NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
Today 8:06am
Today 8:06am
DARK_WINBERGE_TROUSSEAU
In the shadowed vineyard of Dark Trousseau,
Where winberige's hang heavy with a glum allure,
Each fruit ripe with blood that starts to flow,
As full moon rises, their essence pure.
The vines writhe as if in agony,
Their tendrils dark and twisted with despair,
Blood red grapes a sight so grim to see,
Their taste a poison that none can bear.
Dark Winberige Trousseau
(Please take me there)…..
Where I can be (apart of it too)…
Let the berries vines…. Captivate me bare….
Ahhhhhh……ohhhhh…..
Whispering sounds...
Where winberige's hang heavy with a glum allure,
Each fruit ripe with blood that starts to flow,
As full moon rises, their essence pure.
The vines writhe as if in agony,
Their tendrils dark and twisted with despair,
Blood red grapes a sight so grim to see,
Their taste a poison that none can bear.
Dark Winberige Trousseau
(Please take me there)…..
Where I can be (apart of it too)…
Let the berries vines…. Captivate me bare….
Ahhhhhh……ohhhhh…..
Whispering sounds...
#dark
#forest
#hell #lyrics
#hell #lyrics
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Nvmb
Poem Published
Today 4:59am
Today 4:59am
A Hymn From the Hollow
I dreamed I was whole once—
or something stitched from ash,
fingers tracing hollow names
down walls that never asked.
She moves beneath the skin,
a hymn behind my tongue,
whispers wrapped in copper wire—
"Stay... stay... come undone."
Am I still breathing—
or just the echo of her touch?
Carved beneath the surface,
a husk in love with rust.
Veins blooming through stone,
her voice in every crack,
the crows call out in distant tongues—
I know she's pulling me back.
I wear her weight...
or something stitched from ash,
fingers tracing hollow names
down walls that never asked.
She moves beneath the skin,
a hymn behind my tongue,
whispers wrapped in copper wire—
"Stay... stay... come undone."
Am I still breathing—
or just the echo of her touch?
Carved beneath the surface,
a husk in love with rust.
Veins blooming through stone,
her voice in every crack,
the crows call out in distant tongues—
I know she's pulling me back.
I wear her weight...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
33 reads
2 Comments
msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
Today 1:10am
Today 1:10am
Warm bodies, with cold souls
You APPEAR to be a WARM, and
WHOLESOME PERSON on
the OUTSIDE,
but an UNFRIENDLY
PERSON that's is COLD,
You Have NO INTENTIONS
of BEING POLITE
in fact, you are
EXTREMELY BOLD,
You are a WARM BODY,
with a COLD-HEARTED SOUL,
People FLEE FROM YOU,
wherever you GO.
You have a
NEGATIVE PERSONA,
everytime you come
AROUND,
When you bring a
NEGATIVE VIBE,
IT BRINGS ALL OF US DOWN. ...
WHOLESOME PERSON on
the OUTSIDE,
but an UNFRIENDLY
PERSON that's is COLD,
You Have NO INTENTIONS
of BEING POLITE
in fact, you are
EXTREMELY BOLD,
You are a WARM BODY,
with a COLD-HEARTED SOUL,
People FLEE FROM YOU,
wherever you GO.
You have a
NEGATIVE PERSONA,
everytime you come
AROUND,
When you bring a
NEGATIVE VIBE,
IT BRINGS ALL OF US DOWN. ...
#dark
#evil
33 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Bumped Yesterday 7:34pm
7th Oct 2019 7:06pm
7th Oct 2019 7:06pm
Confessions of a Cereal Killer
#dark
#death
#scary
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
506 reads
9 Comments
SweetBobbyBlu
Easin On In
Easin On In
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:07pm
Yesterday 6:07pm
Exit 31 (a poker game for your manor of death)
Why has Death been creepin’ close,
injecting love with Reaper’s Dose,
and dealing Morbid’s drug of gloom?
Because Death gambles, for our doom.
They whisper cause from cryptic lips,
as names appear on bone made chips.
With bet of age or . . . severed limb,
the stakes are raised as candles dim.
By Hoyle Rules, the hand is fate,
for whom will be the Boatman’s date.
Will I see the next day’s sun,
or die at exit thirty-one?
The Ace of Blades is...
injecting love with Reaper’s Dose,
and dealing Morbid’s drug of gloom?
Because Death gambles, for our doom.
They whisper cause from cryptic lips,
as names appear on bone made chips.
With bet of age or . . . severed limb,
the stakes are raised as candles dim.
By Hoyle Rules, the hand is fate,
for whom will be the Boatman’s date.
Will I see the next day’s sun,
or die at exit thirty-one?
The Ace of Blades is...
#dark
#death
#gothic #scary
#gothic #scary
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:37pm
Yesterday 3:37pm
Their Worst Client
It was at the same hospital I was abused in that a white, thin, blonde girl who ran the art group said I was her worst client.
"My worst clients are usually the most artistic." Damn, that cut deeper a sword straight through my gut.
I see nothing in her pretty smile and pretty girl look. Just another vapid looking social media influencer looking to make some quick cash grabs and scam people. Another Christian, pristine look. Clean on the outside, but dirty underneath.
But at the end of the day, I'm still the bad apple Eve took partake in and gobbled...
"My worst clients are usually the most artistic." Damn, that cut deeper a sword straight through my gut.
I see nothing in her pretty smile and pretty girl look. Just another vapid looking social media influencer looking to make some quick cash grabs and scam people. Another Christian, pristine look. Clean on the outside, but dirty underneath.
But at the end of the day, I'm still the bad apple Eve took partake in and gobbled...
#dark
#hypocrisy
#lies
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:06pm
Yesterday 12:06pm
Cheeky Glow
Haunting phantoms of insomnia
with no room for corpses
burning cheeky glow
embracing silence with placebo
Stirring with alchemy
with no pills to swallow
or potion to drink
echoing out of reach
Listening to puppeteers
in a grand charade
with naked threads
tangled in obscenity
Gaslighting insanity
rolling the dice
slipping through twilight
dancing edge of night
with no room for corpses
burning cheeky glow
embracing silence with placebo
Stirring with alchemy
with no pills to swallow
or potion to drink
echoing out of reach
Listening to puppeteers
in a grand charade
with naked threads
tangled in obscenity
Gaslighting insanity
rolling the dice
slipping through twilight
dancing edge of night
#dark
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Her
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:41am
Yesterday 9:41am
Letting Go, But Not Letting Up
#dark
#FirstLove
#MovingOn
#PTSD
#nonfiction
42 reads
14 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:38am
Yesterday 1:38am
3 wishes
broken door
busted lip
screams fill the empty spaces
hate fills love
love spills on the floor
i tell you i love you
do you hear me
do you know me
punches thrown
darkness covers light
is it hate or is it love
which one is it
i don't know...
i only wish
it would stop
i only wish
i was dead
i only wish
i wasn't me
busted lip
screams fill the empty spaces
hate fills love
love spills on the floor
i tell you i love you
do you hear me
do you know me
punches thrown
darkness covers light
is it hate or is it love
which one is it
i don't know...
i only wish
it would stop
i only wish
i was dead
i only wish
i wasn't me
#confusion
#dark
#fear
46 reads
2 Comments
Her
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 9:43pm
5th Mar 2025 9:43pm
You Might Need A Doctor For That
#anger
#dark
46 reads
10 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 6:06pm
5th Mar 2025 6:06pm
Blood flows
Her blood flows
the last beats of a heart compose
a symphony of fear that echoes
the moon hangs in hallowed night
a blade glistens in the light
A sexual sacrament
blood and cum, life and death
thrusting through her final breath
dripping our souls upon the altar
licking lips to taste the rapture
His blood flows
rushing through veins it goes
chasing the feeling that grows
the mystical mysteries of life
erotic is the edge of my knife
the last beats of a heart compose
a symphony of fear that echoes
the moon hangs in hallowed night
a blade glistens in the light
A sexual sacrament
blood and cum, life and death
thrusting through her final breath
dripping our souls upon the altar
licking lips to taste the rapture
His blood flows
rushing through veins it goes
chasing the feeling that grows
the mystical mysteries of life
erotic is the edge of my knife
#dark
#death
#erotic
7 reads
2 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 1:34am
5th Mar 2025 1:34am
H0n0r!a
My intentions for you though are pure
You look so pretty I deduced you from Ethiopia
So tempted but I am also aware
They haven't charged me with any illegal affair
It's a terrible foul I possessed your soul
You left Seoul all the way from Korea
By night fall I'll arrange the loudest rave to honor you Honoria
Take as much vodka shot till you pass out in euphoria
Dashing but desperate lady with golden heart Ms. Honoria
You are in the safe hands of my manager whom you may address as Sinclair
All through the night,...
You look so pretty I deduced you from Ethiopia
So tempted but I am also aware
They haven't charged me with any illegal affair
It's a terrible foul I possessed your soul
You left Seoul all the way from Korea
By night fall I'll arrange the loudest rave to honor you Honoria
Take as much vodka shot till you pass out in euphoria
Dashing but desperate lady with golden heart Ms. Honoria
You are in the safe hands of my manager whom you may address as Sinclair
All through the night,...
#dark
#despair
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