Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,489)

In the Dungeons of the Dark,
Down in the Depths of the Deep,
Dwell Devils of Dimensions only Demons Dare Dream...

I open my deep blue.....
Night is here, dancing shadows sneaks through the room,
some scare, some run over the wall and hit back again.....

I turn on the radio, music put out the silence and
goes in takt with my heartbeat, slow, vibrant, it cant
beat faster.....

I can feel how you cry, cuase your tears burning deep
into my cheek.....

I open the window, a frail whiff cool down my burning eyes
Its raining.....

I can feel your pain, how it slow break me down from inside
ground quivering under my feet, my hands is shaking
my body cry.....

Life is eternity....darkness, lonelyness take your friend
and go, dont turn around, dont look over your shoulder,
Im not there, cuase Im nobody....from nowhere, just the
heart is, that broken heart, there not even a sunbeam
could passing through
Where is the ocean who reach to heaven....where is the bridge
that will take me higher.....

Death were here, heaven could not wait.....
you left me to destiny, cold and empty, with a scar in my
soul.....

Music disepere from my ear and die.....
Im melting and become a frozen shadow out there in the rain.....

I open my deep blue.....
Night is here, I must been gone from reality.....
Its raining.....



CINNA

If by chance be that creature of the wood
Searching for prey by the light of the moon
Creature of the sea be misunderstood
Traps silvery schools in shallow lagoon

Creature of the city who stalks by night
Black hoody shadows red eyes are ablaze
Indifferent to cries of fear and fright
Tears drip with blood soak darkenned alleyways

Predation's eyes watches with deep peril
Boldness striking like the fangs of vipers
Coldness gazing down scope of a barrel
Steady squeezes the trigger of snipers

What about nature do we learn is evil
Schooled in survival since times primeval

Brightness is the light that shines from behind us.

Please go away I like it dark...

Did it ever occur I am trying to sleep...

When it is finally dark I am awake.

What is wrong with this picture...

Night I want to be up to see the darkness..

Daylight I want to sleep away..

I often think this is messed up or I should.

Run to another part of the world

Where day and night are messed up.

So I will not be compleatly messed up.

Dark is black = Night

Light is sky blue = Light

However, both colors are dark on the color chart.

It is okay to like dark as long as you do not run from it.

Madness comes in many forms

The blinding pharoah sings

A mask to hide the dour stare

That only sorrow brings

Take me to your dying queen

The one you left behind

To search for what you wish to seek

But never seem to find

A love so pure, so hard to find

You do so overlook

Oh so divine, lamenting for

What you never gave, just took

Woe unto your sleepless nights

Dusk flows throughout the air

Pacify your lust for life

Sink deeper to despair

Night falls soon, it calls to you

All colors turn to gray

And you have gone so far from home

You fear you've lost your way

Feet barely lingering on the hard wood floor
Weightlessness and freedom of thought
Wanting to take back all that was done
But knowing now she could not
So looking back at the scene that she left
The chair fallen down on its side
Rope burns circled round her neck
She couldn’t take it back, though she tried.

No candle sticks in the Merchants today.
The rural control of the darkest Knights,
That plunder and pillage through my castle.
Stealing,
Goblets, amulets and sword.


Fear, aghasting one to hide in the corner,
Behind the blanket chest.
Blankets of security,
That Mother wtrapped me in as an infant.
Shall now be my hiding curtain,
Against the dark monsters,
That trod my stone floors,
In search of gold.


Liza Mc Beth. 16/1/14.

I'm hiding in this cage
I've built from all my rage
Hide from all my shame
No other there is to blame
I lie because of hurt
Making me feel like dirt
Wanting so much to feel good
But never feeling it like I should
Easier said then done
To be happy and having fun
Just wanting to feel whole
To love thyself and soul
No longer to be in a trap
Going through so much crap
I want to feel myself be free
To be who I know that I can be

Sitting round the camp fire
the men told each other tales
as the night went on each one
became more elaborate by turn

Tales of whoppers that got away
a few night time bed stories
of this and that very lush ladies
they swopped some hunting stories

As the fire started to die down
thoughts turned to spooky things
headless horsemen and the like
chilling in the dead of night

A sharp crack of a branch heard
making them all jump a mile
torchlight shone through the tent
the last of their company now here

He was a born narrator as he told
of the grey wolf that prowled
how the Native Americans said
to hear or see it meant death

Just then as if on cue, a howl
then they realized the narrator
was no longer there, just vanished
into the night air leaving nothing

Spooked they settled for the night
next day in a hurry they packed up
when they got back to the town
they learned the narrator had passed

On his way to join their camp out
he had been hit head on by a truck
and had died at the scene of the crash
his ghost narrated the story last night

joining them for one last time
before departing for the after life
now when ever they hear the howl
a shudder runs down their spines

In the shadows
The dark pavement
The quiet unlite
Dark lane

The alley ways
He waits
Hidden from preying eyes
He scurries about

No form just dark shadows he sides with you following you about
Stay in the light he won't follow you there
Is afraid of his own shadow his own gaze
The shadow man

He waits in the shade
For his next victim to look apoun his gaze