Popular Dark Poems
#dark
Popular dark poems. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
Clad as a Jester
A hunting whisper of a shadow's echo
"as I walk a mile for a Camel cigarette"
unhinged in these hollowed halls
cloaked in a velvet shroud
clad as Jester
as I wander in insanity's labyrinth
unhinged in madness cradle
listening to the strings of death
tormenting my soul
with a specter of the past
"as I walk a mile for a Camel cigarette"
clad as jester
now a narcistic imbecile
without a clue
"as I walk a mile for a Camel cigarette"
unhinged in these hollowed halls
cloaked in a velvet shroud
clad as Jester
as I wander in insanity's labyrinth
unhinged in madness cradle
listening to the strings of death
tormenting my soul
with a specter of the past
"as I walk a mile for a Camel cigarette"
clad as jester
now a narcistic imbecile
without a clue
#dark
#dreams
#ghosts
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Seducer of Self
Skeletal fingers of twilight inspiring
Bliss of predators in rapacious rhythm
Invading the thumping chaos of shuttered
Lotus with a phallus of glutenous echoes
Dripping into crevasses of soul lurking
In shadows, naked bone, seducer of self
Bliss of predators in rapacious rhythm
Invading the thumping chaos of shuttered
Lotus with a phallus of glutenous echoes
Dripping into crevasses of soul lurking
In shadows, naked bone, seducer of self
#dark
#erotic
106 reads
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confused
the day rose and I with it shaking the shackles of the cackling darkness
given full reprieve of the night before, by the light that imprisoned me
specters of many odd shapes retreat
and the dew filled with hope cleansed the earth of what ailed us
the theater of the day before rearranged
and the characters in the play of life cast as pleasant beings
everything looks better in the light
but if you look close enough for the darkness, you will see it
on a beautiful afternoon monsters lurk in the shadows
every smile is fake
it makes me...
given full reprieve of the night before, by the light that imprisoned me
specters of many odd shapes retreat
and the dew filled with hope cleansed the earth of what ailed us
the theater of the day before rearranged
and the characters in the play of life cast as pleasant beings
everything looks better in the light
but if you look close enough for the darkness, you will see it
on a beautiful afternoon monsters lurk in the shadows
every smile is fake
it makes me...
#dark
83 reads
2 Comments
Streets of Manga
With a fragrance of schizophrenia from the therapist's
lace and garter oozing from the Shiba, brushwood,
tasting the breath of my psychosis dripping insanity
listening to voices hanging by strings like crickets
calling my name from a cello, numbing my senses,
arousing my clone in the streets of Manga
lace and garter oozing from the Shiba, brushwood,
tasting the breath of my psychosis dripping insanity
listening to voices hanging by strings like crickets
calling my name from a cello, numbing my senses,
arousing my clone in the streets of Manga
#dark
#erotic
140 reads
2 Comments
A Mouth Full of Blood
You came to me in broken bloom,
hips wrapped in gauze,
eyes black as static skies.
Every word was a wound —
sweet, splitting —
a hymn half-swallowed in the throat.
You dragged your name across my teeth —
slow, deliberate —
tasting the ache you left behind.
I wore your hunger like a wire around my neck,
praying to the rhythm
of hands pressed beneath velvet night.
Would you build a kingdom from this ruin?
Would you carve me clean —
tongue to bone —
or leave me here,
singing you into the cracks of forever?
hips wrapped in gauze,
eyes black as static skies.
Every word was a wound —
sweet, splitting —
a hymn half-swallowed in the throat.
You dragged your name across my teeth —
slow, deliberate —
tasting the ache you left behind.
I wore your hunger like a wire around my neck,
praying to the rhythm
of hands pressed beneath velvet night.
Would you build a kingdom from this ruin?
Would you carve me clean —
tongue to bone —
or leave me here,
singing you into the cracks of forever?
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#frustration
#loneliness
87 reads
3 Comments
Glaucoma
Gazing into green eyes of my sweet Glaucoma
caressing her flesh in the shadow's eclipse
dripping the blood of sensual earth notes
pulsating her mascara's orgasm, from the lair
of her chinny-chin-chin gazing into green eyes
my sweet Glaucoma, on Moon River
caressing her flesh in the shadow's eclipse
dripping the blood of sensual earth notes
pulsating her mascara's orgasm, from the lair
of her chinny-chin-chin gazing into green eyes
my sweet Glaucoma, on Moon River
#dark
#erotic
135 reads
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Blood flows
Her blood flows
the last beats of a heart compose
a symphony of fear that echoes
the moon hangs in hallowed night
a blade glistens in the light
A sexual sacrament
blood and cum, life and death
thrusting through her final breath
dripping our souls upon the altar
licking lips to taste the rapture
His blood flows
rushing through veins it goes
chasing the feeling that grows
the mystical mysteries of life
erotic is the edge of my knife
the last beats of a heart compose
a symphony of fear that echoes
the moon hangs in hallowed night
a blade glistens in the light
A sexual sacrament
blood and cum, life and death
thrusting through her final breath
dripping our souls upon the altar
licking lips to taste the rapture
His blood flows
rushing through veins it goes
chasing the feeling that grows
the mystical mysteries of life
erotic is the edge of my knife
#dark
#death
#erotic
7 reads
2 Comments
Becoming the Animal
Dark free verse dabbling in obscenity
longing to seduce you in long blades of grass
to glide every inch of my tongue on your body
faceless in the crowd, protected by twilight
in your state of akimbo, of naked debauchery
as you become the animal
longing to seduce you in long blades of grass
to glide every inch of my tongue on your body
faceless in the crowd, protected by twilight
in your state of akimbo, of naked debauchery
as you become the animal
#dark
#erotic
159 reads
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proper ettiquette, will see
Jezabelle winks a formidabel woman
she was Sampsons down fall
he was warned not to cut his hair
God was sorely disappointed, He lost a warrior that day
Sampson heed that of a woman over him
magic incantation in the color of rainbow
representing all spectrums humming on their own wavelenth
it's a ancient magic created before the sun open his eyes
it is the language of the soul
my thoughts are chided
why do you not do the rituals of the ancients
or write things down
utterking I don't...
she was Sampsons down fall
he was warned not to cut his hair
God was sorely disappointed, He lost a warrior that day
Sampson heed that of a woman over him
magic incantation in the color of rainbow
representing all spectrums humming on their own wavelenth
it's a ancient magic created before the sun open his eyes
it is the language of the soul
my thoughts are chided
why do you not do the rituals of the ancients
or write things down
utterking I don't...
#dark
#magic
#spiritual
89 reads
2 Comments
Silent Snores
Chasing shadows behind every pot of insomnia
stirring the broth of endless dreams
giving the moon a hernia in my coma
chasing shadows with a spoon
blended with fear and silent symphony
echoing the stillness of silent snores
chasing shadows behind every pot of insomnia
stirring the broth of endless dreams
giving the moon a hernia in my coma
chasing shadows with a spoon
blended with fear and silent symphony
echoing the stillness of silent snores
chasing shadows behind every pot of insomnia
#dark
#dreams
#insomnia
93 reads
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Drowning the Mania
Of polystyrene dreams in tongue
Incestuous love matted in blood
obscenity's lusting caffeine
a tidal wave colonizing the soul
stripping flesh of its virginity
drowning the mania burning within
Incestuous love matted in blood
obscenity's lusting caffeine
a tidal wave colonizing the soul
stripping flesh of its virginity
drowning the mania burning within
#dark
#erotic
124 reads
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Sepulchre Bloom
Come closer —
let me wear your breath like a veil,
soft as the static between prayers.
You press your name into my throat,
a black-flowered gospel blooming beneath glass skin.
I kneel —
mouth open, hands shaking,
drunk on the ache of you.
Every word I swallow carves you deeper —
sugar rot in the seams of my teeth.
Bury me in your ruin —
wrap me in the rhythm of your slow crucifixion.
Would you let me drown beneath you?
Would you carve a new name into my ribs
and leave me singing?
Hallowed. ...
let me wear your breath like a veil,
soft as the static between prayers.
You press your name into my throat,
a black-flowered gospel blooming beneath glass skin.
I kneel —
mouth open, hands shaking,
drunk on the ache of you.
Every word I swallow carves you deeper —
sugar rot in the seams of my teeth.
Bury me in your ruin —
wrap me in the rhythm of your slow crucifixion.
Would you let me drown beneath you?
Would you carve a new name into my ribs
and leave me singing?
Hallowed. ...
#dark
#disappointment
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
88 reads
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