Random Dark Poetry Poems (2,487)

Damn the world if I'm not real.is it a dream how come I can't feel.my soul is so very still.iv never felt this ill.so am I a dream are can you even tell.damn the world if I'm not real.

Halloween is the time when children

dress up as witches, gouls and ghosties

to celebrate this special yearly event.


But there was a time in 1790 that it was a

different story, in America and other countries

around that time suspected women and men

of practicing black magic using evil chants and


Spells, and were seeked out by townspeople.

A witch was a woman who loved black cats and

used secret potions had bubbling cauldrens and


Flew around on broomsticks and if caught would be

burned at the stake or summarily drowned by the

leaders of the witch hunters, all this was the lead up


To what we now celebrate as Halloween. Children go

around trick or treating, unaware of the folklore

of the flying witch on her broomstick and evil doings


Children now expect that at midnight witches will make

their appearance during the bewitching hour, flying

across the face of the moon on their broomsticks.

Halloween is really meant to be the night of the Witch.

You're in my dreams!,
I hear these echoing screams,
I need to breathe!,
You keep smothering me,
When your fire burns,
There's nowhere to turn,
You attack me with words,
Like you don't know how it hurts,
Now my backs to the wall,
I don't want to fall,
I've got nowhere to go,
You have to leave me alone,
But you're in my dreams,
You're in my dreams...

love in letter
ripped torn
thorn touch it
now got a scar to remeber
all days allthese ways
life burns faster
picture becomes memorie
in this word i look dictinary
does it become clearer
become nearer
say dear
take all throw it away
does it become clearer
become nearer
love in letter
ripped torn
thorn touch it
now got a scar to remeber
long road
heavy load
story told
may be hot cold
pray to the lord
become nearer
say dear
take all throw it away
does it become clearer
become nearer
love in letter
ripped torn
thorn touch it
now got a scar to remeber
unverse that galaxy
champagne becomes shattered glass
now got a scar to remember
in that thorn
word sworn
after before
now got a scar to remeber

another day
another way
inside iv'e died
love in letter
ripped torn
thorn touch it
now got a scar to remeber
life burns faster
picture becomes memorie
in this word i look dictinary
does it become clearer
become nearer
say dear
take all throw it away
does it become clearer
become nearer
By Andy Hodge
?Saturday, ?March ?31, ?2012

This cold dark night.....
its quiet in the house
everybody sleeping, nobody hear, nobody see

Moon lights up between dark clouds
its big, circular and filled with silver

Kissing my dirty window and sailing
searching into the room
track of little sparkle silver star
left behind, raining down
dancing in front of my eyes

When I reach out my hands to the silver rain
it disappear and become sand
running through my fingers
this cold dark night.....

I am frezzing.....
I could feel painful wind coming.....
ice cold hard wind, like a storm inside my body
leave frost in my heart and soul

My hands become white as snow
to get harder and harder to breathe
I can hear someone cry deep inside

I get buried in emptiness, silence and cold reality
its quiet in the house, nobody hear, nobody see

I have a dream.....
a dream I never can sleep of
this cold dark night.....


CINNA

Breaking darkenss with a new light
I cannot make myself not want
And then she stares at me with those eyes
Then I know my will is gone

My fear keeps me alive
As my insomnia taunts
But her beauty is by design
And her touch designed to haunt

I GAVE YOU THE WORLD......
I GAVE YOU A LIFE.....
I MADE YOU WHO YOU ARE!!
I MADE YOU FCKN FLY!!!!!
AND YOU TREAT ME THIS WAY???
I ROLLED IN PAIN.. BURNED ALIVE FOR YOU...
AND YOU JUST WALK OVER ME???
AS THOUGH I DID NOTHING?
WHAT DID I DO?? WELL,I DID WAY TOO MUCH FOR YOU!!!!!
I TOOK WORTHLESS TRASH AND MOLDED IT INTO SOMETHING BRILLIANT!!
AND GUESS WHAT?
TRASH WILL BE TRASH!!!!
TURNS AROUND AND HITS YOU IN THE FACE,
WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO FOR ME???
WOW... I HATE LIFE.

Beside the waters edge
the curious bend
of tree bough lay
across the water
like an extended arm

there sits ophelia
her patterned dress
with flowered hem
of brownish light
decorate dress so white

a flower band
around her waist
her arms rise up
she plays with her
long flowered hair

pale she looks
though red her lips
appearing as if
to day dream
above the lillie pads

young and pure
her looks one sees
ophelia
the painting still
holds her life

and though
she drowned
by waters there
pretty girl
with longish hair

your memory
is still preserved
and better too
as if one could
save you

should painting
open up
and you go through
and catch
the sleeping beauty

door open
let us through
catch ophelia
let us do
save the girl
from such an end
to young to die
a life to spend...






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Sometimes I

Sometimes I believe in time running
Time running between my arms..
Sometimes I hold something Ill with my spirit
Spirit of my hands
Sometimes I forget to light a cigarette,
And watch smoke
Sometimes I fell power between air
Air full of spirit,
and me
Sometimes I forgot to fell power of my spirit,
And touch and hold spirit
Sometimes I fell sickness
Of their spirit
And I joust want to believe that evil can become good
Sometimes I think about sickness and
Think about evil holding a lighted cigarette
Sometimes I joust run from evil
Sometimes my body and soul fell a spirit of fear
Faer inside me
Me and my self
Sometimes I fell pain in soul
Sometimes my soul is wounded
Sometimes my body is full of pain
Sometimes i feel fear and pain in soul
Always I ask my self am I good enought
Somethimes I share my pains and fears
With good people
Sometimes I share my memories with good people
Always I am worried about good people
Always I dont care about bad people
People In front of who's Satan is weak of evil
Somethimes I need to burn my minds
Burn my minds
And dont care abut burned minds
Sometimes I cry in my soul
Sometimes but not ofen
Sometimes my soul is happy,
And I'am happy in my soul
Sometimes I fell twiches in my body
Sometimes my soul is twiching
Sometimes for me seems a world is broken
Sometimes I ask my self what is root of madness
Sometimes I laugh over the madness
Somethimes madness is making me happy
But don't ask me why…

WHEN YOU FIGHT, DO YOU LOVE THE SIGHT? WHEN SHE TAKE FLIGHT TO GET AWAY FROM THAT SLAP, THAT HAD HER HEAD GO BACK, AGAINST THE WALL. AS YOUR HAND RECOILS TO DO MORE HARM. AS SHE RUN YOU GIVE CHASE, GRABBING HER ARM TO PUNCH HER IN THE FACE.

AS HER EYES PUFF UP FROM THE DAMAGE YOU DONE. THEN YOU WANT TO LAY HER DOWN, SO YOU CAN MAKE LOVE. HOW CAN YOU LAY WITH HER, KISS HER LIPS & TRY TO LOOK IN HER EYE YOU JUST HIT.

WONDERING IF SHE LOVES YOU OR IS IT FEAR. AS YOU PUMPING INSIDE HER, AS SHE LAY STILL. YOUR MIND IS STARTING TO REEL. CAUSE SHES NOT MOVING AS SHE USE TOO. IS SHE CHEATING, YOU ASK. THEN HERE COMES ANOTHER AZZ BEATING THAT FAST.

AS SHE TRIES TO PUSH YOU OFF. YOUR MIND IS AT A COMPLETE LOSS. FOR YOU LOVE THIS WOMAN, YOU TRIED TO PUT IN A COMA. AS SHE BEG YOU TO STOP. TELLING YOU SHE SORRY FOR ALL THATS BEEN DONE, SHE IS QUICK TO TELL YOU "YOU HAVE WON".

AFTER THE SECOND ROUND OF PAIN. SHES TO SCARED TO LEAVE. CAUSE YOU'RE ON YOUR KNEES BEGGING HER TO HELP YOU PLEASE.

ONE DAY HOPEFULLY NOT TO SOON, HER PARENTS WILL BE PICKING OUT HER DRESS FOR HER ENTERNAL REST. FOR THEM FITS, YOU JUST COULDNT QUIT. GOING UPSIDE HER HEAD. TILL HER BODY SHUT DOWN AND CALLED IT QUITS.

NOW YOURE IN JAIL. THE WOMAN POPULATION IS HAPPY AS HELL. ONE LESS ABUSER TO WORRY ABOUT. BUT THE PEOPLE WHO KNEW HER, WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER ONE SORRY AZZ LOSER, THAT COULDNT QUIT HAVE A FIT. BEATING ON A WOMAN MAKES ME SICK.