the rhyme
With so much left to prove
yet trapped within this groove
of how I need to be
unable to ever break free
Since these lies I have told
continue to now unfold
the origami of my life
self sharpening this knife
Recalling every bad deed
in each new poetic bleed
that I cannot hope to...
where every little spark
ignites such a wildfire
consuming all which I desire
For I hunger with a greed
this enduring famine I feed
one word at a time
just to satiate the rhyme
With so much left to prove
yet trapped within this groove
of how I need to be
unable to ever break free
Since these lies I have told
continue to now unfold
the origami of my life
self sharpening this knife
Recalling every bad deed
in each new poetic bleed
that I cannot hope to...
#dark
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Blankets To Hide
Blood once fiery with passion
runs cold, dripping in bitter seasons,
snowfall without happiness
A house of cards amidst the winds
of grief and loss, reshuffled and cut to
clubs or spades, deafened by the
metronome click of the second hand as
the time of his life elapses
Walking adjacent to life but not in it,
a facade of acceptance beneath the
black blanket of death
runs cold, dripping in bitter seasons,
snowfall without happiness
A house of cards amidst the winds
of grief and loss, reshuffled and cut to
clubs or spades, deafened by the
metronome click of the second hand as
the time of his life elapses
Walking adjacent to life but not in it,
a facade of acceptance beneath the
black blanket of death
#dark
#FeelingLost
#grief
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DU Poetry : Least Read Dark Poems