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because much as the Bible was dictated so men would scribe his words, instead i heard the voic of the dearly departed Mr. William Burroughs..there was a dude who wrote a lot of stuph and injected a lot of stuph
SO DON'T WALK DOWN THE STREET WITH ME, SEE IF I GIVE A SHIT
The curse of conscience, the dread of feeling, They rip and tear at my very being, And pain and hurt I can't avoid, I can't escape, nowhere to hide, Oh if one fatal thrust could end it now, To say goodbye, farewell and bow, But it can
I walk to relieve the pain,........... I walk to be found I walk to clear my head,............. and I walk to be profound I walk to find myself, I walk to find help I walk to find the innocence I once had,......I walk to find my lost soul I w
We've had two famous killers from Wisconsin, Ed Gein and Jeffrey Dahmer.
Something to share about primitive feelings
Just a flow of words that came out one evening...No nothing really dark or morbid...just words
somewhat darker and may or may not make sense...
Covered in scarred bruises my mind trying to be happy.. I'm losing sleep And I assure myself everything is ok! so dark...cold... something there is missing And nothing seems to fit... No arms do I need but your arms And you are not there!
I cant get enough dark occult writes...
Based on a dream diary I kept...
How can you fix your lips to say something that just ain't true, I told you if you kept it real with me I keep it real with you, there's a distance in between us only time seems to fill that Gap, as I stand Here Twisted in another world it's me who h
I am haunted incapable of escaping you I would rather be tortured than lose you... You the haunted house your dark ancestors peer out of the windows
as i search for me through the fire of vacancy. there's nothing left of me as you can see. just a man a myth unspoken of through life and misery. death some might say poison in the rain. a gentle mind of heartbreak and pain. a jester a knight but nev
Love for rent, temporary not free Rent this love for a large fee Money from your pocket I will take Real love I give never fake Conditions are strict but few Fact is there is just two First this love is always mobile To hope for a stay is futi
Just seeing the dark rather than the lighti my own side of the world..
No longer can I bare his dirty Oder His lust full glare I can feel him every were He haunts my dreams I dare not tell for he is violent and wicked I cannot sleep for I am full dread He tells my family will wind up dead I kiss him and
just a small haiku from a everyday life
a personal poem
A life is broken, Lived by words unspoken Tears and blood left to stain, This soul plagued to pain A victim once, a victim twice, When will love Suffice? No happiness left to ignite For a life has been broken tonight.
Just circumstance
The darkness and uncertainty of life during this pandemic is very unnerving.
was played from a distance till I got there and saw for myself hey was I stupid to even think twice about this person
A curse on the burden of essence, tis a spark not a flame burning bright, for it has no reprieve or forgivness, slips away as a thief in the night, The promise is not as it seems, its merit be dammed and be done, see the lie see the trick,
Her love was like music Now I am driving down a fog wondering where I am in this braided fabric of midnight and so it goes gloom...
Just in deep dark thoughts of life....
Just in the mood to write tonight and to share if I may
sometimes I really don't understand. . . you like me or not and why not? simple? much easier to make enemies than find love
Also can be the Elites or the Illuminati they are mated with demons and humans
Six sides Closed in walls Gray barran Graffiti lurks cold to breath Lights flicker Senses void Hightened pain Ears closed Shouts of pain From others closed Senses hightened to the cold Investment breath heavy Damp one sits and dwel
I'm living in a childish game, I'm like a puppet without a name. Soon your gonna pull my strings, then the magic show begins. Take a seat one and all, see me about to crumble & fall. my hands and feet are on display. Doing at will, at your dismay
i love you you was a good friend but you left without even saying goodbye i miss you
all for fun, saw the picture and came up with my interpretation I am 1873 Weeks and 3 days 35 years 330 days 9 leap years 35 years, 47 weeks and 1 day and counting http://korn19.ch/coding/days.php if your curious and maybe comment your number of days if you choose
Wintered summertime in Ireland
Just started watching the movie Poltergeist. Heather O'Rourke who played Carol Ann Freeling died in 1988 at the age of 12 from a misdiagnosed intestinal stenosis. I have seen the other two movies and you can really see her face puffed out from her illness in Poltergeist III. The closest I have ever come in contact with a ghost was at a farm house my sister rented back in 1980. She moved because she felt watched by the ghost of the old man who died in that house.
Looking for something over the years... Looking for the sign that is near... This sign where everyone's dreams come true (It's True)... Where no one tells me who to be... Where no one tells me just what to do... Freedom is a place my dreams
I"m in my on zone came from a broken home house full of hustlers addicted to the provolone harsh city crooked economy people hate so much they"ll try and snuff out the nominee by:CRIZZO CITY ent. for. Publishing write me back
this poem takes you inside the mind of somone commiting suicide. I wrote this to show some of the thoughts that pass through these peoples minds and how it could have been stopped
I am pretty sure tht the above thoughts have come into every individuals mind @ least once in his/her life..... Please do not quote anything from religious books like the Bible, Quran, Geeta, Torah etc. the beginning of every religion is the same... and it is this "Same beginning" that I am referring to...
May 20th - Drifting through a Dante'ian vision of hell just to fetch a loaf of bread Glimpsing the tormented souls of the living who've no idea they are already dead I'd already spoken with the angels while the words of the prophets echoed off t
There you are then. Pass the tea pot:)
I saw you with the devil inside Running away with your skeliton bride Where were you when her mother cried on her knees I wanted to feel and you know that I tried But I got caught with a counerfeit bribe You always told the truth as you lied to
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