Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,490)

I feel....me. dark. morose. angsty. it is my life. it is my world. i live in a world where i shall find someone who can tolerate my angst and issues and all that it entails and can wrap themselves around it sealing it within themselves and essentaily taking me into themselves to blend into a perfect union. That will not end in tears and angst and issues of the mind but in a perfect serendipitous union of two minds that do not question the turning of the earth but dance with it to become a singularity moving in tandem with mother and her beautyful spin.

Welcome to America land of the cheap.
Where people are cattle and poison is free.
People judge others by color and hate
But we all bleed red and victims to fate.

You who sit in your puddle of filth
Judge a man with your presumptuous wealth.
Rising above the scum in the street
A man is nothing but mobilized meat.

The world is a ruin filled to the brim
With rotting people and hope that’s grim.
You feel nothing but the need for wealth,
Prestige and women and solid health.

But you who bleed the red of your fellows
Run around drugging and pumping the bellows
To the fire below that scorches your feet
And turns you into mobilized meat.

You who yearn for something more
Don’t even know what you’re looking for.
You are a man who judges another
But forget the forge that makes him your brother.

You are a liar, a fool, just a man
But you are also a part of a plan.
Strive forth and grasp what is yours.
Or leave for the streets to rot with your whores.

You have a choice: Money or life
But you choose money and abandon your wife
You children go hungry, they cry in their sleep.
But you my friend, will learn how to weap.

Weap when you’re handed the judgement of self.
Weap when you blame only yourself.
When guilty in blood you stand for the trial.
And shout “Dead Man Walking” along the Green Mile.




You will suffer and burn in pain.
You will never be released again.
Released to bring hell on your kin.
And wage the suffering you bring with your sin.

My id is a swirling fog,
Of infernal rage.
The temples built within echo
The ghostly chants of the long dead.
The fires breathe with the breath of wht is unseen.
The rocks glow with the heat
Of the primordial.
The fire-dancer spins and spins
For evermore.

Wander the mazes of flickering light,
The gates close with the turning of gears.
Mighty crags and canyons consume,
AS the soul may wander
With unquenchable thirst.
For what will never been sen by any
And, the eyes of the external.
Behold, the fun-house of fire.
Te fog of the blind and the deaf.
I seek the master key that unlocks the door.
I will battle the Leviathan that rules this mighty fortress.

But the keys to every door are spread like sand,
And I have not the will to open the chests
Of rotten oak that crumble at the lightest touch.
The fire dancer spins and spins
To block the way to mercy.

I wish to pull the core from
The hypno beast.
The whumpwhumpwhump of the flaming revolutions
Drive me to madness.
I beat my head against the rocks
To drive out the madness invading
like a parasitic cancer, the mocking grin stokes
the fires of my rage, dancer. I close my eyes
and allow chains of obsidian to pull me
into the burning Earth.
To be swallowed by that which consumes me
I am the great abomination.
The demon of Infernal Rage.

I look through the port
At the approaching planet.
Tierra Del Muerto.
The "Land of Death".

The sun peeks over the horizon
And vanishes.
There is no light below.
No sign of human habitation.
I have been gone far too long.

Slamming into the Earth
At a crippling speed.
The Earth is screaming.

There is far too much light.
Sunset? No. Apocalypse.

A cloud of death arises
Over the ocean, a mushroom
Of heat and fear. Inside
A bunker, I watch
The oncoming wave
Of cloud, the oncoming dark.

I feel a great darkness,
A void full of all emptiness.
My God loves me, and still i weep.
"Be filled", says the Book.
"Be filled" with what?
Filled with sorrow and anger.
I know noting but suffering.
I wish for mercy.
My life is a prison stay.
A life of solitary confinement.
There is no reprieve.
I know only hatred and misery.
Chains of coal and slag.
I know naught but pain.
Bring me a glimmer, my God.
I cannot bear the darkness.
My name is Prometheus.
The crow hungers for my flesh. But i have stolen nothing.
God can be cruel.
People can be worse.
What have i done to merit such a curse?
Is there no cure, no happily ever after?
No such thing as unconditional love?
No hope?
No mercy?

It's like I go out all I see is clowns while I'm spitting rounds around here
see who I gotta see cuz I won't be back for a whole year
get it dummy cuz guess what you might be next rip off your tee shirt leave you in the dirt next to that blond b*tch I met last week after I pulled up her skirt
shit is bent and can't be fixed like my brain mixed in a blender with some acid f*ck the bar we out shooting nerds it's absourd how many of ya niggaz is nerds don't get it twisted ya f*cken with water guns and we got ten toasters and a bisket that means we got 10 times more heat then you we ran out of stitches grab the glue and stab those bitches smack them in the face with a blond model keep it in full throttle I'm on top and I think I found a new hobby now nobody wants to find a blond body in their lobby the hooker from last night not again I'm off the walls and right then I started to get flash backs of last night
That b*tch wasn't a girl she was a dude so I took a slice at his Adam's apple I look around theirs blood all over I think I'm trippen
while I'm tripping over a stripper i reach for the sink and look up and see a monster in the mirror it couldn't be clearer the devil was coming out of me so I open the cabinet door to keep my head from bouncing off the floor
Then A bottle of Xanax falls off the top shelf this girl is shooting up and using my belt I open the pills and gobbled them down you lucky you weren't around to Wittness what happened next because you wouldn't be alive you would just be the next statistic wrapped up in plastic it's a disaster I'm sadistic

There are times when I'm inconsistent
When the world around me becomes to much
And my dreams come out to feast on me again
There are time when I'm hopeless
When I'm to lost to return home
And I don't need your comforting touch
I just need to be left alone
To sit quietly in the dark
Don't offer me a friendly hand
Nor a tender embrace of love
Just let me surround myself with shadows
And let them eat me whole
Don't try to save me
When I can't be saved
And keep your tender words for another day
A day when the tides of my heart have changed
And my soul flows the other way
But until that time, remember that I love you and your still the keeper of my heart.
But for the moment love is not my friend
And your tender touch and sweetest smile
Are like poison to my aching soul
So let me be
Let me sit alone in the dark
Let me find comfort in forgotten lusts
Let me bandage my heart with solitude
And dry my tears with time
I know that you'll understand
And I pray that you'll return
Because I long for when I can emerge from these shadows and once again cherish the smile glistening across your sweet tender face.

A child of autumn was born into a world of deceit and death and a land of ice. A break of bonds would take her away and install a sense of loss and eternal sorrow. She walks across the country, she holds her head up high in the rain. A mother is screaming for help and she turns around to stare at a scene from her memory. She is hiding a wish in her heart. That flows through her blood always. And it's culled from a dream, that someone is waiting to say her name and call her to his side at the cusp of eternity.

And so you left us. Jaded and gaunt, some September. Wilted with the seasons. But hidden inside the delusion I saw you eyes, somewhere.
Devoid of death. The aura poises amidst (the storm). In solid tears I linger, a parlor glade, moonlit sorrow. Lonely resting pools. Relics of the moon-dogged lake. Whisper: "All your words are miss given."
Am I like them? Those who mourn and turn away. Those who would give anything to see you again. If only for another second. Your face was, like the photograph. Painted white. We did not speak very often about it. What does it matter now?
Cloak of autumn shroud. I gaze, dim ricochet of stars. I reckon it is time for me to leave. You sleep in the light. Yet the night and the silent water still so dark.

I love my mother
Although I'll try not to bother
But sometimes I can't breath
I wish she would see
I pull out my inhaler
As she pulls out another
She lives it upher lips touch the butt
My eyes begin to turn red
I wish I would be dead
My lungs begin to burst
I guess this isn't the worst
My pupils grow wide
I was thought to die
All because she lit one up
I then woke up
In a small white room
Hopefully this isn't my room
Over my mouth was a mask
That will help me here while I last
In my hand was another hand
I look over to see a familiar woman
I breathed the last time
The buzzer went off and doctors were there
She dropped my hand as I wasn't here
If only she didn't lite another
If only she knew I still be here