Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,490)

last spring..
hell..no..last century..
he came veiled
unsuspected
and sarcastic...

last monday he borrowed me 10 bucks
and flew awake
silent in the rain
the solent was devastated..
unfertlized soils..

one hour ago..I went..
o
night to remember..

I passed my right away
slaughtered by the gemini cricket effect..

wrong moral,folks..

never lend 10 bucks before dying..

its the loneliest feeling in the world
to find yourself standing up when
when everyone else is sitting down to have
everybody look at you and say "whats the matter with her?"
i know what it feels like walking down an empty street
listening to the sound of your own footsteps
shutters closed blinds drawn..doors locked against you.
you just arent sure if your walking towards something..
or just walking away...

The sign is lit
To show the way
This road to follow

Until the end
We carry on
Each as ordered

Journey's end
We meet again
All us together

Close you're eyes and picture
joy, imagine its forever, until the day you die,

now place yourself in eden and hold it deep
within, would it compare to everything you've
seen and where you've been?

our life experience and what we've
seen and done, our happiness, our saddness
our thoughts of misery or fun,

our ideals are made up of things we see
that look soo right,
its only when the truth shines through we
see the dark turn bright,

eden is created in how we live our life, we
create the happiness, the trouble or the
strife,

tomorrow can be perfect or lost in misery,
it all depends on what we feel and
what we think we see.

that moment when nothing is ok
that moment when you cant look in his eyes
that moment when you know its over..
that moment you know you will never smile again
that moment you feel your heart break...

the moment you want to give up
the moment you just want to die..
the moment where you just start to cry...
until the day you die....

Another night another fight
her tears will fall her blood will spill
she'll screaam into her pillow
what's happend to him.

If you knew her, you might ask
whats happend to her
she's no longer the person
she once was,were.

Ask why she stays
she'll say,she loves him love has her held
its easier then to admit
shes lost love for herself.

Another sits on a stool
enjoying a pint with a friend
till talk and whispers start
enjoyment ends.

Hands on ears,he chooses to be deaf
as well as he does blind
she cheats he knows
he doesnt mind.

To turn a blind eye, to forgive
is that not what it means to love someone?
its easier then facing the truth
fear of having no-one.

For what ever reason of our own
we put up with??? by saying were held by love
but isnt the chill felt more then the warmth
what if only, to be the honest one.

oh you piquant bitter violet bean
to sweeten my life, tasteful, obscene

life's foibles don't matter somehow
with the semi-sweet taste of fine cacao

you haunt millions of mouthy minds
with your dark and creamy dreams

milking desire for all it's worth
everyone want's you in to them

at the dinner table maybe or after
by the warming flames of fire hearthed

even better to be slid into in bed
tongue in mouth, eyes closed, senses

alive with your pleasure, oh Chocolat
next you'll know, my deepest addiction

oh, but there's a dingy aftertaste to this
Côte d'Ivoire with children slaving

on equatorial sun beaten fields to feed
rested humanities satiation of Cacao

© agoodguy2have 2011-04-14

bleeding heaven forever in day.
heart is broken so i stay away.
labeld and torn to shreds again.
love is broken and im losing it.
fabled and reborn to rebirth.
learning to live with true earth.
in my dreams as always i was.
go ahead hate me my friends if you must
im losing mind to stay uncrazy.
but life spits in my face thoughtless thoughts today.
driving me into the hell im already in anyway.

the air was sticky and smoggy that night on a Harlem highrise
the only thing that was different was a young kid with bue eyes
he was a youth in search of a peace not found at home
and so the boy with blue eyes was begotten then to roam

he wandered into a world of darkness to seek and to search
having long ago been abandoned by both school and the church
neither education nor religion could comfort him so he took to the road
heading far from the comfort of his family's hearth and abode

so there stared blazingly blue eyes on a rooftop's domain
talking to a black man who could ease the boy's pain
thirty bucks and a handshake would send him on his way
and so he returned to that rooftop every damnable day

long island had raised him but that island wasn't long enough
and middle class madness would leave him with sorrow to rebuf
day after day he'd climb those stairs whereupon the two would meet
a tall black man and a young boy with blue eyes just trying to be discreet

darkness sold his wares by the dollar and the bag
the boy with blue eyes thinking about his toe with a tag
because in Harlem death is an indeterminate threat
and a young boy with blue eyes had better pay every debt

sometimes the air was thinner with a cold winter's night weather
yet and still they dared danger while huddling close together
Harlem had been his tutor and that rooftop his incubator
and here sit i with blue eyes and a habit sixteen long years later
(c) 2011.....free cee!

with a tear i fear , i dont want to hear , hear the the pain feel the pain i endure , im afraid icant help it , noone understands , the ache the anxity , the sweat that i had on my body , the streets overwhemled me i could not imagine , cross walks look huge and i felt my heart pound , looking on the road at how its gotten big it was . . i stood there waiiting to go but my heart frose and so did my legs . i cant move and how will i make it . theres to many cars i cant see nothing but light , its getting all white out here in the day . why is this happening . why does it hurt . the phobias are real there not make beleive . i cant move . im afraid . im locked