Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,485)

Between the lines lay
the mysterious X
The extraordinary essence
that eluded the text
Betweed the lines
lays a deeper truth
We might catch a glimspe
between old age and youth
Between the lines speaks
a subconscious intrusion
Suggesting reality a
convenient illusion
Between the lines space-time
will bend
Between the lines.. this
message I send~

i am me, i scream silently.
not a figment of your imagination.
moulding my spirit to your hard will,
i feel a rebel, and take my fill.
i am a person, with heart and soul,
you're not my keeper, though it's your goal.
i will release me from your bond of gold,
'cause life's the treasure, you need be told.
thank you for trying to put me on a throne,
i cannot take that, bound up and all alone.
i need my freedom, for that's my right.
let me soar high, enjoy my flight.
leave me, unbind me, thank you. it's all right.

My eyes decieve me as i look in the mirror
For the glass is fogged and is no longer clearer
I see a face, distorted, filled with hate
Of this world I live in, is this my fate
I use to smile more, use to be able to love
Use to believe in miracles and of angels above
Use to be awed by the sight of people kissing
Now it just reminds me of what i am missing
Not that I'm jealous, I haven't a jealous streak in my bone
It's the thought of knowing, that I may forever be alone
And as I look at myself, the hate continues to grow
I shall tell you of my hate, for you should know
I hate the politicians who control people with their lies
I hate so-called christians who hide behind sinful eyes
And what about the pastors who pray with the bible in their hands
But when it's night time put on their hood for the klu klux klan
I see so much hatred and racism, so much I can't take it
But still I manage to smile, I've practiced enough to fake it
And people wonder why I'm down, they same I'm not the same
After years of personal torture, that person no longer remains
Do I have love in my heart, yes, but not like before
It has narrowed down to those who deserve it and the one I'm meant for
Many people will hate my thoughts and be taken back by my views
But tell me, how will you feel, when the world has forsaken you?

I've been crawling through my insides
Trying to figure out where it all begins
Than I feel the ground beneath me tremble
Is there something below the surface rising
The foundation begins to crumble
The walls I have built they come crashing down
Swallowed by this chaos it pulls me under
Into this insecure world that I've been hiding
As I crawl between the empty spaces
I try to put the pieces where they all fit in
But is hope just delightful thinking or a device used for shedding skin
Angels above me begin singing
They tell me to open up my heart again
A demon than appears before me
and he extends his hand with a freindly grin
Casting a calm reflection of who I was or who I really am
Guided by a faint dismal light I'll overcome this hell within

~JJF ~

Pain enters in silent stream
Mocks the ghost of future dream
Mind numbed from seeking why
Into the bleak the seagulls cry
Moon creeps beyond the night
Hurting clenches, hard and tight
Shadow tiptoes in steps of sorrow
Mourns defeat of joy tomorrow
As real is etched beyond the stark
Seeking bright above the dark
As hand implores the distant light
My soul is shored to withstand the night

Can you pour me a shot? Good, now pour me another. Pour me one for my father who died, and one for my mother. Pour me one for this life that I live and for this future I waste. For I drink now for the future and not for the taste.

Drown my sorrows in bourbon, leave them all at the bar. Drown my pains in brandy as I walk to the car. Drown my sorrows in vodka, as I turn this key; Drown my regret in tequila, as they try to revive me. Drown my face in these tears, as I'm left wondering how; to tell my family I'll change when I've just taken a life.

Close this cell door in my face. I'm drawing marks on the wall. I'm counting down to parole, if I make it at all. I'm serving three life sentences, with no life left. But much like those three innocent people i'd rather have death.

Within my soul I search
For purpose and meaning
It is oft a dreary
Place devoid of
new found feelings
Hovering as if by magnets
I glide between grey and darkness
A shadow of myself
Or is the shadow me
Cast by only a cobwebbed silhouette
Sustained by life's
evershrinking net
Wonder was my goal
With no memories of regret
Yet here I glide from gloom
to Netherworld without Restriction
or purpose and cold icy chill
Is this my mandate or foul evil addiction
Lost within a maze of ancient
musty,crumbling ruins
that my memories fullfill
Cruel assassins concealed
behind each and every Pillar
that once were
Regergetated symbols
With fragrances most vile
I have no track of time
Its simply Infinity that looms
And a numbness in
My bones
As my skull feels fragmented
Like some cruel horrid
Beauchene
Procedure gone wrong
My mind's a sinking ship
And Torment is my song
With no time for Reflection
With no view of the stars
I have no sense
of Direction
Time is not my friend
But an ugly master
With Destruction at the end
And yet an adversary
to Confront
With Battalions so infinite
I seek solace or Redemption
Or perhaps a spiritual
Repose
I would gladly trade
places as any
Ghastly sinner knows
Shudder at the grey walls
No...they are just velvet cloaks
Glance behind them and
Only darkness lurks

A rattle of keys, a floorboard creaks,
Click of a latch, a rusty door hinge squeaks,
A cold wind comes in through a window, up the corridor,
A tendril of green mist creeps,
In through the crack of the part open door,
Day things give way to night things,
It’s time for the bell,
It swings,
It rings,
Rats scurry,
Bats flurry,
As it echoes across the valley,
The hangman once more tallies his tally,
Carves one more notch upon his stick,
The prison clock on Midnight, ticks it’s final tick,
Final plea for forgiveness been plead,
The Preachers final word of prayer has been said,
For one unfortunate, it’s the end of the line,
The Gov’nor checks the clock, gives a nod, it’s time,
The trapdoor opens…..But, the rope doesn’t go taught,
Things don’t go quite as they thought,
For, between a puff of green smoke,
And, the hangman’s disbelieving choke,
All that remained was a pile of her clothes,
Green mist oozing from every stitch,
Turns out, history will record….
She REALLY was a witch!

I think she played me
on the playground
juggled like a ball
makes me wonder
why is the world so cold?

Some nights I lay in bed
and ask the Lord
why do we suffer in heart?
time moves so slow
when you try and forget someone.

Forget about someone
who was supposed to be
separated from her husband
turned out to be no good.

Then I woke up and realized
love is not a fairy tale
just get tired of these wounds
would like to close the doors.

All started out as such a good time
a smile that turned to be a broken heart
the chemistry that pulled us together
begin to pull us apart.

Sometimes the illusions we see
are only make believe
we just want to be held
and say sweet things
with candy in our mouth.

So, I've been played
right on the playground
kicked like a volley ball
taken as a joke...

I'm hungry for the food that I eat,
I'm thirsty for the water that I drink,
I'm angry at the pain that you bring,
Why do you still hang around me?



You are happy at watching me face danger,
You are smiling while being in my dreams,
You are a ghost thats stalking me still,
What do you want from me girl?



This is not what it seems to be,
Some kind of bittersweet justice,
I never met you way before this,
Nor knew you and your name!



Every street and dark empty lane,
You are standing where I can see,
Called 911 but I know what they'll saying,
This guy is either stoned or crazy.



I lost the time of the day,
I lost my mind and sanity,
I lost my girlfriend and family,
Thinking of my safety and where you could be next,



It must be days or months,
Memories of me having a normal life,
Now my world turn upside down,
From a little girl who keeps appearing from afar.



Called my father but he's dead,
Called my lover but a stranger answered instead,
I hear voices over and over again in my head,
While everything around me is moving so slowly.



Alma was her name and we are the same,
Both psychic but she went insane and rogue,
They used her in dark scientific experiments and research,
till she cant take it no more and went on a killing spree.



Now I know the absolute truth of this mystery,
And that my life was a fake all this while,
She gave birth to a son and saved him,
From these same monsters from abusing me, her son!