ThePalestRider
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 6:03am
14th Feb 2025 6:03am
Carved
Etching in moonlight
Dancing around the totem
Ghost drums
Marks in the stone
Tongues long forgotten
Night hums
Blood on the roots
Spilled in the pattern
Flesh numb
Smoke forms a sign
Black stars are watching
Oath sung
Limbs twist in prayer
Eyes turned to nothing
Veil strung
Shadows take shape
The hunger awakens
Doomed drums
Dancing around the totem
Ghost drums
Marks in the stone
Tongues long forgotten
Night hums
Blood on the roots
Spilled in the pattern
Flesh numb
Smoke forms a sign
Black stars are watching
Oath sung
Limbs twist in prayer
Eyes turned to nothing
Veil strung
Shadows take shape
The hunger awakens
Doomed drums
#dark
#death
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PunkPoe
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 8:56pm
13th Feb 2025 8:56pm
Aftershokk
"Aftershokk"
I stand on the edge of bridges burnt
I'm choking on the lessons I've learnt
Will karma really bite me in the ass?
I'm trapped in sands of an hourglass
I watch my life through the filthy pain
Every bit of my love will slowly drain
Atrocity rushes in my soul to rupture
What will cease my lifetime of torture?
All I really need is a hollow point bullet
I'll muster up the courage & just pull it!
Will I feel my brains paint these walls?
Or sense the gravity as my body falls?
Because...
I stand on the edge of bridges burnt
I'm choking on the lessons I've learnt
Will karma really bite me in the ass?
I'm trapped in sands of an hourglass
I watch my life through the filthy pain
Every bit of my love will slowly drain
Atrocity rushes in my soul to rupture
What will cease my lifetime of torture?
All I really need is a hollow point bullet
I'll muster up the courage & just pull it!
Will I feel my brains paint these walls?
Or sense the gravity as my body falls?
Because...
#death
#depression
#despair
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 4:46pm
13th Feb 2025 4:46pm
The Thing. That Voice. This Darkness
Hallowed Hells
Midnight bell chimes
Whispers on the wind
Something came in
Click. Clack
Steps on stone
Measured, patient
Drawing near
Scratch. Scratch
Nails on wood
A slow, deliberate greeting
Creak. Groan
Shadows swell
Heavy with breath unseen
Hush. Hush
A voice, dry as withered leaves
Calling a name I’ve never spoken
Drip. Drip
From nowhere, from everywhere
The scent of earth, of rot, of time undone
Thud. Thud
A weight against the door, ...
Midnight bell chimes
Whispers on the wind
Something came in
Click. Clack
Steps on stone
Measured, patient
Drawing near
Scratch. Scratch
Nails on wood
A slow, deliberate greeting
Creak. Groan
Shadows swell
Heavy with breath unseen
Hush. Hush
A voice, dry as withered leaves
Calling a name I’ve never spoken
Drip. Drip
From nowhere, from everywhere
The scent of earth, of rot, of time undone
Thud. Thud
A weight against the door, ...
#dark
#death
#fear
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 1:31pm
13th Feb 2025 1:31pm
Death will never tear us apart
They were together a long time
He was retired
She was a homemaker all her life
Most of their family has moved away or died
Two hermits that knew nothing more then each other
They loved tv and game shows
They never left the house
They received their food and clothing through the internet
Occasionally a technician or handyman would come over to fix some household issue
They were happy
They knew no other way
One day the husband fell ill
She knew if she took him to the hospital, he'd die
At one point, he wanted to go, but she...
He was retired
She was a homemaker all her life
Most of their family has moved away or died
Two hermits that knew nothing more then each other
They loved tv and game shows
They never left the house
They received their food and clothing through the internet
Occasionally a technician or handyman would come over to fix some household issue
They were happy
They knew no other way
One day the husband fell ill
She knew if she took him to the hospital, he'd die
At one point, he wanted to go, but she...
#death
#horror
#marriage
#MentalHealth
#ShortStory
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 6:21am
13th Feb 2025 6:21am
A Decayed Longing
Planets Align
The dying claw at the sky
Under the beating of profane wings
Echoing the fall of the Eight
Usurp life
Insanity rides this epoch
A copulation of the mad
The Black Sophia whispering in tongues of flame
Its gaping maw
Hungers for the lush life beneath
A throne of writhing roots
Fed on the marrow of saints
Sealed by the Ninth Gate
Longinus pierces His side
The water that was spilled
Baptized a dead world
A birthright of sin
A tetrad of blood, salt, ash, and bone ...
The dying claw at the sky
Under the beating of profane wings
Echoing the fall of the Eight
Usurp life
Insanity rides this epoch
A copulation of the mad
The Black Sophia whispering in tongues of flame
Its gaping maw
Hungers for the lush life beneath
A throne of writhing roots
Fed on the marrow of saints
Sealed by the Ninth Gate
Longinus pierces His side
The water that was spilled
Baptized a dead world
A birthright of sin
A tetrad of blood, salt, ash, and bone ...
#death
#magic
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 00:11am
13th Feb 2025 00:11am
February Frost
The oak trees in winter
into the painted grey skies
ghosts of the midwinter fires
flames of darkness, touching down on earth
the purest water of the black lake
the great cold death brought forth
into the painted grey skies
ghosts of the midwinter fires
flames of darkness, touching down on earth
the purest water of the black lake
the great cold death brought forth
#dark
#death
#nature #winter
#nature #winter
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Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 4:29pm
12th Feb 2025 4:29pm
Over in a Distant Shore
Dreamers we were sighing as whispered winds
travelling with hands reaching playful drifts
our hopes whimsical unreachable as shadow dancers
mere whispers in air kisses like spectral gifts
before you left in twilight's hush sleepy eyes
looking towards the setting sun, sea kissed sky
bittersweet in life's lessons Soul learnt to fly
bathed in moonlight's shiny magic dusts
to have been cradled in that moonlight
to have rode on that foamy sea crests
laughter could have been our delight
our hearts together in shimmering...
travelling with hands reaching playful drifts
our hopes whimsical unreachable as shadow dancers
mere whispers in air kisses like spectral gifts
before you left in twilight's hush sleepy eyes
looking towards the setting sun, sea kissed sky
bittersweet in life's lessons Soul learnt to fly
bathed in moonlight's shiny magic dusts
to have been cradled in that moonlight
to have rode on that foamy sea crests
laughter could have been our delight
our hearts together in shimmering...
#death
#memorial
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 11:54am
12th Feb 2025 11:54am
The Late Douglas Adams
He was very tall, he stood six feet five.
He died too young, he couldn't survive.
He wrote "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" and some episodes of "Doctor Who".
Dying at the young age of forty-nine was tragic and that's certainly true.
He died nearly a quarter of a century ago and he won't be coming back.
He was a British man and people were sad when he died of a heart attack.
When this talented man died, it was a devastating blow.
I wish he could've lived longer but it was his time to go.
He died too young, he couldn't survive.
He wrote "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" and some episodes of "Doctor Who".
Dying at the young age of forty-nine was tragic and that's certainly true.
He died nearly a quarter of a century ago and he won't be coming back.
He was a British man and people were sad when he died of a heart attack.
When this talented man died, it was a devastating blow.
I wish he could've lived longer but it was his time to go.
#Britain
#death
#nonfiction
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 00:56am
12th Feb 2025 00:56am
It's Always About You
I see demons in the corners of my eyes.
Maybe it's just the reflections from the tears I won't let fall.
I'm seeing things I swear,
But they all say I'm not keen to supernatural beings.
I lie and say that doesn't bother me,
But my chest was ripped apart,
Because one day I swore I saw you,
And I can't live with knowing you're really gone.
Your home is cold, and it waits for you,
But there's something even colder that waits for you,
She rots and writes poems for a ghost that she knows will never return.
Maybe it's just the reflections from the tears I won't let fall.
I'm seeing things I swear,
But they all say I'm not keen to supernatural beings.
I lie and say that doesn't bother me,
But my chest was ripped apart,
Because one day I swore I saw you,
And I can't live with knowing you're really gone.
Your home is cold, and it waits for you,
But there's something even colder that waits for you,
She rots and writes poems for a ghost that she knows will never return.
#death
#depression
#emptiness
#grief
#hurt
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 10:09pm
11th Feb 2025 10:09pm
One last kiss
I hate this pale blue,
a shallow reminder of the sky,
as I hate the floral scented spray,
liberally used so we can pretend
we're not held hostage by failing health.
The beep, beep, beep of a heart beat,
the ever present sound of our mortality
is enough to make us swear off ever getting ill.
None of these mental gymnastics
will ever leave my lips
as I hold your hand and make believe
we're in some exotic, far off place making love.
With joy I remember our life on the edge,
always in danger of falling off, ...
a shallow reminder of the sky,
as I hate the floral scented spray,
liberally used so we can pretend
we're not held hostage by failing health.
The beep, beep, beep of a heart beat,
the ever present sound of our mortality
is enough to make us swear off ever getting ill.
None of these mental gymnastics
will ever leave my lips
as I hold your hand and make believe
we're in some exotic, far off place making love.
With joy I remember our life on the edge,
always in danger of falling off, ...
#death
#grief
#hope #love
#hope #love
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Xaphan
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 11:52am
10th Feb 2025 11:52am
Poetry From The Darkside
Evil monsters lurk within and they lurk to reap
They're in my mind and they're mine to keep
They'll hide from light, but when darkness grows
They'll whisper incantations, in lines of prose
They're always there, but not well defined
But the spells they cast, are to blow my mind
They're cloak and dagger, unreal, but stark
And so grotesque, they'll manifest the dark
They feed off nightmares, they feed off fear
I can hear their vile verses, for they are here
Their poetry from the darkside, is meant for me
For in my...
They're in my mind and they're mine to keep
They'll hide from light, but when darkness grows
They'll whisper incantations, in lines of prose
They're always there, but not well defined
But the spells they cast, are to blow my mind
They're cloak and dagger, unreal, but stark
And so grotesque, they'll manifest the dark
They feed off nightmares, they feed off fear
I can hear their vile verses, for they are here
Their poetry from the darkside, is meant for me
For in my...
#dark
#death
#monsters
#nightmares
#WritingPoetry
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 11:59am
9th Feb 2025 11:59am
Just around the corner
The car crash
The bodies inside making silent history
The girl
Her head smashed into the steering wheel
Her beautiful face
Her skull
Her forehead caved in and purple
The woman next to her
Her body
Her gentle eyes filled with glass
Her unborn child, twisted inside, neck broken, back broken, small mouth open, full of black congealed blood
The five year old boy in the back seat
Neck broken, legs wrapped around each other, broken several times
His little arms wrapped around himself as if he was freezing
Nothing moves
The...
The bodies inside making silent history
The girl
Her head smashed into the steering wheel
Her beautiful face
Her skull
Her forehead caved in and purple
The woman next to her
Her body
Her gentle eyes filled with glass
Her unborn child, twisted inside, neck broken, back broken, small mouth open, full of black congealed blood
The five year old boy in the back seat
Neck broken, legs wrapped around each other, broken several times
His little arms wrapped around himself as if he was freezing
Nothing moves
The...
#cars
#children
#death
#horror
#LifeStruggles
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