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Why is it the world is still spinning Have they not noticed that I am dead Am I that insignificant that no-one cares No-one weeps and mourns my loss No outpouring o
It appears that very few really take the time to get to know & understand the person they are chatting to on these sites. Everyone wants a quick fix. How long can you wear that heavy mask before the real you is revealed? Without patience ... this is one long and lonely road to nowhere ... fast.
I'm a ghost, you walk right through me. I wish I could feel you, that brief second we are one. Or know what you are thinking. When your mind, passes through mine. And what you are seeing, when our eyes are inline Is it me? Couldn't be,
Drunk on freshly fallen dew Main coarse at the bar-b-que It's not my hypocratic oath So I'm not the one to quote Change the way you change Erase and retrace my face I smoked a crusty roach And found a new approach Taste the way I feel Y
Like closing my eyes and taking in surroundings Falling into lacey arms Disarmed in the TV shadows Blue lights and monotonous drones of DVD Tasting tomatoes on razor beard hairs Cutting out red tinged blush on my face In this place I am locked
My hate is real I hate what you did I hate what you did in me I hate you, you hear me, I hate you…. My hate is real My hate now has life, a life of its own It comes and goes My hate is real!
Give me back! My poetry words, You are so bad! To steal my feelings, I am so sad! To see this happening, I am so scared! Of another dealing. All hands on deck! The captain is coming, Skipper men the ropes! A sea storm is brewing, 1s
Its what was inside,Its surfaced...!
To go unnoticed
random fragments of crazy ideas.
Tears like diamonds finely cut As many as stars in Heaven Moans of yesterday escapes Like seven times eleven One could ask what does it mean When the bus pulls in the station Bodies piled up to the sky Waiting for cremation Empty winds ho
in state of haka meditation..
Take away my sin Don't cast me aside For I feel hollow within My strength withers My arms are thin My body withers From decades toil Now broken my strength gone Where has life gone My strength now faltering My body broken Oh wher
my wife going with another woman
The one eye demon is alive, Tonight we drink tomorrow we die, Let me share with you the secret, The man on the moon is a lie! The wolves were counting sheeps, On the queen Elizabeth ship, It was not to fall asleep, But to take a penalty kick
My teenage years were dark and morbid. I wrote a lot of dark simple poems. I think most of my poems are self explanatory.
a quick rough draft to be made better later
I have looked, and looked quite deeply I am empty, there is nothing inside me Yet out there, somewhere, I can hear it It is like a voice in the air shouting at me Shouting, like a whisper, a demented croak But no matter how hard I look, I see na
Written today march 31st 2013
Down I went, deeper and deeper Yet the bottom seemed to elude me The harder I tried, the deeper to go For some reason it would not let it be So there I was, well pour me another To these depths I might sink tonight Memory that eats at me, wil
It's against the law to love~
I wrote this poem and many others during a time when I was involved with a man who had some commitment problems. He lived with me for a year and then decided to move out while continuing a relationship with me. I went through a lot of emotional turmoil and found solace in writing these poems and performing in open mic poetry readings around town. Oddly enough, that is where I met my husband a couple of years later. The poem is somewhat s*xual, but the underlying meaning is that I wanted that man to understand me. I wanted him to "be inside" of me to understand how I felt.
New stuff...
A true story...
REINCARNATION= you died, then you were reborn into a new body. INCARNATION= you haven't had the luxery of being reborn yet, basically. you are a new soul and this was your first birth... CARNATION= has 2 meanings, 1~a flower... 2~Its something, someone, or whatever that was never born, had never died, for it had just always been... think about it deeply and maybe you will understand what I'm truly speaking of... i had this piece written 1 year before i came up with the title... This song will be on the album i call... "THE DIVINE SPIRIT OF DAMNATION" hope u like this one... i welcome all ur comments. and anythjng thou wisheth to speaketh of.. ~~~~ Bobby
would you shed a tear for that 3 legged puppy? or maybe a tear for that rich diseased infested yuppy? how about a would be mother's dead baby? or the poor little girl's pet that has rabies? would you shed a tear? would you shed a tear for a wi
Game is up, we're in a battlefield.
Some of my finest dark poetry...
To each his own hell. Their version they will tell. From grace each has fell. Their torment, only one knows well. I have witness the embodiment of my greatest fear. It has blistered my soul but I have not shed a tear. Why can I not cry? I ca
I wrote this during a creative writing class last year.
Something years ago I was front man for a group called Danny's Big Wheel ( After the little boy Danny always riding his big wheel In one of the greatest movies ever The Shining) So I dug it up to help dig myself out, you dig. I deleted by mistake and reposting.
For some reason my life is like the weather. Both predictable and not at times. But I know I'm not the only one in the world whose life plays out like texas hold em so its for anyone who feels the same or just appreciates poetry.
the pain it permeates. it radiates and grows taking over all of me, within and without. it seems inherent- i liken it to having breath. it is part of the mechanism and cannot be re-routed. my every moment waking or slumber its there whe
Bringer of peace Harbinger of evil Two sides one coin
I spoke these words with everglay Whilst trolling all around me Twas not what I expect everyday So leave thyself and let me be Through forest, glen and dale The warbles sing their song And on the wind we shall set sail Come midnight bell wil
this poem is all about MR. TRAVIS IAN, COWBOYS AND INDIANS
Wednesday, 18 March 18 2009 - A dark poem motivated by all those people who look at me and see something that they don't like about themselves.
Not so dark.... SS
death be thy name to harvest the darkness and the pain through sorrow and only for you i do it all in vain from the flames to a world that only ever rains death be thy name to harvest the darkness and the pain as far as sanity can reclaim death
its about a cheating girl i had the misfortune to have feelings for
after this weirdo wedding took place (words of the preacher still fresh in my head) went off to find lodging for the night found the "Treetop Inn" could provide us bed our wedding night, overlooking the interstate didn't really matter, we watc
We all have our poison
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