smackdownraven
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 8:59pm
25th Mar 2025 8:59pm
sarcastic
trying my hand with shadows
tying my wrists I bind letting my demons fly
sacred art to touch the immortal pine
interesting homage to the unseen that move among us
disturbing nor trespassing I observe
fleeting thought to look away
but the closer I look instead
creating mischief not to be mistaken for horror
This is a familiar game
the unseemly are family
and we play in jest
Sharpening our blades but not cutting too deep
Sarcasm drips sardonic rule
If you are too friendly, they won't think you're one...
tying my wrists I bind letting my demons fly
sacred art to touch the immortal pine
interesting homage to the unseen that move among us
disturbing nor trespassing I observe
fleeting thought to look away
but the closer I look instead
creating mischief not to be mistaken for horror
This is a familiar game
the unseemly are family
and we play in jest
Sharpening our blades but not cutting too deep
Sarcasm drips sardonic rule
If you are too friendly, they won't think you're one...
#dark
#love
64 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 9:39pm
10th Mar 2025 9:39pm
~the puppeteer
gathering all threads inner
the dried up emery palms
..he makes a clumped up
mane ..shortly stuck well
only to be left to a calculated
fall from heights.. to a farther
dissipating apart bitter polar
factions
-only he the f*cked up master
knows the wickedly prewritten
so destiny of each of them.. that
are in a designed egoistical clash
amongst themselves.& not the
so f* cking god of a monster, a
master.. so, coming back
to these truly non-fictional
puppets being...
the dried up emery palms
..he makes a clumped up
mane ..shortly stuck well
only to be left to a calculated
fall from heights.. to a farther
dissipating apart bitter polar
factions
-only he the f*cked up master
knows the wickedly prewritten
so destiny of each of them.. that
are in a designed egoistical clash
amongst themselves.& not the
so f* cking god of a monster, a
master.. so, coming back
to these truly non-fictional
puppets being...
#dark
#metaphor
#politics
#rebellion
#violence
113 reads
4 Comments
msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 1:10am
7th Mar 2025 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
95 reads
3 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 8:37am
17th Mar 2025 8:37am
Quiet as a Church Mouse
roar~
It began:
where rusty tongs clutched & pulled a dusty crown
through doctored smoke by cries made silent,
forced to hide from old gods in the dark,
where lost marbles, found razors, & misplaced
books of hymns & matches filled the early days.
Where great husks of heart & rodent sausage
stayed alive the memory hunger.
Where grave voices herald bunking bone meal
in dangerous machines obsolete.
Where cop & carrier pigeons crossed wires
to create a fear of phones & voices.
Where...
It began:
where rusty tongs clutched & pulled a dusty crown
through doctored smoke by cries made silent,
forced to hide from old gods in the dark,
where lost marbles, found razors, & misplaced
books of hymns & matches filled the early days.
Where great husks of heart & rodent sausage
stayed alive the memory hunger.
Where grave voices herald bunking bone meal
in dangerous machines obsolete.
Where cop & carrier pigeons crossed wires
to create a fear of phones & voices.
Where...
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#memories #FreeVerse
#memories #FreeVerse
141 reads
4 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 10:03pm
2nd Mar 2025 10:03pm
Vision Of Insanity
ALL the WORLD needs IS a RESULT from YOU, deliver IT and IT'S gonna PAY YOU..
By the end of this session, my mission accomplished
What follows next only leads to sanity..
If you ever happen to meet me on the way
Behave with me so kindly
Back home, I got this charity
I've never ever looked down on any needy
The most dangerous thing is facing reality
At that instance, you know it's a game of probability
A conflict within any family
Fulfilling one's wishes in vanity
So fragile...
By the end of this session, my mission accomplished
What follows next only leads to sanity..
If you ever happen to meet me on the way
Behave with me so kindly
Back home, I got this charity
I've never ever looked down on any needy
The most dangerous thing is facing reality
At that instance, you know it's a game of probability
A conflict within any family
Fulfilling one's wishes in vanity
So fragile...
#confusion
#dark
#heartbroken #sadness
#heartbroken #sadness
134 reads
6 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:24pm
Yesterday 6:24pm
Murder Night
Tony ‘Camden King’ Gunn from London
“The rat squealed in shock when blood splattered its fur
Making it disappear into a dark hole with a silent blur,
“Soft moans of pain echoed across the Tower Bridge floor
As he whispered to his attacker ‘please no more’,
“No acknowledgement was given-not a single word said
As the spiked baseball bat split open his head,
“A couple of more swings turned his brains to mush
An open casket was out of the question because his killer did not give a fuck,
Sofia ‘The Strega’ Symone of...
“The rat squealed in shock when blood splattered its fur
Making it disappear into a dark hole with a silent blur,
“Soft moans of pain echoed across the Tower Bridge floor
As he whispered to his attacker ‘please no more’,
“No acknowledgement was given-not a single word said
As the spiked baseball bat split open his head,
“A couple of more swings turned his brains to mush
An open casket was out of the question because his killer did not give a fuck,
Sofia ‘The Strega’ Symone of...
#dark
#hate
#revenge
23 reads
1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 4:59am
7th Mar 2025 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
125 reads
2 Comments
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