Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,489)

evil
pot-ugly
observing
creatures
plural pests
birds of prey
succulent feed
conniving notions
monstrous attackers
mean-spirited monsters
hovering in wait for all
defenselessly poor victim
foul odorous sagging skin
gross slobbering beak
pain endorsing pecks
egocentric traits
carcass loving
deathly cold
mercilessly
feathered
cackling
vulture
being

Sore throats, viruses, coughs, colds and spluttering
grief, unhappiness, all kinds of suffering
traffic jams, supermarkets and leaks to the guttering
obesity, drug dealers and and everyday ills
motorbikes, prams and too many bills
talk shows, foot ball stars, celebrity mags
Gorden brown's monologues and the price of fags
bullying, piles and men in white vans
beards, graveyards and self lacerating cans
unkindness, toe nails and lack of hilaria
starvation, queues, insomnia and malaria
used tissues, knives, Manchester united
wrinkles, wasps and love unrequited
wheely bins, grey hairs, throwing of litter
people uncomprehending,lonely and bitter...

Given permission to undertake sacred mission
to effect consciousness transformation
it is too heavy for me to lift it
send someone else to shift it

Hurry up please, it's almost time..

it was a peaceful place the most ya ever got was a fat lip a bike stole or an egg at the house. Clear rock goes up in smoke as reality delves into clustered haze. Where ego's soar on mindless flight as the trigger rests in full squeeze tight. At the end of the steel fell out of sight. Gunpowder an Glory stilled the night, another life fallen another life fight's~

if i didnt laugh id cry

Because of You!

Because of you my life has changed,
once I was normal, now I am deranged.
Because of you the hours feel long,
what once was right, is terribly wrong.
Because of you I no longer dance,
I'm awkwardly freakish when given the chance.
Because of you my summers are cold,
cause I'm so imperfect, by you I was told.
Because of you my thoughts are so hateful,
I gave you my all your very ungrateful.
Because of you I feel incomplete,
I hide in my house scared to go to the street.
Because of you I'll probably do time,
my mind is now racing, cause murders a crime.
Because of you my life is ending,
I'm broken inside, and now there's no mending.
Because of you I hate all men,
but you'll pay the price again then again.
Because of you I'm regretful and sad,
that you were my husband, and my children's dad.
Because your you, these words I have spoken,
because I'm me your next to be broken!

There was once a man named Dirt,
who blamed all that he did on another.
He blamed all his crimes on all different guys,
especially Breck and his brother.

He blamed Breck's mom and his dad and his girl,
for all of the things that he'd done.
He thought that he'd drop the blame on their laps,
and he'd be the blameless one.

He blamed every race, every creed every one
for the putrescent acts he committed.
But one single girl knew that he lied
About all those people and a certain little KID.

Nothing he said could change her mind,
Though he tried and he lied lied lied lied.
So he dug up a hole and he got inside,
and he did us all a favor and died.

Dedicated to ALISA!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am the voice unspoken,
The song without words,
I am music without notes.
I am faceless, featureless…

“Bleed me dry”
I whisper to dry hearts,
“Take my life”
I taunt with my eyes.

“Take it all”
You know the truth of it…


”Kill me here”

(I) Once an Innocent Child,
Even through the Pain I smiled.
Hidden behind the mask I wore,
tears of hurt would pour.
Through years of secrets and Lies, I grieved,
For those nearest me are deceived.

Pain is the truth I've come to know,
As I surrendered, I let go.
Tears of Blood are those I cry,
Stained by scars I cannot deny.
My attempt to escape this pain within,
Is now etched evermore in my skin.

See me through this mask I wear,
forgive me for these scars I bear.
I need you know, Like I needed you then,
To help me back on my feet again.
Turn my stumbling blocks into stepping stones,
Because I cannot do this on my (own)

hoping
never knowing
my mind is in prison
surrounded by the sinning
i feel my back without a spine
i feel a crack in a world without any time
inside im falling waitng to hit the ground
inside im calling waiting to make a sound
its a moist desert filled with tears
its all the love filled with fears
four walls solitary confinement
no calls killed excitement
if the tears will ever dry
scars would be seen in my eyes
and naked emotions
still floating
hoping

by marek kata

Strange thoughts, foreign to a mind,
tis not the way, not any day,
but, search in vain, release the pain,
no other way to find,

No truth, no lies, just close your eyes,
it's gone, sorrow dies,
and who would care?, not they, but
gather round like birds of prey,
they'd stand and stare, and whisper
there, twas not a life anyway.



Life denies---------------Entity dies.

The End.