Dark Poetry Poems (2,487)

know not, believe not
betrayal over kindness
feel not ,deserve not
trials bring numbness

yesterday gone too fast
today dont wanna smile
fear not butvyou must
will tomorrow disappear?

night crowl claim spaces
as sun swallowed by dark sky
fallen angel got me confuses
crack soul to endless cry

shameless meaningless
crowd dont speak
stay in silence
wait till the ice break

Deep down she floats into the murky depths
Ever deeper surrounded by the stench of decay
Before she even realises, there is only gloom
All hope is gone, only despondency and despair
Still once more she tries, one more struggle
Eventually the realisation comes to her, slowly
Death is her option, bowing her head she succumbs

You adopted me
I thank you much
But what you don't know
I'm wicked evil and such
You think I'm an eight year old girl
But in reality I'm 33
I suffer a rare form of dwarfism
So what I really am you don't see
I killed the last family who adopted me
The husband didn't want me sexually
But he couldn't understand
I'm not eight
I'm 33
I killed a nun
I have killed your husband too
Now I almost killed your son
I almost killed your daughter too
But you stopped me
Kicked me in the head
Now I'm drowned at the bottom of this lake
Here I lay dead
But still I'm thankful for you adopting me
The eight year old girl who was 33

Crap here
Crap there
There's crap everywhere
Piles upon piles
Always moving stuff
Always tripping over stuff
It's all insanity!
It's all confusion!
It's all madness!
Throw it away
Throw it away
You say no!
I might sell it some day
I can use that
That holds sentimental value
I can't waste
Money is too tight
I look at the bicycle you found on the side of the road
You say it is in good shape
Who is it for?
Your child has grown
Piles go and piles come
In the end
It's just a hoarding sickness
Now where is the dog?

1792




Fear gripped his heart
ripped it apart.
His trembling limbs
had knowledge of his sins
Hanging was the game.
Survival was plain-
nonsense he knew.
So right on queue
he, the last one
swung on the gibbet,
until his bones withered.

I was walking home from school on a cold winter day
Took a shortcut through the woods and I lost my way
It was getting late and I was scared and alone
Then a mean old man took my hand and led me home
Mama couldn't see him but he was standing there
I knew in my heart he was answer to my nightmares
Oh I believe there are demons among us
Sent up to us from somewhere down below
They come to you and me to create our darkest hours
To show us how to die
To teach us how to take
To guide us with the darkness of hate
Life had troubled times
Had me down on my knees
There's always been someone to come along and frighten me
A harsh word from a stranger to take my self esteem
A phone call from a collector just to say where is my cash
Ain't it kinda funny at the dark end of the road
Someone blocks the way with just a single word of doubt
Oh I believe there are demons among us
Sent up to us from somewhere down below
They come to you and me
To create our darkest hours
Show us how to die
Teach us how to take
To guide us with the darkness of hate
To guide us with the darkness of hate

Day bows out, night comes in
And the music slowly fades
Falling mist, sight grows dim
The windows close their shades

All’s been said
No more to cry
One question remains
God why?

the lying began in fear
taught to do what
all living things do
survive
it could be said that
each lie was a step toward
the end but
so is just living

creeping headache
her cigarette
her virtue
blaze in
your direction and
further
an eyebrow states
it's much too late
to reconcile hopes and habits
gone like the smiling one
went out to dream in a field
but was lost among gravestones
given to know you
are just what you seem
she sighs at your plea
to drop her ash
lower her brow
and look closer

Fanatics are not a breed,
nor a race or religion,
Many faces and places,
I do wonder and say indeed!

These are descendant,
of the group known as Dragons,
worshipped by many and feared by armies,
they have Asians and Europeans in their league,

Muslims,Atheist,Buddhist,Christians,Hindus,Catholics and especially free thinkers in their midst,
They are the Draconians,
Alas who is listening. . . .

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