Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,490)

fighting the world and all its glory.
wishing for the living to tell a true story.
hoping for the dead to live once again.
living for the dying is nothing but a sin.
what is the reason for them all to live?
are they able to vouch in what they want to give?
what do they have to believe in right now?
do they believe in god and the heavens up in the clouds?

hades, hate us.we are nothing.
heaven, love us.we are something.
but what is truth? i can't tell you.
cause i don't care.what's the truth for you?

watching the world displace its future.
under the eyes of all the lost, living creatures.
burning the forests faster than we can breathe.
seeing them running in circles so helplessly.
are we so stupid to realize the truth?
why are the humans so controlling and cruel?
what we need is an omnipotent djinn.
then maybe this world can finish or even begin.

hades, hate us.we are nothing.
heaven, love us.we are something.
but what is truth? i can't tell you.
cause i don't care.what's the truth for you?

wasting the world of all its worries.
many people contributing to its fury.
sucking out the last of its living life.
sooner or later going to explode and die.
then there wouldn't be a heaven or hell.
for anyone to go to, believe in, or tell.
so do you still believe in your self now?
do you believe in god and the heavens up in the clouds?

destroy the living for the dying.
the happy people are still crying.
hearing forgiving fibbers lying.
watching forgotten people dying.
helpless as we are, we're still trying.
secret happenings they're still hiding.
darkness through blackness, it's so blinding.
gruesome thoughts, memories i'm finding.

falling into the words of the wise.
some are truth but most are lies.

broaden the mindless dumba** acting.
lucid becoming flabbergasting.
peril of asking, no contrasting.
wondering if they're knowledge fasting.
controlling actions, if not, blasting.
followers waiting, but they're basking.
lusting for nothing, so relaxing.
destroy the world and all its factions.

Deserted again.
You speak to me through the shadows.
Walking in closed rooms, using cold words.
Captured by the night.
The yearning escapes from my embrace.
Strange silhouettes whisper your thoughts, scream your sadness.
And they all turned away,
unable to face more of this death.
Credence in my word.
Written in dust, tainted by memories.
I confess my hope, recognize my loneliness.
Your laughter weeps the truth.
Push me into corners.
Confirming the epitaph of my soul
and displaying the once unknown KARMA.

the worlds a melancholy song
we are playing to the beat
the worlds a melancholy song
we are dancing with our feet

just filth pretending we earned our meal
garbage acting like we deserve our fill

spineless cowards, despicable creatures lower than dirt
worst scum, thats why we all hurt

blaspheme, blaspheme
all on fire
calling his name
calling him a liar
blaspheme, blaspheme
flames are reaching higher

screaming while they chant
blaspheme, blaspheme
yelling while they rant

puppets to the hurd like cattles to
the sheep
scared because what we soe is what
we reap

lifes a melancholy song
we are playing to the beat
lifes a melancholy song
we are dancing with our feet

run, run the flames are just below
run, run no time to be slow

why do we say his name
when we are the ones to blame

we lie to ourselves and then lie to each other
thats why none of us can come to trust another

blaspheme a melancholy song
we are dancing with our feet
blaspheme a melancholy song
we are playing to the beat

In my house the day was going great
the phone had perfect timing, because
I just ate

I normally wouldn't answer but, today was different
I wanted to hear a voice even, a pointless sentiment

Now I woke up pretty early
my head was still I guess you could say
a little twirly
Today was gonna be good
I thought surely

I picked up the
phone
it was a stupid voice message
tone

what it said I dare not say
bright lights started to turn grey
suppose it ain't gonna be
a great day

I debated what to do
I didn't have a clue

then I had a nasty thought
one I would hope one would
think not

Should I no should I yes
this caused me alot of stress
after, I said i'm gonna make a mess
I shouldent do this I said more
or less
soon I gave in well
I guess

I still debated
but, I hesitated

thus I made up my mind
to dive in pleasure was my delight
upon getting ready I had to make
sure everything was right
leaving the house I soon
discovered great blight
I made a honest yet good mistake
thus was my view of this sight

I was gonna be some what kind of horrible
but do to unforeseen circumstances did something honorable

I thanked god for this
twist of fate
though it's not what I wanted
It felt great

I've seen the good and the bad
i've been pretty happy and pretty sad

i've hurt and i've cried
i've sinned and i've lied

the dark was made for the sun to shun
there ain't no such thing as a chosen one

the strong ignore, criticise and mock the weak
thats why there futures bright and mine is bleak

been so low
the wind blow
so far below
the trees grow
you'll never know
always on the go

this can't be no laughing matter
serve ya with a golden spoon, a silver platter
realy more like a sharp knife and blood splatter
people hold to there beliefs ti'll they are tested then they scatter
some are rich with tainted hearts mabe not you, but i'll take the latter
hatred embedded within words is a way and an ill put way flatter

flattery a form of hatred is written in the bible
at times I debate is God reliable
just like I debate what should be Desirable
wondering what is and is not tolerable
wishing I was impeccable or amazingly unstoppable
what if I was high up there like on a level untoppable

(the truth is the lie we tell ourselves to sleep at night)

seperate fact from fiction
starting fires by sparks of friction
put people in a paradox of contradiction
like a bad habit things just become addiction
suffering from inner wars of thoughts that breed conflction
the future mabe dark and bleak but it's impossible for a prediction

i'm a normal guy
no need to lie

i've hurt cried, sinned and lied
hope things change, waves before a tide
life is one fantastic scary amazing ride
I hope and pray god is on my side

Will their children cry, when their mother dies. And in the autumn of their lives, will they feel the same? "I see you my sweet Satan. Come back tonight, out of the courtyard." Her longing for me, coming down like hail. Why did you leave me? Come here inside and tell me how. How in my final days I've found her out. The light comes on, the signal for us to end our lives. You wait beneath the white sheets and you wait forever. The night comes on, your weakness starting to erase all your lies. So I left you alone, we all left you alone. Lock the children away from harm. They'll lock all your reason why, seeking tenderness with a dagger. Skin is blocked by the years of trial, you felt abandoned in the fog of flesh. Sitting in place from the dead, awaiting the face of the moon to ascend. You follow the siren in your head

I am falling through a burning sky
With nothing to grab, nothing to see and nothing
To hope for. I don't remember how i got here.
With a sickening wet thud, I strike
The ground and pain rockets up my legs, as a crack like
A gunshot fills the air, and I cry out to no one.
Looking about myself, I realize that
Where I now lay is a grave like so many others.
Embers burn at my feet and infernal range springs
Up to consume me, the screams of the dying fill
The air, but there is no relief for them.
The gall of those brave few courageous
Enough to try to climb from their burning pits
Are shoved back in to burn again by the demon hounds
That tear and chew. Their punishment is eternal.
others are torn asunder by the demons
Angry at those that bear the face of God. For in
The Wastelands, there are no walls, no doors. No mercy.

Within a prison of flesh and bone,
Diamond fears to diamond tears,
Diamond tears to diamond dust.
My face is not my own.
i know not this person who looks
Back at me, this stranger in the glass.
Like ripples on a pond,
Distortions in the glass.
Reflections of misery as it shatters.
My own personal requiem.
Crimson rivers like the howling of the damned.
Obligatory pain from causing pain.
I love what is forbidden.
Goodbye, Great One.
i shall fly with wings of gold.
Clothed in righteousness, I scream
For what is not and never will be mine.
Tis' not cruelty but salvation.
Diamond tears to diamond dust.
My heart weeps for the souls and shades.
Do you see? How can you not?

The door closed with a deafening finality.
A click, a thunk, and i was locked away. Looking around the room, it seemed bigger now that all the furnishings had been removed. The floor was bare, as were the walls and ceiling. Shivering not out of fear, mind you, but out of cold. I could hear the deep thrumming of the frigid air as it pumped into the room, slowly lowering the temperature around me, my emotional and mental self laid bare. More aware now of my nakedness, both physical and figurative, then ever before, i moved my hands to cover myself, but that only took them away from keeping my torso warm, a laughable concept. how could i keep my chest warm with only my arms?
Looking around the room, I noticed the blinds had been removed from the window. The doors to the conjoined closets had also been removed, their open, empty mouths looking at me. They seemed to be more empty than the room i was in. I walked the eight feet to my locked bedroom door, feeling the cold tile floor beneath bare feet like flat, even ice cubes, sucking a little more soul out with every step.
I went to my knees at the space under the door, cold air blasting out with such speed, it seemed it too was as desperate to escape. Then falling to the side, right eye to the metal ridge separating the cold, lifeless tile from the warmer carpet, inches away, i could hear the low murmur of the TV in the other room, mom was watching. The dog shuffled up, sniffed under the door and shuffled away.
As light outside faded, bathing the room in red, then blue, so too did my emotional self, my feeling of love, my hope that I, the "bad" child, the ever-colder prisoner, shameful, the fogotten, would ever truly be a "good" child; someone who would not be a thief warranting isolation and banishment.
I was a pariah. Not a king, not a prince but the man, no, the boy in the iron mask. I was shunned by peers, shamed by blood and loved by my dog. My only friend.
Lying there in the cold dark, listening to the ever-thrumming of the cold machine, i began to daydream, my mind taking me away to enchanted lands where i was loved and not a bad child. Where i did not lay at the crack in a door and whisper into the dark, "why?"