Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,485)

Your soul is searching again...
I can feel the depths of its anguish.

There, on the edge of the black-mist horizon...
That faint outline, wings spread, a dull, angry red.

I can feel the hunger and thirst emanating from you...
It's palpable, it makes me parched, hurting inside.

Seeking again, I know I can't reach you...
Tormenting me with a memory lost among the eons.

I can't break free of this chain that is around me...
I struggle to break myself free, knowing it is futile.

Your soul has been patient, waiting in sorrow...
Waiting, I know, for centuries perhaps.

Until I've learned this lesson and my soul knows its name...
I will be feeling the depths of your souls anguish for eternity.

Somehow one day I will figure this out
Why everything I have worked for has fallen down
Walls that I built they will crumble down
In this world I wear the crown.

..Waiting in my darkest hours
Elevate my mind beyond the highest tower
Watching my world razed before my eyes
An Empire built on trust and lies...

I Close my eyes and I pray this soon will be over
Dreaming of life without such fruitless colors
Why in the end must it always feel so much colder
Lord of my life will You please start this over

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Its not just broken pieces I have picked up from the floor
Its my passions, its all my desires that have fallen
Its more than disappointments that have left me wanting more
Its inspiration from my beautiful disasters
Im crawling
Into my garden where my burdens have been sewn
If there is a hell below than its darkness too will grow
Lay down my head as the sun ignites the morning sky
Facing the heavens where my wings have yet learned to fly
On seedless grounds distractions and chaos tell me lies
Lord please light the temple darkened by my eye
Following Your footsteps but by religion I am not owned
Grant me relationship to be a choir at Your throne
From dust You gave me life and as dust I shall return
Harvest my remains until the dead are called to rise above the earth
Will my weight drag me down or will I cast them away as I ascend
How will I protect my soul, tell me how do I make ammends
...To a life after death...

Gone are the days we never had,
Lost are you that makes me sad,
Dad you were't the best nor bad,
Now i'm all grown up ,not a lad,
Foolish old man,
This is what make you glad?
Having three wives at the time of your death!
Thinking of it still makes me mad!
You're dead and gone,my life goes on..
And now the world know of your senseless deed.
My foolish dad forgiven not forgotten by your son!

Was so long ago, lost in the mists of time
Barely remember it, I must be getting old
But one thing I do know, should not have happened
Time heals all wounds, maybe even this one

She came from, no-one knew where
Settled down here, like a princess divine
Cast her eyes longing, over all the men
Married or not, mattered not to her

Conquests piled up, I could write a book
Left hearts shattered, families broken up
No-one could stop her, no-one immune
She lived life like a devil's spawn

To town came a preacher, young, tall, handsome
She wanted him, more than all the rest
Wile after wile, none seemed to work
Time after time he turned her down

The more he refused, the more she wanted
Her appearance slowly it changed
To be refused, never happened before
Desperation etched her face

To her be denied, then no-one have him
A plan was hatched, doom was sealed
To hell she'd take him, together they'd go
Then hers he'd be forevermore

In the midst of day, was almost high noon
In the street she met him with rifle in hand
A single shot, backward he flung
Was enough to send him heaven bound

A look around, more she saw
Five more quick shots, bridal party secured
A bullet for her, blew out her heart
As she lay there dying a smile lit her face

Seven dead as the bell struck high noon
A wedding day, the devil presides
What a sad day, is best forgotten
This day should be lost in the mists of time

If.......
I cry, does anyone hear the pain?
I laugh, does anyone hear the joy?

When.....
I talk, does anyone listen?
I reach, does anyone reach back?

Do......
I plead, with your heart?
I ask, of your intentions?

Have.....
I gotten, what I need?
I made, a good decision?

Can.....
I give, of myself to another?
I make, a gift to you?

The dreams that come unto me as ethereal as the mist,
Beckon to my soul and give me hope that one day,
I will love again.

Prevailing and Trade Winds blow
Ever engulfing above and below hemisphere split
Amidst mercury now in reform


~Bentlee~

someone told me the light was gone,
no hopes, no dreams, no rhyme or reason,
only sorrow lingered.

i asked someone to tell me why,
the sky was dark and the fear was thick
only sorrow lingered.

someone told me the joy was gone,
the loneliness crept in, the warmth was out,
only sorrow lingered.

i begged someone to bring it back to me,
the hope, the dreams, the rhyme and reason,
no more sorrows to linger.

someone told me wake up and see,
only you can change your reality,
only happiness lingers.

Do we arrive?
Screaming from the womb
Maybe to most
It hardly seems like
A fleeting moment ago
How the fruitless years
Take a vengeful toll
On many a wasted life
We should set a time to die
Like Sunday week at 2pm
And concentrate fully on living
Until then

How the nerve ends would sharpen
As each wasted moment annoyed
A little more than the one before
How the eyes would sparkle
When set before outrageous beauty
Then suddenly
Change to panic
At the wanting more

Would we be decisive?
About all our daily decisions
Or would we throw them away
Like old this and that
Where the sell by date
Lingered in the past

How would we choose?
Between this and that?
Would we try to please others?
Or seek a more obscure comfort
Hidden under a favourite hat

And when the appointed time came
Would we say?
I have far too much to do
I think I’ll leave it
For another week or two

Or
Would we be content?
By Sunday week at 2pm

5am.. I take my board
and smell the sky
the tide swims round
the breeze a spell
and says goodbye

the initial hit
of cold and salt
gives way to sound
I think of you
and your eyes of dew
fall on my ground

and all the stuff
we shared and did
just fades to grey
as you become
another girl
that got away

I couldn't stay
too long in town
it's just my way
and you became
the girl
from yesterday

seems I'm cursed
to new strands
and brand new seas
no matter how I try
that word goodbye
still blows the breeze

I guess I'm bad
at being true
I tried and tried
the sea is blue
and filled with tears
from girls who cried

another door
another boat
and another day
and a man who can't
seem to find
the words to stay

for everyone
that I let down
I say a prayer
but I know that life
can be a b*tch
and it ain't fair

the sea is cold
in January
it's cold in May
and you'll always be
the girl from yesterday




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