Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,490)

Is it black is it white...Is it yellow cream or green...Why is love never what it seems...Isit orange pink or blue....Why do we lie and still say i love you......Is it amber brown or red...Why cant i get you out of my head...Is it taupe purple or grey...Why do i die a little every day....Why oh why cant every thing be black and white...Do we colour our lies to make our wrong right...Why do we argue day and night...And know two wrongs do not make a right.....So our rainbow of coloured lies and life...Soon destroy a husband and wife...And there rage is coloured red...The love they had is now black and dead...........jw

In the dark of the night I awake wishing for a man so true. But thus it is not so for I give my heart and thus gets broken. Oh will thy man come to save me from my lonely heart. But this is the night of thine own heart.

loyalty comes from deep within ones own individuality and may be said to be formed from a pure red heart as a wise man once said,
fiendship is now made though before time it had been said one most earn it through his honesty and characteristics,
trust in past has been proven by loyalty `n` honesty some say by love but yet its earned today by cheating and lies and failure in faith,
best friends now aquaintance once believed in you but instead took you `n` partner both for a great long ride now your friend is within another,
children`s cry`s made from laws laws long forgotten completed with change to hurt the young of today and destroy mankind`s ways,
leaves suddenly fall from the darkness of ones heart a darkness caused by such pain as supplied by friendship and law`s long forgotten,
the devils rule has taken control how how how do i break free as money is no issue for its only the lost leaves from that tree that tree other their,
trees blow with the stronghold of winds within the valleys gulleys ,
their leaves of green give an illusion of what money is said to have been it comes n it goes,
but the fight to have your family close by goes on it never leafs but is like the trunk and hold its ground,
rotten from age it begins to crack and suddenly wham its laid to rest damn i would be glad to see my grand kids grow ,
so here i am yer baskets go go fruit emselfs as my heart is of purity and shining red,
and by all means I AM HERE TO STAY SO SUCK IT UP YER DIRTY SOCK
socks look like your demon horns so SUCK IT UP!!!!!

You depend on another
To make you feel better
If there is dissension
There is apprehension

There are no tears
No fits to disagree
The pain in your eyes
Is but a silent scream

You can't bear to be without
The one that you love
There's a need in you
You can't be without

So honey I'll not go
See my open arms
There's a debt that is owed
I'll keep you from harm

So you shift the weight
That resides on the shoulders
There's too much on your plate
Let me take those huge boulders

upon broken hearts dreams
stir the intentions of false device
world devoid of soul narcissism its new cloak
humanity digitised and disconnected
the genuine rejected replaced with
a mouse click the avatar scanned and deleted
we are real the lonely hearts of the internet dating scene

Help me
As i cling to this life I find that there I have not experienced pain till now
answer me
I'm I defective is there no one to tame my heart? must I walk this thin red line alone?
save me
miles upon miles of false hopes and promises lie before me only one path is true I am standing at a crossroads. will I meet the devil here or will an angel come and rescue me?
redeem me
I feel as If I am weighed down by the burden of my sins. Only the touch of someone whose heart is filled with love and compassion can cleanse me
heal me
My soul is wounded hear it cry out for help. look at it it is torn barely holding on to life as it's heart flutters it's last

They came and gone like
the algid breeze
from the sea

it was a refreshing
but alluring mask
that came
to be

from the twisting and grinding
wheels of the soft coarse
sands of time,attempting
to find its
place

they dissipated
without a
trace

now sitting in this cold
dreary locality alone and
disconnected

feeling of surmise, rejected
and unauthenticated
ties

the future is bleak on this
sea of tinted ash
and debree

dismal and disconcerted
with this unrimitting
demise

I look into my Mother's eyes and I see reflected

A young child, a gifted child. Someone who

Deserves the best that life can give.

I look into my Father's eyes and I see reflected

A wealthy child, a paycheck, a dollar sign.

The ticket to comfy retirement living.

I look into my Brother's eyes and I see reflected

A tainted child; an angry child filled with beauty,

Lust, and sorrow.

I look into my Sister's eyes and I see reflected

A young woman with hopes for a better future

And freedom to escape the troubles of living.

I look into my Friend's eyes and I see reflected

A needy child wanting peace and comfort;

A strong child weighed down with others burdens;

A hungry child starved for security and an ending.

I look into My eyes and I see reflected

Nothing. I am empty. I am a shell of my former self;

A chameleon willing to blend in and be

What others want me to be.

I then look into God's eyes and I see reflected

A broken child, a whole child? Someone to be

Loved and cherished. A pure child, a happy child.

One who has found their place in the world.

Through the eyes of many I have watched

Me; not as I should or could be,

But as they saw me: a loving child, an angry child,

A caring child, and an empty child.

I have seen everlasting hope and sorrow filled tears.

I have seen my past, my present, and

My future in their eyes, but it is

My eyes that dictate where my reality lies.

Friday night and here I am,
At home alone I've set the alarm,
Set against who? I ask myself why,
No one will call! I know and I sigh,
Nobody's called since I don't know when,
They used to once but that was then,
Then we were a couple and part of the scene,
Now I'm alone have I become obscene.

The light goes dark,
and there is me,
a twisted creature that I see.
Cold penetrates the warmth of heat,
the drugs they seem to be so sweet.
A figure molds and makes anew,
it tells the host what it must do.
It knows the way of which to go,
the lights go dim here comes the show.
People know from which it came,
this feeling seems to have no name.
Dream and still there is another,
woven in sleeps dark dense cover.