Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,490)

How can you fix your lips to say something that just ain't true, I told you if you kept it real with me I keep it real with you, there's a distance in between us only time seems to fill that Gap, as I stand Here Twisted in another world it's me who has my back, friendship becomes a cancellation there's an echo with the doors slam, mistakes become a one-way ticket a crack to break the dam, c flooded with the reality that I'm alone in this world, my best friend don't even know me cuz he left me for my girl, a smile in my face is a knife in my back cutting leaves scars, haunted by Echoes of concrete walls ringing through Cold Steel bars, it's a life I chose so I suppose I can't blame when the blame is on me, but I tell you this when your lip starts quivering cuz you see me in them streets, don't say I didn't tell you because I told you when I told you I'd stand tall you'll never meet a mother f**ker quite like me I'm the realest of them all

Looking for something over the years...
Looking for the sign that is near...
This sign where everyone's dreams come true (It's True)...
Where no one tells me who to be...
Where no one tells me just what to do...
Freedom is a place my dreams take me to...
Where I can be me and do what I want to do...
Like heaven where the Angels sing...
That's the place we want to be...
I can't find where I want to be...
But there's a place that I see...
Were everyone's my friend and not a foe...
I want to get away from it all...
Someone take me, Someone call...
I'm tired of being only you...
Everyone tells me what to do...I would rather die...
Then be like you...It's true....This I have to do.....

If a woman wants to be a poet,
she should run backwards
circling the volcano;
she should feel for the
movement along her faults;
she should not get a
Ph.D. in seismography.

If a woman wants to be a poet,
she should not sleep with
uncircumcised manuscripts;
she should not write odes
to her abortions;
she should not make stew
of old unicorn meal.

If a woman wants to be a poet,
she should read French cookbooks
and Chinese vegetables;
she should suck on French poets
to freshen her breath;
she should not m**turbate
in writing seminars.
If a woman wants to be a poet,
she should peel back the
hair from her eyeballs;
she should listen to the breathing
of sleeping men;
she should listen to the
spaces between that breathing.

If a woman wants to be a poet,
she should not write
her poems with a dildo;
she should pray that
her daughters are women;
she should forgive her
father for his bravest sperm.

SAS

I lost my brothers at different times.One was young and one was in his twenties.I know of one I can remember him well but the youngest one I can not relate to I can only tell you this.He was a little soul not doing well so God took him home to rest and be healed.Now the oldest we were separated but found each other later in life you see.I loved him and he loved me.A negative force came in and removed him from me.Make that two or even three because his girlfriend and half brother blamed missing coins on me. Yes they were working him indeed.They secretly did drugs of who know what back then but blamed me for stealing rare coins from all the places he had been.We fell apart and never spoke again I guess I was an easy target because she did win.So I moved out and she was at peace she got away clean that dirty lil b***h was at it again. God rest his soul from heaven because I know he was shown the truth.He seen her scheming and plotting while getting lose.She was no good and soon dated another brother of mine because she said he was fine.They secretly messed around until everyone found out.Oh boy she was threatned to be beat down and no one wanted her around.She later tried to come around and offer us our brothers things but we were sick of her lies as she cried fake tears.So we sent her on her way and where is she today who knows. Who even cares she committed the ultimate betrayal that hopefully sends her straight to hell.No joke no bull I hope she gets a taste of her own medicine while looking out of hell. Judgement day is for everyone and I hope she is burning in brimstone cooked well.

Goodbye Summer
Fading warmth of late summer sun beams refract through the looking glass, dust particles dance within celestial lights

The leaves of a willow tree listen to the sorrowful viaticum of the last summer breeze, a thousand butterflies rise as one to accept it's last rites

Dark clouds begin to mass upon the horizon, a foreboding presence rumbling above the earth, an angry omnipotent ethereal surf

Shadows crawl towards the setting sun, dragging behind them the cold dark shroud of night, a frigid cloak over a cooling corpse

A quicksilver moon ripples over an ocean as barren as the nights sky, the burning radiance of dying stars pin pricks on a chalkboard

I have never forgotten my reason
I have grown strong with each breath I've taken
Waiting anticipating my season
Victory is mine no matter what's to be
The children are gathering together
My heart pounds waiting release from the cage
Soon it will be free no longer tethered
To rest upon the destiny of birth
I see clearly the time is upon me
The preparation has been set in place
As was written the time has come to be
And soon the past will meet with the present
They gathered to have a ball like the old
Forgetting the stories once they were told

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A buck a rides, all that it said
Who am I, to stay home
With no evening planned.
Too late for a seat, sure hope it's not.

Just a buck a rides, all it took to explode

Now that dust it lay dormant, many a year
That guy's toupee, never did fit
Who the hell's he kiddin
Cept, the man in the back.

Just another buck, now that makes two

Now you may think the place, I'm talkin about
Has a case of "d*ck Doo"
You may just be right
Now follow the bouncing ball, as it jumps.

Ticket sales, dire, but it's always sold out

Not really one place, oh yeah there's lot's more
Where a board on the wall
Hangs keeping, the score.

A place where all hats, have elasticized base

In these places are said, many a word
Yet a big cone of silence
Keeps them at bay.

Tickers on beans, stayin awake

I pissed off my landlord, swore at the dog
That kept me awake, while trying to sleep.
Sirens are blarrin, as they see all the birds.
Water smells funny, let's get the pipes checked.

So much to write, but the inks drying up

Labs are busy, goin day and night
Trying to find people, they can invite.
Can em that's said, fillin up that crate
They all seem to run, about thirteen to one.

It's time for some pickles
Which fork should I use.


~Bentlee~

Stranger!
Look Up
A broken shooting star
Fading across the sullen skies
Burning in throes of cosmic o*gasm
The mournful and oblivious night
Screams silently in a sombre spasm

But does it's dying light
illuminate the darkness of eternities?

Ghost!
Listen
The distant rumble of ominous thunder
singing lullabies across murky horizons
whispering incantations of carnal pleasures
the departed lovers, now dead or dying
still choking on shared breaths from a buried past
like madmen searching for lost forlorn treasures

But do the lamentations of the estranged
reverberate across the eternities?

Pilgrim!
Look Inside
An abyss of decay, this insatiable lurid void
Only constant in this life of clutter and chaos
Stuffed with hollow and mundane relations
The hallowed shrine of morbid depravities
Retains memories of tears and fears and cremations

But can those hands reaching out into this void
penetrate the blinding darkness of eternities?

cemetery trash
autumn leaves falling
smell of rotting flowers
wingless angel mourns over a grave
suicide trapped in memories
afterlife awaits

I'm the stillness in madman's eyes
The insult written on the bathroom wall
The clown’s unknown face in the mirror

The santa claus who’s stealing your soul
The devil who fights for your every cause
The angel who leaves you without a parting word

I hear the voices of insulted and beaten
I forgive in the name of those betrayed
I’m the words of those who perished in prisons
I’m no better than you !

I know that only the madman is free
I know that life is nothing but dying
I know god, but he knows me not.