Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,490)

It's #7 of the commandments
Stealing is really bad
It comes in many forms
I see at work in our lost benefit that cost five people their jobs
I see it in my family as my mom waits to be put in a home
Her home stolen from her by her favorite grandson
Six years of not working and taking for every dime she had left
I see it with my friend who has estranged himself from his family
From years of taking with no intention of paying it back
I see it in our national debt that steals interest on our saved money
And a future of possible financial meltdown
I see it in our devalued money where 13 dollars in 1979
Would be worth over 44 dollars today
I see it in our wages
High interest loans that have made more money than gambling as of late
I experience it every day as the covid 19 response has stolen freedom
Freedom to go see a ballgame, freedom to gather together, and jobs from people
Theft
It's not what I want in my life

Different people have different reasons, is today
a good day to die?, I cant see, a way, to be, me,
Unhappy about life?, can't take the strife?, aware
of everything, knowing nothing, why? oh why? am I,
this way?,...medication, doctor prescribes, ends
peoples lives, overdose the way to go?,... easier
than a firearm show?,....how to end?...how to go?
please dont ever be.. what you can never know..
give nothing,, take nothing...allow life to grow,
and end... now...you are a friend!

I saw the light tonight,, twas blue, red,, and bright, the world in all its glory, showed
me its story, you covet what you can,, its all in the plan, noone cares or wants to know who you are or where you go, now take a stand and raise your hand, dont be a sheep your not asleep,get up today! and say! I'm me! come what may!

I wish I was you, someone once said, I said, I wish I was you too, for all of my troubles would be gone away, for you to take, I would forsake, but I never knew, what you had been through, can we renegotiate this pact of ours? I'm willing to spend hours and hours, I'm sorry I wished, I did not know, my life was happy,,, can we make it so?

Who is the standard bearer of life as we know it? A conspiracy theorist? or a government thats right? It seems to me, we are told whats true, not for me, not for you, unless you are rich, with connections, no price to pay, no corrections, hey you,, yes you,, that normal person,, have you not learned your lesson? Take what you are told as true, never be uniquely you, the establishment controls how it will be,,,never you,,, never me.

Once upon a time, the world had ended, picture that within your mind, nothing , anywhere left to find, debris floating, in space and time, we did not exist, we were not here, so,,, what have we to fear? Face tomorrow, smile and say, I was here, I did not stay!

Take an injection for your correction,, let it go, you wont know, remember its all just for your good, we forgot to wear a hood, we will f*ck you over, because we can, its all in the plan, so just lie there and let it happen,,,its only right its only fair, being stupid is your prerogative, thats your decision,,, that how you live.

I like it here,
I am no one,
Missing the spotlight, yeah,
No, not knowing it would get you burned,-
Like a spoiled child - allowed to run wild,
What have you learned?
You remember where you've been,
Time for someone else to take their turn,-

Flying about and above,
Here to there,
On an endless road,
Alone,-
Lights! Camera! Action!,
Fortune, fame, then pass out on the floor,
They revive you - then re-energize you,
Then they expect you to ask for more?,

Sometime, someday, one day,
From perhaps a dream, you awake,
Of what you once had, gained, and lost,
What would you do? - Would you do again?,-
I like it here,
I am no one,
Missing the spotlight? No,
Yeah, knowing it will get you burned,-

Slams the door
Heavy the hinges grinds that
Drewls within the stench of odours of others that have been before
Light flickers
Heavy bangs noises loud voices heard
Six sides one is trapped
One sits to one fate to one's dispair
Stench of others over powers
Graffity scorned walls from others there ones alone shivers cold
Now one coming
Alone and scared
One sits and drewls
Time stops
One is lost in limbo
Time now gone
Your alone

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day..
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light