Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,490)

Insolence and total disregard, for the laws and the men who invent them
Rash too, as well as hard, with a soul intent only on mayhem
Unblinking and resolute, full to the very brim with aggressiveness
Rumored to be of ill repute, and in a way he will get the best of this
A man born to war and the stench of the dead, his weapons are his lover's
Living by a creed of his own design, and that is to do unto other's
Asleep his dreams contain images of death, his dreams by day are dark
The one fatal chink in his armour? it is these images that have left their mark
A sentry shouts out a question, recieving silence an only response
The soldier falls as the first rounds find him, the shock registering at once
Martyred in death and in life an enigma, as a memory of vast intellect
His ideals a lasting remembrance, too the many lives that still bear their effect.

You black poem—
You enchanting mystery—
Saw you with beak open—
Have you tidings for me—
You death’s enigma—
You fed Elijah in the desert—
My thoughts on you—
Focused as a poem—
You bring solitude
To my hazy broken heart—
You are my sunshine in
My darkest winter—
You bring out the
Devil of passion in me—
Let me pour out
Heart’s angst –
Take me to my grave
With hearty mirth.

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

1792




Fear gripped his heart
ripped it apart.
His trembling limbs
had knowledge of his sins
Hanging was the game.
Survival was plain-
nonsense he knew.
So right on queue
he, the last one
swung on the gibbet,
until his bones withered.

I often think far too deeply music is life, music is love, music can be the worst pain reminders, music can be an encouragement to guide you to where you dream to be in life. Music can give you that hope to carry on...


I feel like crying, the tears are trapped...I want my baby she's not a baby now, she's three years old... This song is utterly breaking beautifully deep.


I JUST WANT MY OLIVIA BACK!!! ITS BEEN THREE YEARS IVE NOT SEEN YOU THE 28TH AUGUST, NOW It's NOT FAIR:-(



Enya - Crying Wolf - le chant du Loup

In the beginning the fire of my birth burned bright ,always guided you the green the blue with my mystic power of light .overlooking your Extreme carelessness never hearing my solar wind warning !Even removing the life of all living things do you think you will Escape me ! the angry sun ! I will call on my friend the Sea the one you poisoned ,when he only wanted to wash your stones and give you life ! I the angry Sun! will pull apart Earth"s winters blanket and leave you with a Naturist Caft of a soullessness burning for what you have become !!!

Fanatics are not a breed,
nor a race or religion,
Many faces and places,
I do wonder and say indeed!

These are descendant,
of the group known as Dragons,
worshipped by many and feared by armies,
they have Asians and Europeans in their league,

Muslims,Atheist,Buddhist,Christians,Hindus,Catholics and especially free thinkers in their midst,
They are the Draconians,
Alas who is listening. . . .

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know not, believe not
betrayal over kindness
feel not ,deserve not
trials bring numbness

yesterday gone too fast
today dont wanna smile
fear not butvyou must
will tomorrow disappear?

night crowl claim spaces
as sun swallowed by dark sky
fallen angel got me confuses
crack soul to endless cry

shameless meaningless
crowd dont speak
stay in silence
wait till the ice break

hu and g went to a forgotten shore
placed many flowers and set a lure
twenty wishes were counted and several gave
who undo the seaman and harness the grave
no two had answered and too many rhyming lines
gave to all a wondrous spectacle that afternoon
not one was forgiven, not one forgot
all the way revel in such selfish snot
what is the end that can come after calls
seaman calls all of you sirens and wails
who am I daring to curse your lithe skin
I bring you flowers and hope that I win
or I bring nothing and reason you all
are just happy coloring pages, they fall
some shining history made and not
taken by all
life that would rob you

this fight I canot win , a pain that buries it's self inside, covering all the angles that keep me tied down with unbreakable chains, and only gets worse as times passes by I try to run and hide but like a dark cloud with my name on it, following me to my grave screaming inside ,let me go but hopelessness crushes the little bit I have ,I can only watch as it slips away ..this is a fight I can never win only one fire remains a latter that I will climb and never stop only to fall to the bottom and start again. this fight i cannot win ,holding on with a heavy heart falling to me knees, knowing i was made for so much more as i fall to peace's this is the fight i cannot win i only can pray that the good lord will here me with this fight i cannot win ..