Popular Dark Poems
#dark
Popular dark poems. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
Taboo and Pine Tar - with Crimsin
#collaboration
#dark
#erotic
#lust
#sex
67 reads
2 Comments
Crossed Divider
Lurking like the widowed spider
Wearing the dead man's skin
Shadows concealing all the fear
He has crossed the thick divider
Into the darkness deep inside her
Scratching poetry with a dry quill
With staves pulled from the garter
Unfinished words from the will
Wearing the dead man's skin
Shadows concealing all the fear
He has crossed the thick divider
Into the darkness deep inside her
Scratching poetry with a dry quill
With staves pulled from the garter
Unfinished words from the will
#dark
#erotic
161 reads
2 Comments
Always in a daze
Always in a daze
I live the same routine over & over again
Wear that empty gaze
The one that keeps me
Sane!
Don't crucify me
You'll see
Inside I'm fragile....I'm weak
So much more to lose
if I don't try
But I cannot change
I'll just burn the ambition inside
Stared into a void
Of emptiness and a bitter feeling
Too much time alone
Leads me into darkness, dreaming
This road will take me nowhere
Suffocates my will
Today though, I will try again to be something I am not
I live the same routine over & over again
Wear that empty gaze
The one that keeps me
Sane!
Don't crucify me
You'll see
Inside I'm fragile....I'm weak
So much more to lose
if I don't try
But I cannot change
I'll just burn the ambition inside
Stared into a void
Of emptiness and a bitter feeling
Too much time alone
Leads me into darkness, dreaming
This road will take me nowhere
Suffocates my will
Today though, I will try again to be something I am not
#boredom
#dark
#LifeGoals
#loneliness
#vulnerability
53 reads
7 Comments
Academia Cello -- with Crimsin
Concerto macabre's academia cello
suckled from the breast of the unapologetic
accompanied by the woodwind bassoon
dripping the twilight's crimson Welsh rarebit
listening to the Aria of the Gothic mosquito
lusting the flesh smelling the souls
gorging on the veins hugging a tree
with the epitome of a vampire
Vampiric Greed sang solo
an opera of the damned
keening apologetically, she feared their pain
sinister aches stir within
the lust of the flesh must be fed
ending with blood it's Midnight
the...
suckled from the breast of the unapologetic
accompanied by the woodwind bassoon
dripping the twilight's crimson Welsh rarebit
listening to the Aria of the Gothic mosquito
lusting the flesh smelling the souls
gorging on the veins hugging a tree
with the epitome of a vampire
Vampiric Greed sang solo
an opera of the damned
keening apologetically, she feared their pain
sinister aches stir within
the lust of the flesh must be fed
ending with blood it's Midnight
the...
#collaboration
#dark
#vampires #erotic
#vampires #erotic
78 reads
6 Comments
Deep State of Voodoo
A fair amount of hypocrites' dark winds
yesterday's clouds become shadows
turning into dramas possessing arrogance
and a sickening scent of moral decadence
in the mind's monsoons echoing larceny
for a moment's sheckles of doubloons
in a deep state of voodoo
yesterday's clouds become shadows
turning into dramas possessing arrogance
and a sickening scent of moral decadence
in the mind's monsoons echoing larceny
for a moment's sheckles of doubloons
in a deep state of voodoo
#corruption
#dark
#deception
90 reads
2 Comments
rankled with the talented Adagio
greedily grieving the dark
rankled regret to stir the pot
perverted spirits, corrupt the thoughts
the soul within, withers
dining on a lechersous lot
blotting out the stars that shine
in black of night deeds are done
their misery to out do the sun
with cyanosis to tame the pox
stirring the cauldron calling it rot
with two fingers of gangerine
and a pinch of narcissism lean
stirred with an obsidian bone
echoing silence through the cell phone
rankled regret to stir the pot
perverted spirits, corrupt the thoughts
the soul within, withers
dining on a lechersous lot
blotting out the stars that shine
in black of night deeds are done
their misery to out do the sun
with cyanosis to tame the pox
stirring the cauldron calling it rot
with two fingers of gangerine
and a pinch of narcissism lean
stirred with an obsidian bone
echoing silence through the cell phone
#dark
70 reads
6 Comments
I Do Not Agree With Reality
I am alive.
Open my body, what do you find?
Periods and question marks.
A useless hide.
A meat sack of trivial answers and lies.
Locks of hair entangling my mind.
Wading through emotional turmoil tides.
Combing through the who's and why's.
Leaving all of reality behind.
I'm just a cunt. Some useless meat.
Come prize me as your specialty.
I'll give you your dose of prime protein.
And fatten you with psychological schemes.
Keep me alive in your dreams.
Keep me close, don't try to hide.
Keep me wet,...
Open my body, what do you find?
Periods and question marks.
A useless hide.
A meat sack of trivial answers and lies.
Locks of hair entangling my mind.
Wading through emotional turmoil tides.
Combing through the who's and why's.
Leaving all of reality behind.
I'm just a cunt. Some useless meat.
Come prize me as your specialty.
I'll give you your dose of prime protein.
And fatten you with psychological schemes.
Keep me alive in your dreams.
Keep me close, don't try to hide.
Keep me wet,...
#dark
#identity
#mystery #TruthOfLife
#mystery #TruthOfLife
148 reads
38 Comments
Morgue of Memories
Fostered darkness of broken hearts
poets of lost love in the labyrinth
of my soul and now there is nothing
but despair at the core of sorrow
corsets and staves could have been
reminiscences of a dying naked quill
in a morgue of memories
with a symphony of shadows
feasting upon my corpse...
goodnight
poets of lost love in the labyrinth
of my soul and now there is nothing
but despair at the core of sorrow
corsets and staves could have been
reminiscences of a dying naked quill
in a morgue of memories
with a symphony of shadows
feasting upon my corpse...
goodnight
#dark
#erotic
#lust
84 reads
2 Comments
30 naught 6
Simply dripping hanging loose threads
ending the charade with my 30 naught 6
of my narcissistic psychoanalysis picupstix
and thingamabob hanging over my head
echoing in the shadows I pine prescripts
that makes my soul appreciate the dead...
simply dripping hanging loose threads
ending the charade with my 30 naught 6
of my narcissistic psychoanalysis picupstix
and thingamabob hanging over my head
echoing in the shadows I pine prescripts
that makes my soul appreciate the dead...
simply dripping hanging loose threads
#dark
86 reads
4 Comments
Contagious Scrawls
I am the patent sky holding you close
in closed quarters to my dark soul
Corroded by angels and evangelicals
with scalloped goitered tongues
Wearing cauls of contagious scrawls
in free verse of The Raven's Pinion
in closed quarters to my dark soul
Corroded by angels and evangelicals
with scalloped goitered tongues
Wearing cauls of contagious scrawls
in free verse of The Raven's Pinion
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
#gothic
101 reads
3 Comments
The Tongue's Quill
In Dark's compendium of whispered verse
melting off your masochistic flesh's wax
From my tongue's quill of insanity's curse
and the inkwell of my lobotomy's thirst
The dismembered pages in the archives
dripping blood from your anonymous vat
Bound by chains of these beautiful words
echoing from the womb in the silent abyss
melting off your masochistic flesh's wax
From my tongue's quill of insanity's curse
and the inkwell of my lobotomy's thirst
The dismembered pages in the archives
dripping blood from your anonymous vat
Bound by chains of these beautiful words
echoing from the womb in the silent abyss
#dark
#erotic
#lust
148 reads
0 Comments
Goodbye
Problem is, I forgot how to sit still. Even when the tide is low and the wind subsides, I feel the need to consume…be it content, canna, alcohol, drama. Or just take the simple solution.
Can’t rest anymore. Can’t sleep without pills. Can’t function without amphetamines. Can’t learn without guidance. Can’t be comfortable in my own skin. Not comfortable with this mind.
I trust no one. Especially not myself.
Goodbye.
Can’t rest anymore. Can’t sleep without pills. Can’t function without amphetamines. Can’t learn without guidance. Can’t be comfortable in my own skin. Not comfortable with this mind.
I trust no one. Especially not myself.
Goodbye.
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
#shame
83 reads
4 Comments
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