Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,485)

Echoes of yesterday
Scrape across my brain
Splinters of tomorrow
Buried deep in my veins

Today is dead and buried
Beneath the snows of now
My passing has vanished
No trace to be found

I don’t want to take flowers to your grave,
I don’t want to hide my tears in the rain
because you have come to be
such a lonely soul, such a quiet murmur
running through the trees.

As autumn comes to land on empty branches.
Will you be the whisper in the wind?
May your spirit be one with the snow?

You will be the song carried in the breeze
sang by the trees growing on the garden.
I should be very quiet if I want to hear your voice,
coming from the forest, spreading on the land
the endless weep of your soul.

I don’t want to build for you an altar,
or paint my walls with pictures
to remain me of your face,
because you decide to leave
in such an early way.

Will you come to be with me as moonlight through the darkness?
Will you be holding me when I feel
the air blowing through my hands?

There will be as well a summer
for the sun to shine my path,
and many chilly winters to freeze my hopeless heart.

As the season wave goodbye in the cycle of the year,
I just want to see your smile
and your sweet angelic eyes.

I don’t want to ask questions to your headstone,
or feel the cold stone on my skin
and cry your memory alone in my room.
Because there are promises, you have to keep,
and springs still to bloom on the fields.

MY LIFE SOBER


im sick and tired all i do is fight
i just want to end my life
i wonder if things will ever change
because nothing will ever be the same
ive felt hurt and ive endured pain
i lost my mind im far from saNe
i just wish for a better change
before its to late
ive already started to see the golden gate
is love so hard to find
money dont mean a thing in my mind
everythings a lie
to crazy to live to rare to die
happyness is like a sunken tresaure lost out to sea
hopefully one day it will find me
im not crazy im just lost
my world is like a coin toss
always landing on lossing side
all these days these nights i stayed up and cryed
days turn into months as i sit back and sye
locked in my basement where time doesnt exist
i cannot leave because everything reminds me of you
not only did i loose the ones who raised me
my four year old son this is crazy
my house to a fire left with ashes
every time im in a car i prey it crashes
but death wont find me it seems i must suffer
and then i loose you my one my only lover
goodbye so long this is life

Overdose in the bathroom
unsatisfied with
the way you look
fourteen years of laughing
you finally did
what it took
God was absent? for
the last minute of his proof
succumb to narcotics of denial
drowned in his own?
fountain of youth 
he could of saved him ?if
he were in that room
swallowed in the bathroom?
of his concrete tomb

I stand in the
shadows
My spirit is in
the wind
A faceless man
of sorrows
A voiceless thought
within~

‘. . . in your days of gladness bear in mind
the unknown evil forging on behind!’

Geoffrey Chaucer, Canterbury Tales

‘...you’ll never find your heart in a temple unless you first find a temple in your heart...’
Someone...

‘...death is always lurking behind your left shoulder...’ Castaneda

‘I am the self consumer of my woes’
John Clare

‘...we’re all going to hell in a hand basket...’
My Hillbillie friends

‘Poor soul, the center of my sinful earth,
[Thrall to] these rebel pow’rs that thee array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?’
William Shakespeare


‘Simply put, we are displaced people wandering
aimlessly in the desert of our minds.’
Dr Ihaleakala Hew Len

‘I often feel like a lost fart in a thunderstorm...’
My most beloved ex-wife...

‘Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes’
Jean Racine

‘People ask me to smile for the camera, but somehow it always comes out gloomy’
Stephen Rea

‘To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow...’
Macbeth

‘ Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so’
David Grayson

‘ There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness’
Carl Jung

The future that we live in is right all along
so was the past and the present
but the truth is we are wrong
in what we think we did

we made this mess
we cause these wars
we cause this pain and lost
we cause all of this upon us

and we blame it on the other guy
we tried to play the advocate and judge
so that the world will believe we are the good guys
and get scott free of our murderous crimes.

sometimes...

i walk out of the shadows 

i wonder...




what is it like to make love...

im sure its a different experience

than just getting f*cked




sometimes...

i wait for the shadows

i wonder...




do they ever wait for me...

do i ever really leave them

or do they follow my echoed screams




sometimes...

i walk out of the shadows 

i wonder...




when is a dream conceived...

does it ever die a violent death

or does it live on, just unseen

Warwitch is a name I'll never forget,
Iron clad will and a strong lass,
She'll bring the house down with her smile,
And chop your fingers if you touch her hair!

See the madness in her fiery eyes,
When the child of Venus set his arrows on her,
Lest the silverly moon turns bloody red,
There's no escape from gal of Scorpio!

Beware and behold in trembling fear,
When her presence is felt so near,
Your fun is over and time is up,
Her turn has come and now I'll better disappear fast !

There's a veil in this life
one dark, one light
to each soul it is your poison
Magick;
For the one I found is a mystery
everchangling
Conjures spirits in the night to the restless
intoxicating scryes that peer deep
Magick;
a mystery, seduction, a life
it lifts it's veil
a dance with fire and murmurs
to one falling angel
Walk through the forest in midnight to see
each creature
Magick;
as a rose frozen in the dead of winter
and silence to still
cast a crimson cloak for me, hide me