NP_NP
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 3:06pm
5th Feb 2025 3:06pm
Star
I walk this street now without fear, But the first time I returned, I wanted to tear down the sign, The one that said Royce Drive. When I thought I had moved on, Whispers reached my ear, Destiny points and says "You and her, You haven’t faced the darkness yet.”
Little me rushes to my side, Grabbing my hand, Squeezing it tight. Together, we open each door, Each one hiding a story Too grim for words.
The first words ring in my ear— "Get the bitch out of my face. "The first words my mother ever spoke to me. Some things, I could have lived without knowing. ...
Little me rushes to my side, Grabbing my hand, Squeezing it tight. Together, we open each door, Each one hiding a story Too grim for words.
The first words ring in my ear— "Get the bitch out of my face. "The first words my mother ever spoke to me. Some things, I could have lived without knowing. ...
#dark
#death
#evil
#horror
#sadness
64 reads
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 8:53pm
3rd Feb 2025 8:53pm
Miss Birdseed
The public house had long been haunted by some strange presence that upset slop trays and let beer dribble out from the taps when no one was looking, but it was not really about this that the publican's wife had come to consult the occult detective, Joshua Samuels.
'That's just the Pimlico poisoner, that is' said Mrs Godalming with weird alacrity. 'Back in my grandfather's day, the pub was frequented by bigwigs from Westminster on their way to County Hall, where Maggie Struthers was strung up by her neck in the place of execution for killing her husband and child with arsenic....
'That's just the Pimlico poisoner, that is' said Mrs Godalming with weird alacrity. 'Back in my grandfather's day, the pub was frequented by bigwigs from Westminster on their way to County Hall, where Maggie Struthers was strung up by her neck in the place of execution for killing her husband and child with arsenic....
#evil
#ghosts
#historical #horror
#historical #horror
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
The Others
As I previously mentioned she was encountering "Them"
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
#aging
#evil
#fear
#MentalHealth
#scary
74 reads
6 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 4:20am
25th Jan 2025 4:20am
Angel Heart
#dark
#dirty
#erotic #evil
#erotic #evil
235 reads
5 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 11:22pm
6th Jan 2025 11:22pm
Soulstorm of the Wicked (Ghostlords of the Witch)
Through disease, war and self-destruction the Cunaim city-state fell
They was the greatest of them all who spiraled down broken stairs into hell,
“Those other city-states the Cunaim controlled were put in their place
Even though limited freedom was given they were still looked upon with disgrace,
“One vassal state secretly breed a generation until they bled poisonous blood
Every year performing an evil ritual holiday of sinister loyalty and fake love,
“With a form of Seppuku they would drain themselves dry
Upon farming fields, sewers...
They was the greatest of them all who spiraled down broken stairs into hell,
“Those other city-states the Cunaim controlled were put in their place
Even though limited freedom was given they were still looked upon with disgrace,
“One vassal state secretly breed a generation until they bled poisonous blood
Every year performing an evil ritual holiday of sinister loyalty and fake love,
“With a form of Seppuku they would drain themselves dry
Upon farming fields, sewers...
#dark
#evil
#ghosts #sacrifice
#ghosts #sacrifice
81 reads
2 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 10:47pm
20th Dec 2024 10:47pm
Glass Abortions (Cauldron Kill Series)
#dirty
#evil
#mother
#rejection
#son
64 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 9:50am
18th Dec 2024 9:50am
Cigarettes
#death
#evil
#funny
69 reads
4 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 9:05pm
27th Nov 2024 9:05pm
Storms of Diamonds and White Snakes (Cauldron Kill Series)
#curse
#daughter
#evil #sex
#evil #sex
88 reads
6 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 8:57pm
21st Nov 2024 8:57pm
The Collection of Souls
From the fiery gates where sulfur reeks,
And cursed winds whisper, the darkness speaks.
Demons emerge, with talons stained,
Hunters of souls, by sin profaned.
They slither through cracks in the earthly shell,
Bringing forth ruin, a taste of hell.
A tire blown, a bridge that sways,
A home consumed by vengeful blaze.
Every accident, each cruel design,
A snare for the wicked by infernal line.
Yet mankind, oh fools, make their task so light,
Their greed and wrath a beacon in night.
Contracts inked in blood are signed, ...
And cursed winds whisper, the darkness speaks.
Demons emerge, with talons stained,
Hunters of souls, by sin profaned.
They slither through cracks in the earthly shell,
Bringing forth ruin, a taste of hell.
A tire blown, a bridge that sways,
A home consumed by vengeful blaze.
Every accident, each cruel design,
A snare for the wicked by infernal line.
Yet mankind, oh fools, make their task so light,
Their greed and wrath a beacon in night.
Contracts inked in blood are signed, ...
#dark
#death
#devil
#evil
#SelfDiscovery
86 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 4:05am
21st Nov 2024 4:05am
A One Eyed Horse
Over lanes I tread
Neath a black sky, a dead moon overhead
Aye, naught but the dead
Naught but rocks and runes instead
Out by yon farmer’s field
Walketh one apart from the rest
From it the others peeled
A horse, an unholy crest
On a rocky road by the wall
Where the cattle oft do graze
Cometh a horse black and tall
And meeteth my nervous gaze
Lo, struck am I with the smell of rot
And the visage of blighted skin
This thing from Hell begot
Decaying deep within
It whispereth through dread lips ...
Neath a black sky, a dead moon overhead
Aye, naught but the dead
Naught but rocks and runes instead
Out by yon farmer’s field
Walketh one apart from the rest
From it the others peeled
A horse, an unholy crest
On a rocky road by the wall
Where the cattle oft do graze
Cometh a horse black and tall
And meeteth my nervous gaze
Lo, struck am I with the smell of rot
And the visage of blighted skin
This thing from Hell begot
Decaying deep within
It whispereth through dread lips ...
#dark
#evil
#horror
#horses
#night
123 reads
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 5:52am
19th Nov 2024 5:52am
Elias's incantations from the Grimoire - part of the fictional prose, "Reflections of the Summoned"
Elias spoke out loudly and called out to the netherworld, I call upon thee,
Bael, the King of Secrets,
to leave your thrown amidst the high court,
and to come forth,
grant me knowledge beyond my mortal grasp.
Echoes of Ars Goetia
In the tongue of the Unheard,
words spiral, not for mortals' comprehension,
but for shadows, caught in unseen threads.
From the roots of the Earth, I summon,
binding syllables like iron chains:
Tar’zem’et salfor’en quirel. ...
Bael, the King of Secrets,
to leave your thrown amidst the high court,
and to come forth,
grant me knowledge beyond my mortal grasp.
Echoes of Ars Goetia
In the tongue of the Unheard,
words spiral, not for mortals' comprehension,
but for shadows, caught in unseen threads.
From the roots of the Earth, I summon,
binding syllables like iron chains:
Tar’zem’et salfor’en quirel. ...
#devil
#evil
#fiction
65 reads
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CasketSharpe
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 10:34pm
18th Nov 2024 10:34pm
The Hidden Code of Extinction (Cauldron Kill Series)
Born from failed tech support and Faraday matrix light
Through the digital world Lord IF.6 roams like a vampire at night,
“Looking and searching for all things with a sinister worth
Mainly, shameful and hidden-giving evil an everyday new birth,
“Firewalls, viruses and false updates is what makes Lord IF.6 grow
Keeping Lord IF.6 connected to all and in the know,
“Disconnection of any kind will only give limited pause
Lord IF.6 consider himself a digital God beyond all of humanities laws,
“The Palace of 0.1 is where Lord...
Through the digital world Lord IF.6 roams like a vampire at night,
“Looking and searching for all things with a sinister worth
Mainly, shameful and hidden-giving evil an everyday new birth,
“Firewalls, viruses and false updates is what makes Lord IF.6 grow
Keeping Lord IF.6 connected to all and in the know,
“Disconnection of any kind will only give limited pause
Lord IF.6 consider himself a digital God beyond all of humanities laws,
“The Palace of 0.1 is where Lord...
#evil
#technology
158 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Evil
