Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,485)

"How dare you ...
bring heartache into my house again!",
The challenge was demanding and resounded through my brain,
"Forgive me I seek refuge from the loneliness and pain",
I cowered from the power of the creature with no name,
"We cannot afford another distraction in this game,
I'm physically ,mentally, and emotionally drained",
I tried to console the entity,
"I got this it's OK,
I think it's different this time,
really...I've changed",
I could feel the animosity bordering on rage,
"You will never win the game ,
no matter how it's played",
He was right of course ,
I knew it as well,
"I thought we could both work at it,
Maybe with your help...?"
He sadly sook his head and said,
"You're only fooling yourself..."

I cannot see what you see
Nor do I wish to.

I cannot hear what you hear
Nor do I wish to.

I cannot touch what you touch
Nor do I wish to.

I cannot feel what you feel
Nor do I wish to.

What I do wish
Let me fade away to oblivion.

What I do wish
Let me escape your punishment.

What I do wish
Let me walk away untouched.

What I do wish
Let me free.

Enough

You look at me, your fingers point
Behind my back you laugh at me
And some of you are less than kind
To my face you call me names

I might be old and a bit infirm
My bones creak and I stagger a bit
The muscles weak, I'm not as strong
It happens as you get older

But you who laugh and point at me
I too once was young as you
I thought that youth was always mine
And never would age catch up with me

Seems to me that behind the door
And other dark hiding places
Old age was there hiding behind
Waiting to out come creeping

So laugh away and point at me
For old age is waiting for you
Then you might remember days of youth
When it's your turn for others to point at

My friend says
he wants to die
as beautifully as
Joan of Arc

My friend says
he wants to live
as faithful as
Jesus of Nazareth

My friend says
he wants to exist
as holy as
?God of Trinity
?
To be honest
I want to die
as sinfully as
Adam and Eve

The mystery women..
Their poetry can be
Somewhat cryptic
They can tease your
Sensiblities within
The lines of their
Veiled desires
They contemplate you
In their midnight
Smiles
They wonder if your
Hand is strong enough
To grip their
Passion
They know the
Difference between
True diamonds
And fools gold
They will toy with
Your naive
Aspirations
They give light
To real men
But throw shadows
At boys
The mystery woman
Is a rare
Catch!

Cafe

My 100th poem - and my last billet doux,*
(And please don't take my writing for granted);-
There's more I could tell you - and some that is new;-
(Though lust over love has been oft been supplanted).
Where poesy (it seems) appeals to the few;-
(There's a lot to say about things that I once did);-
And never has there been a much truer word,
Than what I've writ now in front of the World.

Though how can I say it's my last billet doux;-
What hope have I got,- when such are my failings?
Thus under my pen, my verse blooms anew;-
To describe my young self in emotional railings.
Well it's true (as a young man) I did go askew,
And my life was far; - far from plain sailing;-
So then, please excuse this my biopic;-
In which I write on various topics.

So I find it can't be my last billet doux,
(Merely a break, or a quiet hiatus);-
Should I go and hide from the World, and it's view;-
Or write and describe some more of my coitus?
It's hard to believe it would cause much ado,
In this graphic life, where half the World hates us;-
When really I write of the "damage done";-
And the abuse that made me an "orphan."

It's not that I here write with self-pity,
It's more that I say here God "please explain"
Or maybe a tale of "sin and the city",
And human potential that's gone down the drain.
I write not to seem too clever, nor witty,
(In fact behind lies emotional pain)
Of a type that's quite hard to comprehend;-
So I think that it's Karma, and death's not the End.

So what must I do to repay the sins,
That were likely acquired in many past lives?
When life's credits roll up,- will it say "fin";-
Or at this juncture, does my energy survive?
Well, I must go on;- and to live is to win,
To spite them, and say:- "hey I'm still alive";-
And like the Phoenix, fly above the Narcissist,-
Who can't triumph, in all his cruel self-interest.


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Road to Nowhere

I scan your face, your soul reflected in piercing eyes
I place my hand on your heaving chest to feel your heart’s musical beat,
Your Life’s colourful drummed rhythm
Dancing on the soles of your earthbound feet

But the glimpse of the real you is quickly masked
Insecurities leave you distrustful and feeling abandoned
Ever questioning whether the person before you is sincere
Never accepting that betrayal is random

No one can heal that broken heart
Nor replace what you once lost
This is a futile exercise of a road going nowhere
Until you forgive and build a highway of trust

And that takes time ....

Always It's like this wherever I roam,
Even in my very own home,
Surrounded by people I feel so alone,
The thought transports me to a twilight zone,
A dark scary place where noones my friend,
There sorrow and sadness never ends,
A hole in my heart like a hole in my head,
A taste in mouth that I cant get rid,
Like ripe rancid wine or old moldy bread,
The constant thoughts "I hate this trip",
And"I cant wait till the ride is overwith"

The road before me stretches on
Into the unknown future
Behind me it reaches back
Into a past that is best forgotten

So many mistakes made back when
It was a time when youth held sway
With age comes wisdom, so they say
We understand where we went wrong

Excuses to ourselves we make
That lessons from life we've learned
No more, no more, these mistakes we'll make
We have journeyed on in life

The truth is known, if we admit
That in the same hole we will stumble
Young fool, old fool, it's all black and white
When love comes on the heart knocking

She shivered while she walked
Children were laughing
Old men were people watching
She stopped to look in a store window
To look at the flaxen haired models
How beautiful they were with their
Firm young limbs and alabaster skin.

Suddenly she remembered Grandad
Softly singing "Danny Boy"
O how she loved that song
Tears welled in her azure eyes, but
Nothing mattered anymore she lamented
They are all gone the ones she loved
Soon she would be gone too.

On and on she walked in white knuckle madness
Humming to herself "Danny Boy"
Soon the turbulent water was roaring in front of her
Like a moth to a flame she was drawn
Drawn to it's dark turbid depths
Suddenly her hand reached up to her throat
She touched the necklace her kids bought her
For her last birthday-She fell to the ground
She just couldn't do it...................
She wept, and wept.