Dark by Top Critiquers Poems
#dark
dark by top critiquers poems. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Constance returns to the Mansion.
#lust
#dark
#BDSM #vampires
#BDSM #vampires
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Choda in Wet Toyoda-with Adagio
stagnant scream of death's blush
clutches of infinity in gasps of terrified breath
peeling the flesh of the twilight's loaf
with a strength of claws remorse deprived
burying choda in wet toyoda
removed from thoughts the lust foremost
with the straw tentacles of the anemone
wrapping minds of floating amoebas
dissolving winds cutting teeth on the dead
dirges unheard as they gnawed on rattling bones
shadows dripping dark souls from the womb
enters light from darkness in surreal transition ...
clutches of infinity in gasps of terrified breath
peeling the flesh of the twilight's loaf
with a strength of claws remorse deprived
burying choda in wet toyoda
removed from thoughts the lust foremost
with the straw tentacles of the anemone
wrapping minds of floating amoebas
dissolving winds cutting teeth on the dead
dirges unheard as they gnawed on rattling bones
shadows dripping dark souls from the womb
enters light from darkness in surreal transition ...
#dark
#erotic
#WritingPoetry
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The killing choice
Today I want to kill a man
But i need to formulate a plan
Of how to carry out the act
Its the part of the equation that I lack
I could slit his wrists and let him bleed out slow
Release all his worries in a crimson flow
Or maybe get it over quick and be done
Leave all his regrets at the end of a gun
Can rope him up and watch him hang
Breath seeping from his body along with his pain
The top of a building I can toss him down
Let him reflect on his failures before hitting the...
But i need to formulate a plan
Of how to carry out the act
Its the part of the equation that I lack
I could slit his wrists and let him bleed out slow
Release all his worries in a crimson flow
Or maybe get it over quick and be done
Leave all his regrets at the end of a gun
Can rope him up and watch him hang
Breath seeping from his body along with his pain
The top of a building I can toss him down
Let him reflect on his failures before hitting the...
#dark
#death
#murder
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Stowing Away
Stowing away
Never still
Brimstone lakes
Revelation
Consuming flames
Desire the touch
To be burned
Lust
Keeping warm
By exiting planes
Light leaves
Astrology
Ground up
Inside the gnaw
Chafing tongues
Witchcraft
Fabricated holes
Woolen socks
Dancing the itch
Stability
Dragon tales
Mouths of fire
Playing dare
Death ...
Never still
Brimstone lakes
Revelation
Consuming flames
Desire the touch
To be burned
Lust
Keeping warm
By exiting planes
Light leaves
Astrology
Ground up
Inside the gnaw
Chafing tongues
Witchcraft
Fabricated holes
Woolen socks
Dancing the itch
Stability
Dragon tales
Mouths of fire
Playing dare
Death ...
#dark
#death
#evil
#devil
#morality
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Dark Angels
Darks Angels are coming
to help us
fight the devil's forces
because we have
been treating the
Earth as our toilet
Now we fight to
clean up the Earth
to destroy the
Devil's Forces but it's
very difficult cause
they are very hot
women that are
trying to lead us
into their sin
to help us
fight the devil's forces
because we have
been treating the
Earth as our toilet
Now we fight to
clean up the Earth
to destroy the
Devil's Forces but it's
very difficult cause
they are very hot
women that are
trying to lead us
into their sin
#dark
#women
#men
#angels
#temptation
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Ghost Buster
#dark
#erotic
#evil
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Releasing the Light
It is our light not our darkness
that most frightens us.'
We lit the candles of our Spirit—
not under a bushel of ancient secrets
digging as moles in sunken basements;
but, a cavernous gateway to acceptance
Trimmed the wicks of our heart
to observe Love blaze brighter
from this darkest eve of Winter
Allowed flames to alight memory—
fill our dark soul of night
with fresh perspectives in truth
Felt bygone...
that most frightens us.'
We lit the candles of our Spirit—
not under a bushel of ancient secrets
digging as moles in sunken basements;
but, a cavernous gateway to acceptance
Trimmed the wicks of our heart
to observe Love blaze brighter
from this darkest eve of Winter
Allowed flames to alight memory—
fill our dark soul of night
with fresh perspectives in truth
Felt bygone...
#dark
#sun
#winter
#nature
#humankind
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A Plea to Morpheus
I was given turmoiled dreamery
of bold assassinations and murders,
with a host of grosser obscenery
on a stage of bloody beams and girders .
Why send me dreams of these clotted horrors?
Why not a scene of placid moon and stars
for all we prone, depleted snorers
instead of more frets than mile long guitars?
Morpheus, please, give me sweet scenes of love
where no one has bullets passing through heads,
and only angels drift down from above
to make out with me on rococo beds.
You know dreams...
of bold assassinations and murders,
with a host of grosser obscenery
on a stage of bloody beams and girders .
Why send me dreams of these clotted horrors?
Why not a scene of placid moon and stars
for all we prone, depleted snorers
instead of more frets than mile long guitars?
Morpheus, please, give me sweet scenes of love
where no one has bullets passing through heads,
and only angels drift down from above
to make out with me on rococo beds.
You know dreams...
#dark
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NLP
A long, long time ago
When I used to be in sales
I learned the phrase
“I say it they’ll doubt it, if they say it’s true”
I also heard
“Necessity is the mother of invention
And repetition is the mother of learning”
For years these three things stayed on my mind
And now they have fully come to light
Warping the very fabric of reality
Because the truth may be too much to accept
A liar will sell his fabrication
Repeating it over, and over again
To the point his customers will repeat it and buy it
Hook line and...
When I used to be in sales
I learned the phrase
“I say it they’ll doubt it, if they say it’s true”
I also heard
“Necessity is the mother of invention
And repetition is the mother of learning”
For years these three things stayed on my mind
And now they have fully come to light
Warping the very fabric of reality
Because the truth may be too much to accept
A liar will sell his fabrication
Repeating it over, and over again
To the point his customers will repeat it and buy it
Hook line and...
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#WritingPoetry
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The Two Headed Beast
This poem was a direct narrative regarding evil spirits my great grann in the Republic of Haiti seems to ramble about coming to pass
Mache nan lafwa (Walk In Faith)
Veil of darkness
Midnight mind where twisted souls lark
The light of the way dims its wicked pride
Clad in disdain for a sinful ride
Moon dances by spits of fire
Raised flames of immortality its devious desires
Who speaks for tongues so virtuous in deceit
The abomination answered, of a conjured risen beast
Walks upright, horns hidden so serene and so...
Mache nan lafwa (Walk In Faith)
Veil of darkness
Midnight mind where twisted souls lark
The light of the way dims its wicked pride
Clad in disdain for a sinful ride
Moon dances by spits of fire
Raised flames of immortality its devious desires
Who speaks for tongues so virtuous in deceit
The abomination answered, of a conjured risen beast
Walks upright, horns hidden so serene and so...
#dark
#war
#evil
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Interior Redesign
This cacophony of thoughts
penetrate my core
(as I disembowel myself
on your thorn-clad
embrace) infecting
this already darkened
soul with delicious oblivion,
when velvet night brushes
fingers
along
my
spine,
skin blissfully crawls
as vestigial light
diminishes,
this baptism of dysphoria constrains
a love of the disposable,
meaningless provides the escape
of ill fated promises.
penetrate my core
(as I disembowel myself
on your thorn-clad
embrace) infecting
this already darkened
soul with delicious oblivion,
when velvet night brushes
fingers
along
my
spine,
skin blissfully crawls
as vestigial light
diminishes,
this baptism of dysphoria constrains
a love of the disposable,
meaningless provides the escape
of ill fated promises.
#dark
#hurt
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Tongue Of Requiem
A haunting bed of cello in my mind's delirium
unnerving my pulse disturbing the dead
the demons in my head's psychoanalysis
a chamber of fools speaking requiem in tongue
in the chaos of ecstasy's decadence seducing
the carrion of my flesh in a haunting bed of cello
as I speak with Mama from the grave
unnerving my pulse disturbing the dead
the demons in my head's psychoanalysis
a chamber of fools speaking requiem in tongue
in the chaos of ecstasy's decadence seducing
the carrion of my flesh in a haunting bed of cello
as I speak with Mama from the grave
#dark
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DU Poetry : Dark by Top Critiquers Poems