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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Ms. Na-Piss...2025 I Spit On Your Grave
Here in the nakedness lays the spill bequeath of my cloak
No smoke screen yes, the blood rise of its moat
The deliverance of your soul I spit on your grave
The blood of your destruction shall be paved
From the witch, the Mambo’s blood shall spill
Upon this day forward it shall be thy will
To asunder the Pagan’s moon, your fruits shall bear no more
To the cacodemon’s whore you must pay your dues, from my ancestral oath, fourscore ...
No smoke screen yes, the blood rise of its moat
The deliverance of your soul I spit on your grave
The blood of your destruction shall be paved
From the witch, the Mambo’s blood shall spill
Upon this day forward it shall be thy will
To asunder the Pagan’s moon, your fruits shall bear no more
To the cacodemon’s whore you must pay your dues, from my ancestral oath, fourscore ...
#dark
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rape
the
gardener
juz
touched
a flower
even though
that
flower
didn't
want
to be...
gardener
juz
touched
a flower
even though
that
flower
didn't
want
to be...
#dark
#flowers
117 reads
18 Comments
Miserable World

#dark
#death
#faith
#religion
#TruthOfLife
87 reads
2 Comments
How Many Times
That bastard sun shines down
Upon my porcelain heart
Ready to break
At any instant
A blackhole once loved
Leaves me defiant
Sinking in this whirlpool
Left deaf by the cuckoo
Always roaring
With that inner voice
The tragedy called life
Leaves a simple choice
Upon my porcelain heart
Ready to break
At any instant
A blackhole once loved
Leaves me defiant
Sinking in this whirlpool
Left deaf by the cuckoo
Always roaring
With that inner voice
The tragedy called life
Leaves a simple choice
#dark
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
#frustration
#LifeStruggles
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Crossroads Curse
Down by the crossroads, where the shadows creep,
I made a deal with the devil, now I can’t find sleep.
He whispered sweet promises, said I’d play like a king,
But the price of my soul, oh, it’s a heavy thing.
Chorus:
Crossroads curse, got me in a bind,
Dancing with demons, losing my mind.
Every note I play, echoes of despair,
In the dark of the night, I can feel him there.
Verse 2:
The moonlight’s a witness to the sins that I’ve sown,
With every strum of my guitar, I feel more alone.
He took my heart and my spirit, left...
I made a deal with the devil, now I can’t find sleep.
He whispered sweet promises, said I’d play like a king,
But the price of my soul, oh, it’s a heavy thing.
Chorus:
Crossroads curse, got me in a bind,
Dancing with demons, losing my mind.
Every note I play, echoes of despair,
In the dark of the night, I can feel him there.
Verse 2:
The moonlight’s a witness to the sins that I’ve sown,
With every strum of my guitar, I feel more alone.
He took my heart and my spirit, left...
#curse
#dark
#devil
#evil
#scary
109 reads
5 Comments
Silent Battles
I don't want to battle with myself today,
with harsh emotions tangled within.
Disappointment in my eyes,
disasters in my mind,
the light at the end of the tunnel always dim.
I don't want to battle with myself today,
my darkness may win.
The echoes of doubt grow louder,
pulling me to a place I've already been.
I’ve wrestled with shadows, fought to stand,
weary day's start to cave.
If I let go, will silence greet me,
or will I drown beneath the waves?
I don't want to battle with myself today, ...
with harsh emotions tangled within.
Disappointment in my eyes,
disasters in my mind,
the light at the end of the tunnel always dim.
I don't want to battle with myself today,
my darkness may win.
The echoes of doubt grow louder,
pulling me to a place I've already been.
I’ve wrestled with shadows, fought to stand,
weary day's start to cave.
If I let go, will silence greet me,
or will I drown beneath the waves?
I don't want to battle with myself today, ...
#dark
#LifeStruggles
78 reads
6 Comments
Rum Jars
Desperately contrived from rum jars
my mind's liquidator buttered tongue
of toxic energy freeing my soul
from the dark's Jack-in-the-Box
before the winds spread my seed
in this orchard of stones
shrouded by the coffin's condom
my mind's liquidator buttered tongue
of toxic energy freeing my soul
from the dark's Jack-in-the-Box
before the winds spread my seed
in this orchard of stones
shrouded by the coffin's condom
#dark
#erotic
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Mendacity
Ecstasy scars at evening tides tattooed on my mind
of tragedy lingering in my blood, poisoning my soul
with no anecdote, just empty pages of echoes and
proverbs once my nightingale now a tragedy without
the key to unlock your ashes as we burn in haunting
screams of mendacity
of tragedy lingering in my blood, poisoning my soul
with no anecdote, just empty pages of echoes and
proverbs once my nightingale now a tragedy without
the key to unlock your ashes as we burn in haunting
screams of mendacity
#dark
#erotic
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scatterd
the numbness come oh peaceful day
my mind alters and I remember all I thought I'd forgotteh
the immortal beckons I am needed elsewhere
regretting parts of this life but there is honor in its reality
tenacious collection I've drawn a few to me encounters of chance
fated I made my appointments left an impression
they are left with the same choice comform to eltist ideas of suffer
there is a quiet dignity in that
deliviered here on a beam of light
determined to make a change
other peoples pain, is not a delicacy you devour ...
my mind alters and I remember all I thought I'd forgotteh
the immortal beckons I am needed elsewhere
regretting parts of this life but there is honor in its reality
tenacious collection I've drawn a few to me encounters of chance
fated I made my appointments left an impression
they are left with the same choice comform to eltist ideas of suffer
there is a quiet dignity in that
deliviered here on a beam of light
determined to make a change
other peoples pain, is not a delicacy you devour ...
#dark
#love
54 reads
2 Comments
Cadaver
The white sheet whispers as it's drawn away,
revealing secrets of a life's decay.
Not flesh alone, but spirit laid bare,
for prying eyes, and whispers in the air.
Each question, scalpel-sharp, begins to slice,
not at the skin, but deeper, something dark.
"Why this?" they probe, "and what if that had been?"
A cruel dissection of what might be left of me.
Accusations, like formaldehyde's harsh sting,
preserve the pain, the shame the whispers bring.
"A careless heart," they murmur, heads all...
revealing secrets of a life's decay.
Not flesh alone, but spirit laid bare,
for prying eyes, and whispers in the air.
Each question, scalpel-sharp, begins to slice,
not at the skin, but deeper, something dark.
"Why this?" they probe, "and what if that had been?"
A cruel dissection of what might be left of me.
Accusations, like formaldehyde's harsh sting,
preserve the pain, the shame the whispers bring.
"A careless heart," they murmur, heads all...
#dark
#vulnerability
#weakness
51 reads
2 Comments
No Light
black is black
dark is dark
these days
those days
everyday
no sunshine
black is black
no lights on
all dark
shadows in shadows
can't see
where i'm going
where we're going
no sunshine
no light
it's all dark...
dark is dark
these days
those days
everyday
no sunshine
black is black
no lights on
all dark
shadows in shadows
can't see
where i'm going
where we're going
no sunshine
no light
it's all dark...
#dark
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Mirror Magic
(Verse 1)
In the chamber of shadows, where whispers of night converge,
Hangs a looking glass, an ancient stage for the devil's dirge.
Reflecting not the truth, but a realm of twisted lies,
Where the souls of the lost forever fall and collide.
Welcome to the realm of mirror magic, so dark and deep,
Where the wicked dance and the damned forever weep.
Look into the glass, you're invited to the thrall,
Where your reflection's not your own, and you're about to fall.
(Chorus)
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
What dark secrets do you...
In the chamber of shadows, where whispers of night converge,
Hangs a looking glass, an ancient stage for the devil's dirge.
Reflecting not the truth, but a realm of twisted lies,
Where the souls of the lost forever fall and collide.
Welcome to the realm of mirror magic, so dark and deep,
Where the wicked dance and the damned forever weep.
Look into the glass, you're invited to the thrall,
Where your reflection's not your own, and you're about to fall.
(Chorus)
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
What dark secrets do you...
#curse
#dark
#evil
#horror
#witches
104 reads
3 Comments
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