Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,490)

We enter the darkness alone and afraid. Naked cept our pride but it is put to shame. protectors in dark never to face the light of day again.

Oh we are the ones of the shadows. we are the ones who are put to shame. Our lives are meaningless less we have this choice. Either live each day in the light wishing we were never born. Or we can stand tall and proud living in the darkness watching over you

we are the shadows, we have nothing to gain but ourselves. We are nothing to you though we follow you everywhere. You say its all part of the game. What roles do we play.

Oh we are the ones of the shadows. we are the ones who are put to shame. Our lives are meaningless less we have this choice. Either live each day in the light wishing we were never born. Or we can stand tall and proud living in the darkness watching over you

We never talk we cannot sleep we just weep over the loss of our souls, wathcing in darkness over eveyone, our past sins have kept us in chains, the light we crave is something we fear. it burns us, destroys us but you never cared.

Oh we are the ones of the shadows. we are the ones who are put to shame. Our lives are meaningless less we have this choice. Either live each day in the light wishing we were never born. Or we can stand tall and proud living in the darkness watching over you

We are what nothing is, oh we have name, something that follows you and sometiumnes joins your ganes, But at night when your in bed tightly sleeping your dreams. We blend away into the shadows to keep away your deamons.

Oh we are the ones of the shadows. we are the ones who are put to shame. Our lives are meaningless less we have this choice. Either live each day in the light wishing we were never born. Or we can stand tall and proud living in the darkness watching over you

Oh we are the ones of the shadows. we are the ones who are put to shame. Our lives are meaningless less we have this choice. Either live each day in the light wishing we were never born. Or we can stand tall and proud living in the darkness watching over you

Every scar has its start,
Every start, its ending,
Every healing has its beginning,
Closure, sending,
Mine to a new life,
A new story to tell,
Bleeding will stop,
Cold & pale,
Searching for,
Whats joy,
Looking for,
My bit of happiness,
Long before,
Blood spit ominous,
Looking to,
New fate,
New life,
New place,
Foreboding,
A new start.
Its ending,
Its mark,
Its healing,
A new scar,
Journey gone,
Too far,
& now I'm lost,
Looking for a new start.
Will you find me,
Give me new scar?

Spirits of the ceased
the disembodied souls of all the people
Specter show your apparition
malign intent toward human evil
Make your presence known to the living
supernatural & interchangeable
I am here still breathing for now
... so steal my breath for yourself...& come...COME! OUT!

The principle of life.
The inevitable death.
Let us be the visitors we are,
to what you envision from afar,
enter a 4th dimension,
a new star,
pay attention as we scar,
our flesh for sacrificial,
scents of blood,
sense of life,
nothing but love,
I FEEL SOO ALIVE!!!
Heightened & free energy,
WAKE THE DEAD TO COME & PLAY WITH ME!!!©
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Written by: Austin J. Frick (AKA Fricktion AKA N.E.M.S.)

A glow glowing
A glow that turns gray
Gray as death itself
When the glow goes out
And when another light
A joint that burns
creates illusions
Want to escape reality
The cold, hard reality
Drunk and High
The cloud of cotton
I lie down
I am no longer in this world
Happy I walk down the street
Illusions of a joint
A fire that burned
A passion that became extinct gray
A life and thousands who want to escape
As drunk in this country

Dreams linger in the mist of memories leaving hopes of love to always last. Rcurrence of moments never to be, as sadness becomes past. Buried wounds look for the suns new day,for happiness rides on its rays and glisten in waters ripples of time.Listen to the nights lonly cries as the moon behind clouds hide, and joy of stars sweet glare.

Oh well it's time to go life's lessons about to show,
Well will we see what's left of me,
Body gone i felt my final torn,
One thing I will not hide is my secret hidden guide,
A guide of life a guide of death, I knew this was my final breath,
Will you reveal to me if I am not part of a tree,
Can you look into the past and reveal what will never last,
Only one can say this is your fate but I come back with my last rebate.....
I AM GOD.....

So tell me Dear, I want to know
Your love it seems like it is cooling
When round I come to visit you
Your doors and windows tightly shuttered

I bang and yell, I call you so loudly
But he only thing that comes from your house
‘Go away, Angela she don’t live here’
This voice, it sounds so much like you do

But tell me Dear, could I be sadly mistaken
I thought I saw you just go in this door
It was only a couple of minutes previous
You rushed right in and the door banged so loudly

So tell me Dear, I really need to know
Is our love like the tide receding?
For six months now I’ve followed you
To work, shopping and even to the doctors

Every time you catch a glimpse of me
Like the Flash, you seem to be disappearing
I’ve had the police come hassle me
The bastards call me a stalker

They don’t know, they don’t understand
This special love, this exciting bond
So pure, the ground you walk on I worship
There is no way you would call it stalking

Tell me right now Dear, I must have your answer
Your love will you to me surrender
For if your love has faded away
Then no other man shall have you

In the dark alleys and byways
There they hunt at night
Not werewolves or vampires
But monsters like you and I

By appearance they seem so sane
Just like anyone you’d meet
But when you look into their eyes
It’s all dead, cold and empty

So these ones hunt at night
No one is safe near them
But then come cold light of day
They look like you and me

He was prone to tolerance...
and yet steeped in bias.

He searched love...
and when it found him,
he ran like a coward from the field.

He loved life...
and yet, never really lived.

He dabbled in music, prose
and poetry...
Yet struggled to understand the
obvious.

Here he lies...
Under the fallen leaves ....
and a ton of dirt.

Gregory

Like you, I change with the season...
like a shape-shifter...we seem to always alter our appearances
to fit the model...the design....
but unlike you,
I morph into a multitude of sentiments...
until only a mirage of my former self remains.

...now i am a stranger to you,
and even to myself.
...i close my eyes and wishfor the Spring to come.


gregory