Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,490)

Pouring a cold glass of death
With not much time left
Sitting in the dark I welcome
Death with a f*ck you and hard shot
Of vodka. .I sit bleeding I laugh to my self
If your coming death I won't be easy
For I don't have knowledge of fear

Remember the burning;
The golden sun
Insects that hunger
For the flesh of the young.

Wandering wastelands.
Seeking the wet.
Hiding in shadows
With vultures as pets.

Shimmering visions
Call to your soul.
Stumbling blindly
Into a hole.

Scorpions sleep
In your boots by the door.
The thirst in your brain.
It ignites with a roar.

Crackling tinder;
It starts with your toes.
Nothing but ashes.
Your final death throes.

How can one who cannot control his hunger
Ever hope to find love that, in of itself, is controlled?
Yearned for, it is not love only
But love and an equilibrial
Recalibration of the soul’s gyro.
The millstone of our own desires
Drags us to the bottom of our hungry sea.
The scavenger who hunts,
Food for the eyes,
Msg for the soul.
Always hungry,
Never sated.
My hunger is a might voice.
Bellowing to be fed.
The wolves who rend and tear
My soul, the meat of the sheep.
I am, but I wish to be not.
To be not hungry for anything;
I am a slave to my flesh.
My task-masters,
My bended knee.

Her beautiful face
Passing me on the street.
The image of her embracing me,
Kissing me with passion,
My heart, pain like a knife,
Pull it from my chest.
Like pulled-taffy.
Longer than imagination,
Long without sugar,
Wrapped around
A blackened may-pole.
To wave in the wind
A warning to travelers:
“There are dead inside.”

To Pop Evil’s “Torn to Pieces”

Under a sky of iron, a tide of blood
Laps at my feet, coagulating with tears
My past, the long-dead and nearly
Their faces play before me.

Chains of salt and blood
Wrapped around me binding me
To this beach to the sound of my
Screams and howling weeping
And ever-living misery.
I am enslaved to my own hell.

My twin is all but dead.
My father a branded memory.
I am haunted by memory
By an unceasing pain.
The bones, tears and blood
They lay under the sand
How many do I owe blood to?

I live a suffering that is nocturnal.
It rears its head at night.
It hunts me.
I drink. I inject liquid numb.
I die.
Every day I die.

My pain is my chain.
My friend. My God.
I cry and bleed.
The ever-perpetual wound.

It weeps blood and oil
And tears of the betrayed.

I live for the toxic burn,
The alcoholic oblivion.
My blood a flaming river
Of blackened death.

I know nothing of death.
I know .

My heart quakes,
Every time she touches me.
Every time, I feel the wrench.
Do not lie to me.

Self-infliction is my own.
You shant take the blade to me
Without leaving a grave.
The ultimate journey.

I want to live.
But not like this.
Not living with a hole
Torn into my soul
No one to envelop myself
Into the pink and red
The sear of perpetuity.
01/03/15

Four brown geese flying low,
Autumn chill and wing tip flow.

Visions of freedom
Ring through my head,

So close to walking
Away from the dead.

Yearning for love
And a breath of fresh air.

Away from the steel
With nary a care.

With the buzzing of gates
My heart doth pound.

The prison
My prison, is no longer a sound.

A sound within the mind of the dead
I will finally sleep in a warm sheltered bed.s

I feel the Earth
Is the violin.
The sea is the bow.
With the pulling of the
Waves is the pulling of
The bow. One last pull
Of my waves like my
Life before the strings
Break and the wood
Of the violin is burned
To ashes.

The Stone.
It is not the stone that breaks down
But myself…and my mind…that wraps…around…the stone.
My perceptions of the real.
And the unreal.
Dorothy dances on the ceiling,
And my mind is numb.
My mind. A rock?
Mayhaps. A Mishap
It sits topsy-turvy.
My eyes roll to look within.
To see the cats hanging from peeling plaster walls.
Birds building nests behind the unseeing eyes.
The mind bends but rarely breaks
The stone?
It is witness. Ever silent.
Eternal.

Your death in my arms arrives on swift wings.
Light leaves your eyes like the dying embers of
A holy flame.
You are cold and lifeless, soul-less.
The funhouse mirrors shatter from a shockwave
Of Death and Fury. Hellfire licks my skin,
My eyes are pools of darkness. I spill
My agony to the four winds, my voice
The legions of the damned. I am Cthulu,
Destroyer of Worlds.
From the highest mountain, I look down
On the Kingdoms of darkness you lovingly call
Your home. I bring a smog of suffering,
A Great Tribulation. Enjoy the light while you
Can. You suffer because I suffer.

(Seeing what it was)

We struggled hard
But that camaraderie
Kept my head up
Lost to the world
Searching for a cause
We puffed til our eyes
Turned red just to
Kill the pain
I'm lost in reality
Seeing hate
I see
I see pain
I see monsters
I don't wanna see
No more
No more
Times got hard
The street got cold
Hurt left me in wonder
That beer got me Numb
To the pills we swallowed
To the shit we did
Just to hide
The pain
My fingers are cold
I see tears in his eye's
Staring in the mirror
I see fear in his eye's
Oh no Lord
Don't let me wonder
In my sleep
I hear thunder
These tears fall
In my slumber
This beat in my
Chest sounds like thunder
Memories got me feeling hunger
Why did I wonder
Searching for a home
Lost to the world oh no
You see these faces
Lost in cases
While he chases
My heart races
Down here
See my fears
See my tears
Am I still here
Somebody hold me
I've lost reality
Old memories got me
Seeing pictures
Childhood dreams
Shattered in pictures
Lost in my reflection
You sit and wonder
What it's like to
Lose your soul
Waking up in bed
Oh wait
Is that a roof over
My head
On my knees
Lord God
Hear me please
Don't let me go
Lost in silence
I'm awake
No wait
I'm just dreaming