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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Ambrosial
it seems to be a stubborn human pattern
judging others by their entrance
yet still entranced...steeled and heavily hung
not my fault tho
if I walk into an opaqued room
& speak of my healing while concealing my dark magistrate
I'm instantly assumed to be all in my feelings
reeling in {my truth} kinda rude, yes?
if I make mention of pugilists & my trials
now suddenly I'm morbid & determined to wallow
in the gallows of falsified judgement ...
judging others by their entrance
yet still entranced...steeled and heavily hung
not my fault tho
if I walk into an opaqued room
& speak of my healing while concealing my dark magistrate
I'm instantly assumed to be all in my feelings
reeling in {my truth} kinda rude, yes?
if I make mention of pugilists & my trials
now suddenly I'm morbid & determined to wallow
in the gallows of falsified judgement ...
#dark
#forgiveness
#relationships
#sex
#TimeHeals
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Echoes
I remember the light once held in my hands,
A fleeting warmth, slipping through like sand.
Your shadow stretched across the sun,
A quiet promise, an undone one.
Now every breath is laced with ash,
A love that burns but doesn’t last.
I reach for you, but you’re not there,
Just echoes tangled in the air.
Take me back—
To who I was.
Before the chains,
Before the loss.
But your voice still calls, a siren’s song,
And I don’t know where I belong.
I feel you moving beneath my skin,
A cruel addiction I let...
A fleeting warmth, slipping through like sand.
Your shadow stretched across the sun,
A quiet promise, an undone one.
Now every breath is laced with ash,
A love that burns but doesn’t last.
I reach for you, but you’re not there,
Just echoes tangled in the air.
Take me back—
To who I was.
Before the chains,
Before the loss.
But your voice still calls, a siren’s song,
And I don’t know where I belong.
I feel you moving beneath my skin,
A cruel addiction I let...
#apathy
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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Splintered
There’s a crack in the mirror,
A fracture in my skin.
Every step draws you nearer,
Every breath lets you in.
You’ve made a home inside my head,
Your whispers claw, your hunger spreads.
I tried to run, I tried to hide,
But now I’m splinters on the inside.
Break me down—
Make me less than whole.
Tear apart
What’s left of my soul.
I am the wound; you are the knife.
Splinter me—take what’s left of this life.
You take the pieces one by one,
A thief who works before the sun.
And in the shards, I see...
A fracture in my skin.
Every step draws you nearer,
Every breath lets you in.
You’ve made a home inside my head,
Your whispers claw, your hunger spreads.
I tried to run, I tried to hide,
But now I’m splinters on the inside.
Break me down—
Make me less than whole.
Tear apart
What’s left of my soul.
I am the wound; you are the knife.
Splinter me—take what’s left of this life.
You take the pieces one by one,
A thief who works before the sun.
And in the shards, I see...
#apathy
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#regret
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Enchant Me
Show me how your world mirrors mine
Make everything okay
Then leave
Make everything okay
Then leave
#dark
#relationships
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Why Are Your Poems So Dark?
after Linda Pastan
You could psychologise, of course,
could tell them dad was mean to you,
that mummy took cocaine
and never made dinner on time.
Though maybe it’s gauche
to flaunt your childhood these days,
as if you’re just auditioning
to be the underdog
of some appalling talent show,
because in your heart you simply know
that you’re not good enough.
You think, perhaps, it’s merely this:
a strain of cynic in the blood,
a slanted sight, a faithlessness
that seeks its fellows out in art,
an ear...
You could psychologise, of course,
could tell them dad was mean to you,
that mummy took cocaine
and never made dinner on time.
Though maybe it’s gauche
to flaunt your childhood these days,
as if you’re just auditioning
to be the underdog
of some appalling talent show,
because in your heart you simply know
that you’re not good enough.
You think, perhaps, it’s merely this:
a strain of cynic in the blood,
a slanted sight, a faithlessness
that seeks its fellows out in art,
an ear...
#dark
#horror
#violence #WritingPoetry
#violence #WritingPoetry
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Tether
I cut the thread, but it won’t break,
A lifeline drowned beneath the weight.
You are the shadow in my lungs,
The ghost that sings when songs are done.
I tried to leave, but you remain,
A brand of fire carved in my name.
And every time I turn away,
Your voice becomes my only way.
Tether me—
I can’t escape.
Tie me tighter—
Seal my fate.
Your love’s a blade that scars my skin,
A war I fight, I’ll never win.
I burned the altar, burned the shrine,
But still, you’re etched into my spine.
Your eyes are...
A lifeline drowned beneath the weight.
You are the shadow in my lungs,
The ghost that sings when songs are done.
I tried to leave, but you remain,
A brand of fire carved in my name.
And every time I turn away,
Your voice becomes my only way.
Tether me—
I can’t escape.
Tie me tighter—
Seal my fate.
Your love’s a blade that scars my skin,
A war I fight, I’ll never win.
I burned the altar, burned the shrine,
But still, you’re etched into my spine.
Your eyes are...
#apathy
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
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No Longer the Lonely
No longer the lonely cold lips linger
dark soul entering me whispering
stripping my flesh's naked inhibitions
annihilating my senses as I writher
beneath Excalibur in Elysian Fields
into the depths of ecstasy's torrents
rides a stranger, exploding within me
awakening to death's caress
dark soul entering me whispering
stripping my flesh's naked inhibitions
annihilating my senses as I writher
beneath Excalibur in Elysian Fields
into the depths of ecstasy's torrents
rides a stranger, exploding within me
awakening to death's caress
#dark
#erotic
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Prisoner in my mind
I was being held a prisoner
Not sure where, but I couldn't escape
The shadow was tormenting me, telling me I was going to die
There was no apparent motive or reasoning behind this statement
I saw a knife
It looked more like a blade
A blade you would see in those machine shops, cutting lumber
My hands and legs were chained
Someone stood behind me holding my head back
This person kept whispering, "You are going to die, You are going to die"
I began to tear up thinking, "What can I possibly do to get out of this dilemma...
Not sure where, but I couldn't escape
The shadow was tormenting me, telling me I was going to die
There was no apparent motive or reasoning behind this statement
I saw a knife
It looked more like a blade
A blade you would see in those machine shops, cutting lumber
My hands and legs were chained
Someone stood behind me holding my head back
This person kept whispering, "You are going to die, You are going to die"
I began to tear up thinking, "What can I possibly do to get out of this dilemma...
#dark
#dreams
#FeelingTrapped
#nightmares
#shadows
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Make Believe
I fall asleep in a spiral
Fetal, lucid like a bad dream
I fumble in this recital
Locked in a self-destructive scheme
Renegade in ways which matter
On waves: a suicidal fiend
I can taste and still feel hunger
Obfuscate, torn enough to bleed
Hopscotch in this sunset divide
A cataclysm at the seams
A pop-up meadow override
Three-in-a-row my enemies
Wake me up from my fantasies
Lay me to rest as casualty.
Fetal, lucid like a bad dream
I fumble in this recital
Locked in a self-destructive scheme
Renegade in ways which matter
On waves: a suicidal fiend
I can taste and still feel hunger
Obfuscate, torn enough to bleed
Hopscotch in this sunset divide
A cataclysm at the seams
A pop-up meadow override
Three-in-a-row my enemies
Wake me up from my fantasies
Lay me to rest as casualty.
#childhood
#dark
#dreams #SelfReflection
#dreams #SelfReflection
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Excerpts - with Lilliputian
Lonely nights under anesthesia
my obsession with death...
will you be mine?
to wish me on my way
with a eulogy echoing
blessing my soul
taken by a touch of demise
beneath the mangrove
resting my mind
inhaled by the dusk
a divine light that blinds
to quiet the heartbeats
songs are beautiful
but lyrics deceive
by contemporary poets
of excerpts in a final breath
my obsession with death
lonely nights under anesthesia
my obsession with death...
will you be mine?
to wish me on my way
with a eulogy echoing
blessing my soul
taken by a touch of demise
beneath the mangrove
resting my mind
inhaled by the dusk
a divine light that blinds
to quiet the heartbeats
songs are beautiful
but lyrics deceive
by contemporary poets
of excerpts in a final breath
my obsession with death
lonely nights under anesthesia
#collaboration
#dark
#death #philosophical
#death #philosophical
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Day Unschedualed
Is this a good one?
where all the roses bloom
skies are blue, and you pledge your feelings are true?
Is it a broody and contrary day?
never happy with this and that
When I say up, you say, is that a fact?
Is it going to be anger?
unleash and unabashed
Total destruction is your function
and in its wake, you leave bone and ash
Is it regret?
Of words and actions that were never meant to happen
Still, it happened
Shit, it really happened
The day I give to you
quiet and...
where all the roses bloom
skies are blue, and you pledge your feelings are true?
Is it a broody and contrary day?
never happy with this and that
When I say up, you say, is that a fact?
Is it going to be anger?
unleash and unabashed
Total destruction is your function
and in its wake, you leave bone and ash
Is it regret?
Of words and actions that were never meant to happen
Still, it happened
Shit, it really happened
The day I give to you
quiet and...
#dark
#emotions
#loneliness
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Held Captive
Suffer
Prisoner of your mind
Slave to its wicked concepts
A god in your head but you're dead inside
Lock with no key
Suffocating mystery
Now pay the price
Christ's chains hold you down
Lost in the empty abyss
No rest for the wicked was written in blood
Wretched misery
Harmless curiosity
Now pay the price
Walk off this thin line
Transcend death and life
Trade off, Compromise
What are you dying for?
Prisoner of your mind
Slave to its wicked concepts
A god in your head but you're dead inside
Lock with no key
Suffocating mystery
Now pay the price
Christ's chains hold you down
Lost in the empty abyss
No rest for the wicked was written in blood
Wretched misery
Harmless curiosity
Now pay the price
Walk off this thin line
Transcend death and life
Trade off, Compromise
What are you dying for?
#dark
#death
#FeelingTrapped #religion
#FeelingTrapped #religion
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