Popular Dark Poems
#dark
Popular dark poems. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
Devastatingly beautiful effects of love's dark endurance...
My answers come in hushed oblivion
tenderness teases away
those small traces of terror
lips part lips
warm bodies press
into permanent evanescence
Admiring such rich landscapes
imprinting these single moments
to cosmic memory
I harvest the meaning of your
unlimited bounty
Fantasty swirls consecrated air
realities explode
into scattered mosaics
broken by spacial distance,
where conceptual time cradles
then seals
everything lovingly reaped
as a forever...
tenderness teases away
those small traces of terror
lips part lips
warm bodies press
into permanent evanescence
Admiring such rich landscapes
imprinting these single moments
to cosmic memory
I harvest the meaning of your
unlimited bounty
Fantasty swirls consecrated air
realities explode
into scattered mosaics
broken by spacial distance,
where conceptual time cradles
then seals
everything lovingly reaped
as a forever...
#love
#dark
#romantic
#death
#bittersweet
228 reads
41 Comments
If You Could See Me Now, Naked Schizophrenia
In a voyeur's mist, clinging on
to a midnight glider
riding a wild Rhododendron
in a woodmen's eyes
to a naked Schizophrenia
cloaking the ambrosia
of debauchery's scent
a fragrant sneeze
In my Batman attire
with heart's lusting venom
wearing pale beneath the veil
of the webbing's Hell
with fingers interlaced
to a naked Schizophrenia
croaking sweet harmony
listening to frogs in a teapot
In my Batman attire
to a midnight glider
riding a wild Rhododendron
in a woodmen's eyes
to a naked Schizophrenia
cloaking the ambrosia
of debauchery's scent
a fragrant sneeze
In my Batman attire
with heart's lusting venom
wearing pale beneath the veil
of the webbing's Hell
with fingers interlaced
to a naked Schizophrenia
croaking sweet harmony
listening to frogs in a teapot
In my Batman attire
#dark
104 reads
24 Comments
Standing at the gates of Hell
Your house sits on Mount Hermon.
Drinking blood with me from a wine glass.
Sharing pain and suffering sip after sip.
Becoming one soul in that moment.
Fallen angels breaking free from bondage.
Seeing how far and fast we can fall,
once the chains were removed.
Black wings in a transfiguration.
Displaying the most magnificent sins.
Steeped in sorrow and sadness.
The Watchers, no longer just watching.
So seduced by mortal witches.
Seeing heaven as a prison.
Needing this never-ending strife.
That only a young...
Drinking blood with me from a wine glass.
Sharing pain and suffering sip after sip.
Becoming one soul in that moment.
Fallen angels breaking free from bondage.
Seeing how far and fast we can fall,
once the chains were removed.
Black wings in a transfiguration.
Displaying the most magnificent sins.
Steeped in sorrow and sadness.
The Watchers, no longer just watching.
So seduced by mortal witches.
Seeing heaven as a prison.
Needing this never-ending strife.
That only a young...
#lust
#dark
#angels
#hell
#witches
140 reads
19 Comments
Tears Tears Dystopia
Rip your tampon out
Blood smear
Ashen swollen face
You left me
Tears tears dystopia
Blood smear
Ashen swollen face
You left me
Tears tears dystopia
#dark
#breakup
#violence #dystopian
#violence #dystopian
148 reads
31 Comments
the everyday meanderings of the devil woman
I think you want to know me
I mean really know me
who I am at home
to start off I'm kind of boring
I stick by a routine
I get up and eat some drugs
drink my coffee on the porch while smoking a cigarette
then say good morning to the Man himself who is always with me
I walk my dog in my nighty
whether it's cold outside or not
not because I want to be sexy but because I'm sleep walking still
I put the dog back to bed with my husband
then I sign on to DU and Facebook
I try to write everyday...
I mean really know me
who I am at home
to start off I'm kind of boring
I stick by a routine
I get up and eat some drugs
drink my coffee on the porch while smoking a cigarette
then say good morning to the Man himself who is always with me
I walk my dog in my nighty
whether it's cold outside or not
not because I want to be sexy but because I'm sleep walking still
I put the dog back to bed with my husband
then I sign on to DU and Facebook
I try to write everyday...
#love
#dark
#family
92 reads
15 Comments
Nothing
In a world of everything,
I feel a numb nothing.
It's tiring, as we search, scour, explore,
probe, pursue.
For a single trace of anything,
that feels like something.
That moment of thrill beyond the agony of simply existing.
What if we are here, alive, & there is just absolutely
nothing that lays beyond.
Human obliteration.
A noiseless, sightless, touchless blackness.
Or maybe our spirit, naked of flesh, still has a mind.
a consciousness that survived,
just to further agonize.
I feel a numb nothing.
It's tiring, as we search, scour, explore,
probe, pursue.
For a single trace of anything,
that feels like something.
That moment of thrill beyond the agony of simply existing.
What if we are here, alive, & there is just absolutely
nothing that lays beyond.
Human obliteration.
A noiseless, sightless, touchless blackness.
Or maybe our spirit, naked of flesh, still has a mind.
a consciousness that survived,
just to further agonize.
#dark
#identity
#philosophical
65 reads
21 Comments
Writer's Lusting Schizophrenia - with NightGoddess
The devil’s scalpel cut a tracheotomy into my darkness, leaving me breathlessly seeking my writer’s moonlight. Lusting for twilight's little glass ampule, so sweet the cocaine of my cadaverous awakening.
Fluttering the pulses, current rising through my veins, birth ensuing, “mommy” I cry out, hoping to master a single paragraph.
Warming the circuitry of my sinister creation, deep in the folds of my morbid behavior, give rise to my consumption and fears. Feast on my obscurities and partake in the oppressions you are afraid to taste and for etiquette’s profit,...
Fluttering the pulses, current rising through my veins, birth ensuing, “mommy” I cry out, hoping to master a single paragraph.
Warming the circuitry of my sinister creation, deep in the folds of my morbid behavior, give rise to my consumption and fears. Feast on my obscurities and partake in the oppressions you are afraid to taste and for etiquette’s profit,...
#dark
#erotic
#collaboration
146 reads
14 Comments
Derringer Dance
in a window of glass haute Danse Macabre
grooming the fingertips of monsters made
putting in notations my chuckles
being still my pulsating throb
bringing forth ashes of my mind's stigmata
of cloven hoof and lolling tongue
a warning label with the death of the Rosary
reciting the old psalms
as the jackals clutch your wilting crust
with a cadaverous visage of sepulchral breath
wasting away in dementias crux
reveling in the sabbaths of the rutting darkness
drinking blood from chalice it all tastes the same ...
grooming the fingertips of monsters made
putting in notations my chuckles
being still my pulsating throb
bringing forth ashes of my mind's stigmata
of cloven hoof and lolling tongue
a warning label with the death of the Rosary
reciting the old psalms
as the jackals clutch your wilting crust
with a cadaverous visage of sepulchral breath
wasting away in dementias crux
reveling in the sabbaths of the rutting darkness
drinking blood from chalice it all tastes the same ...
#dark
91 reads
8 Comments
the watcher
you tilted my world sideways
I will never be the same
I am forever altered by the violence in your stare
raping my soul of its secrets
a voyeur with a passion so deep it penetrated me wholly
I exist because you watch
I will never be the same
I am forever altered by the violence in your stare
raping my soul of its secrets
a voyeur with a passion so deep it penetrated me wholly
I exist because you watch
#dark
83 reads
16 Comments
reckoning
snubbed by the elite for being different
I excel doing things otherwise
enchantment grace please show me your face
in darkness gloom I need some growing room
in the depths where I soar, my mind is sore of worry
I cast a spell, I request legion to do my bidding
at my behest they are sent on the winds
to affect in my favor the future fate of my soul
I attend the grand masquerade
making love with my chosen host
I seek retribution for services rendered
did you think I was a free whore?
insidious...
I excel doing things otherwise
enchantment grace please show me your face
in darkness gloom I need some growing room
in the depths where I soar, my mind is sore of worry
I cast a spell, I request legion to do my bidding
at my behest they are sent on the winds
to affect in my favor the future fate of my soul
I attend the grand masquerade
making love with my chosen host
I seek retribution for services rendered
did you think I was a free whore?
insidious...
#lust
#dark
67 reads
8 Comments
obscene
in chaos I wept, tormented by your internal storm
it flood me with emotions foreign to me
speaking crushing desire to my soul
in a dialect my body doesn't understand
I watch you in the dark in-between the two worlds
the one of three dimension
and the other operating on all dimensions
you quiver with salacious thought,
perverse to my thinking
I convulse with orgasm none the less
you are taboo and I can't resist you
you are the darkness I fear
my soul and yours intertwined
intricately bound in a sadomasochist...
it flood me with emotions foreign to me
speaking crushing desire to my soul
in a dialect my body doesn't understand
I watch you in the dark in-between the two worlds
the one of three dimension
and the other operating on all dimensions
you quiver with salacious thought,
perverse to my thinking
I convulse with orgasm none the less
you are taboo and I can't resist you
you are the darkness I fear
my soul and yours intertwined
intricately bound in a sadomasochist...
#lust
#dark
#BDSM
124 reads
15 Comments
It's Always Dreary
Most of the world is dead inside
the others are people who haven't realized it yet
or just idiots.
We're on a giant turd that used to be a
wonderful place then, humans ate it up
and shit it out.
Don't get me wrong there's humor in this misery,
just have be a tortured soul to see it.
I'm laughing so hard my cheeks hurt and tears
streak my face. No reason to cry, it's something
the eyes do to annoy me. Ocular hope.
The brain knows better.
2 million joints and a bazillion cigarettes
and enough wine bottles to...
the others are people who haven't realized it yet
or just idiots.
We're on a giant turd that used to be a
wonderful place then, humans ate it up
and shit it out.
Don't get me wrong there's humor in this misery,
just have be a tortured soul to see it.
I'm laughing so hard my cheeks hurt and tears
streak my face. No reason to cry, it's something
the eyes do to annoy me. Ocular hope.
The brain knows better.
2 million joints and a bazillion cigarettes
and enough wine bottles to...
#hope
#dark
#unicorns
59 reads
15 Comments
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