Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,489)

Shut up and listen
for a change
Do not judge me
When I am quiet
no one ever planned
anything with noise

Heaven in you
Broke every rule
even the golden one,
bringing out the dark secret
Like a cuckoo

Poisoned the nest
Getting into the garden,
In temptation cries
Runs deep into the blood

Veins pumping fury
Of a thousand steamboats,
blood cuts both ways
No illusions
the method behind the madness

Hidden eating
The sordid secret
Watch what you are doing,
falling down
lies like
Toy soldiers

Time moves on
as on this earth
men live and die
each day
Humanity wallows in wretchedness
Men steal, lie, kill
plunder one another
People deceive each other
There is no end
to pain, suffering, agony
Yet
in quiet moments
my mind reaches out
and makes contact
with some mysterious source
some cosmic awareness
which moves me strangely
I sense something
I cannot describe
but only feel
Who knows what secrets
are locked up
in this vast universe
or in the human mind?
What things have substance
and what have not?
What is Truth and Beauty?
Are they just empty words?
Or are they tied up somehow
with this strangeness
I feel?
Perhaps tomorrow
I will know
but meanwhile
I must continue
to feel
the things I feel
and to think
the thoughts I think
for wretched life or not
Life must go on

Get out of my face!
Before i pull this trigger,
On someone lousy fate,
Saw you sleeping with my brother!

Damm if i let you live,
Poison words that i believe,
You're not getting another chance,
Screwing another man's life around!

b*tch you came on to me,
Made a fool out of me with your sobbing tale,
And then i saw you sneak out,
Who the Hell did you go out to meet?

Should've known when you said your name was Ivy,
And that you are a healing witch,
Caught you humping cowgirl on your doctor!
And now you're calling me a monster!

Dance, my little pretty, dance. As I pull the strings she rises off the floor. Gracefully I dance her across the stage. How pretty she looks dressed in black. Short high heel boots, black stockings, lacy dress and even a black bow. I make her twirl around and around and take a bow.

It had taken a lot of work to get her to this level. Firstly I had to find a suitable puppet. I had tried quite a few but found them unsuitable. One was too heavy, another too tall and a few more just did not look right. Not sure what it was, I couldn’t put my finger on it, it was just a feeling.

This one though was perfect. She was five foot one and very slim. Nice firm body with no flaws, even her auburn hair was the right length. Without any hesitation I had thrust her into the back of my van. This one was going to be my puppet.

Back at my workshop I started the slow process of transforming her. I had used the rejected one to learn on, so this time I was confident of success. Firstly the shoulder joints had to be dislocated, this way it would give free and easy movement.

The elbows followed. I did not enjoy listening to the screams. All the time I kept assuring her that in the end it would all be worth it, that the pain would go away.

The hips and knees were next and even the ankles. I did not do them all at once, I left days in between each dislocation to give her time to recover. I take no joy in causing pain and suffering for I am no monster.

When all the joints moved freely to my will without causing agony I knew it was time for the next move. I had no need to restrain or lock her up for she was already like a doll, unable to move except for m will.

It was time for the strings. Every puppet needs strings for this is what makes them move. Unfortunately I had to cause her more pain for I had to drill holes to attach the strings.

She begged and pleaded with me not to do this. It seems that she does not understand my grand vision. It was at this point that I decided to also dislocate her jaw. This way I could also control her speech.

When the holes had healed around the strings she was ready. Slowly the strings lifted her off the ground. Only a grunt escaped her mouth. She looked so good standing there. I waved to her and made her wave back.

“How are you today my pet?” I asked. “What would you like to do?”

I moved her mouth for her and spoke in a high pitched voice, “dance please.”

Left, right and jump into the air, I had her dancing. A couple of times she fell down but that was my fault. It takes a while to get a puppet moving just right.

I was getting tired so I let her back down onto the floor. Seeing that this was her first dance I thought that she had done really well and told her so. I cannot understand why there are tears on her face.

It feels like I am walking
Down a path when suddenly
Everything just disappears
The path, the trees, the flowers, The sky, the sun, the bees
Everything is all gone
And I keep walking along
Like I had been there before.

Rise and twist and swirl around
You captured by the breeze
Pieces of dead leaves on the ground
Rise once again from a winter grave
One last dance around and around
You give me great pleasure to save
The memory of your lasting days
Still attracting my tireless mind
One last act before the final decay
Sends you at last away to stay

The End Times are almost here,
So now it's time to be sincere;
The cause not quite so Biblical -
More decimation environmental.

Cancel Culture, and things gone mad,
History drowns in a sea of sad;
Creative content not rewarded,
Starving artists, and life gone sordid.

Every one pushing their own barrow,
Censorship makes thinking narrow;
It may be that no one's right -
So shit on Nature (despite her plight).

Still, the senseless urge to breed,
Another million mouths to feed;
Babies dying in the dust -
Adult to Adult, there's no trust.

Now cut down the Amazon,
You'll only know when it's all gone;-
So f*ckwits (like B*lson--),
Can make a Hell (where he will go).

And to top it all, now there's Covid,
(Though there were plagues before Ovid);
The difference is this one's man-made;-
To make us sick, (before we fade).

But that's ok (just don't ask C-
As it violates the World's va*ina;-
And who decides just what is "truth"?
You'd best believe "fake news" - by Ruth!

So curse the cults, curse the Pope,
Curse us all, when there's no hope -
(The problem here was Evolution,
There seems to be a convolution).

Man-made God - that's his mistake,
Now's too late to apply the brake;
Many species have died out -
What makes Man think that he'll "win out"?

So come one day, when there's no one here,
Because fools ruined the Biosphere,
Man will have himself to blame -
'Cos self-deception's a stupid game.



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Help help me I am trapped
By this cruel world that is completely wicked and warped and difinately wacked
And the demons have invaded and destroyed my brain
My life is useless and has gone down the drain
That's why IAM known as criminally insane
Have you no SHAME
Criminally insane

IAM waiting and hating and debating what lies a head
If I could find the perfect woman I would take her to bed
She would replace that big fluffy bear called the one and only Mrs big ted
I spent a week making and creating her inside my green shed
It nearly killed me inside there I thought I was dead.

Fear nothing my sacred friend
Lots of people are fake and pretend in this lost world that has no end
Don't give in don't give up
No matter how much you suffer and have such hard luck
Be like me and don't give a f*ck

Why do you haunt me in my dreams
Wake me in the middle of the night
Make me feel like I’ve lost touch
With the person I used to be

Why do I need to pacify my inner self
In the glowing din of the twilight
Making contact out of the corners of our eyes
In a desperate plea for each other

Where do you come from
How come I recognize your face
Hear the sweet melancholy of your voice
Longing to feel your sweet embrace

How come your eyes penetrate so deeply into my soul
When you smile at the same time I smile
Even the way we listen intently to each other
Your words just loud enough each one

We can’t tear our eyes away from each other
At the end of the dream you search me out
Just to say a few parting words like
We will see each other again soon

Will we ever be together again
Because you belong to me somehow
No stranger is a dream then an apparition
No stranger is the woman of my dreams

I heard in a song by INXS
Look at the faces
Listen to the bells
It's hard to believe we need a place call Hell
There are many hells on this planet
The hells that are created in our schools
The hells created by poor pay to our workers
The hells created by our government fueled by power and greed
And the hells created for our elderly in nursing homes
My definition of a home is place where you feel love
A place where you feel safety
A place with good food and drink
By that definition we should call these places nursing houses
They have walls
They have roofs
But do they have the other things I just mentioned?