Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,490)

In darkest flame, I've been reborn,
In darkest flame, I hide the thorn,
No one knows how long I seek,
Or hears my voice per chance I speak.

The road I walk, I walk alone,
The cold wind chills me to the bone,
But, then, I see her and call her name,
As she dances within the flame.

Soon, the flame is all snuffed out,
And she is gone. I'm filled with doubt,
Was she there or, was it fake?,
Now I feel my spirit quake.

Again, I wander through the night,
And try to force away this plight,
I kneel right then and pray to God above,
"Will I ever find true love?"

There are no pills to cure my ailing heart....No technolgy to mend the broken parts...No one can see me bleeding inside...So my tears i try to hide...There is no rest from the torment i feel....No loving embrace to help to heal....Ilost my reason and will to survive....Now its a nightmare being alive....jw

Fingers clutched tight
Around math-matical schemes
The alley's shadow grows, as he whispers on by
Slate blackboard too heavy, yet all's been erased.

Cobblestone street where footprints have dried
To a two inch oak door, where the treasure resides
Black beady eyes try to make their way
On numbers and symbols worked on that day.

Candle burning bright, wicks almost used up
Moonlight gets shadowed by passing night clouds
As the window of six disappears from the floor
Black beady eyes bloodshot and sore.

Goblet of wine echoes where it sits
Sounds of the night, small rippled bits
The streets are alive
Black beady eyes can't quit.

Another log on the fire as he paces, head in hands
Perhaps, just one shot, of rum understands
What the paper means, he holds in his hands.
As he tries to collect the thoughts in his head
His beady eyes blacken his mind is in bed.

Sleep came by
Black beady eyes house
Yet, passed over the roof
With not making a sound!

Stone tile floor his feet kept in pace
Fifteen thoughts and another
He knew he just had time to erase
As his scheme seemed too backfire.
Too little too late.

Blew up in his face
For he'd not had the mind
To figure it out
In his corner he sat, and his lip's shouted out!


~Bentlee~

slowly drifts,
towards the only light in the tunnel,
is it certain doom?,
he doesn't care,
it's been so dark for so long...

i have left the world of shaded color
black and white are now strong
not a single shade of gray
here fears come to life
in the name of the shadowed man
he is not a man really
but the essance of the fear
the fear left from your day
He is is what makes the good bad
the shadowed man grins as he eats your soul
leaving nothing but a screaming empty shell
he stands on top the dark cold world
laughing at your plight
he is the boogie man
you knew him when you were young and small
but now that you are grown
he takes a new form
one of uncontrollable madness
the shadowed man rules this land
the shadowed man knows your mind
what is it you fear?

Billy Boyd lived on the outskirts of town
In a ramshackle cabin all broken down
A wife, five children and money he had none
He tried his best, he worked so hard
But what he earned, she spent to look smart
Food was scarce and kids used to starve
He'd pray to God bring help from above
Abuse and beatings was all that he got
Whilst she'd go roaming to seek more lovers out
Home she'd come to laugh in his face
And he would weep silently at night
Oh God, he'd cry, please help me to cope
But only silence met his pleas so desperate
His eyes fell upon the carving knife
The blade so clean and shiny bright
To plunge this knife into his heart
And end this painful miserable life
With shaking hands he went to reach
When again she hurled abuse at him
Out he went to run her errands
When someone in the street did stop him
I can tell what ails you my friend
So spoke to him this stranger
What you must seek is close to you
Behind red door in dingy street
You will find what you seek
The Lost Boy's Club

never knowing what we are, always attempting to go beyond a star, relying on our own thought, believing in our own beliefs, alone in our own myths, stories told that never uphold, reincarnation, heavenly gates, hells tormented in our own faith, a position of power to live within an empty hour, a lost man of life, maybe a found man at death, a twist a turn, a regret of a burn, satisfaction when will it be shown, to know to have prove that we arent the unknown, an erorr in humanity an erorr in eternity, no point knowing confusions forever showing that we arent what we speak, we are just lost in our own mystique!

This room has been emptied while my mind is packed,
My blue eyes looking around like a quarterback whose been sacked.
My legs losing blood as my tears fall off the side,
Writing how I feel on a page in order to try and hide.
Got these bullies waiting for me to crack even as love mocks me,
Making it hard to see as my heart loses all sense of clarity.
The lines blur even as another pedal falls from the stem,
Keeping me out of sight of all like a charred gem.

Out of my dreams a shadow walks
It makes me shiver when it talks
Filled with hate and burning fear
Each word it speaks is crystal clear
The time has come for it to kill
Though it is wrong it is the will
Of the sightless fiend that haunts my days
And tries to kill in gruesome ways
Ways that man cannot be shown
Left to man as the unknown
For only I am left undead
And all it wants is to claim my head
If it wins all will see
I have let evil free
Free to roam and on earth dwell
A being from the depths of hell
If I cannot send it back
All is lost and purged in black

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
I'd like to welcome all of you
Into the forbiden sessions of the sacred talisman
You are here with the nightmare conductor of rhythm
Yes, constructor of reality through musical composition
Yes, relax and interface as he takes you into the next phase.

Where ya at, where ya at? They keep asking where ya, where ya been
i've been preparing for two eons and beyond muwahahahah
Waiting around, it's like a hot day to burn it up
With another hot plate, got your neighbours irate
Volume way past 8, keep me booming in your system
>From your residence to your auto, people envious
Green like an avocados, got beef, only equals cattle
Por favor, give you what you want and more
got ya hunting
At the record store, first letters ph' as in phosphorous
Learn to enrich my mind, working on being prosperous
A fool with money is quick to part
Some things start off sweet and end up tart
I sneak in the front like a shadow of dark,
When you wassnt expectaning your crew and I connected
Keep it collective from first to last
Is it banging is the question that they ask
But in the shadow of the light from a black sun
Frigid statues standin icey blue and numb
where are the frost giants i begged for prtection
I am freezing , i am frozen,
shadow of puck illuminates my toil
so i rise and stand firm for my soil
lick a rock on foil
Say reduce me, seduce me,
Dress me up as Tootsie.
Hell is round the corner where I shelter.
Ism's and schisms, we're living helter skelter [been livin' on a study]
If you believe and deceive common sense says shouldn't receive
Let me take you down the corridors of my life.
And when you walk, do you walk to your preference?
No need to answer till I take furthur evidence.
I seem to need a reference to get residence.
A reference to your preference to say,
I'm a good neighbor, I trudge,
So judge me for labour, The bond on me ensures my good
behavior
The constant strum insures my insanity.
Passing the ignorance ensures the struggle for my family
We're hungry beware of our appetite.
Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight.
The kill which I share with my passengers.
We take our fill, take our fill, take our fill.
Confused by different memories,
Details of Asian remedies
Conversations, of what's become of enemies.
My brain thinks bomb-like,
So I listen he's a calm type.
And as I grow, I grow collective.
Before the move sit on the perspective.
nightmare lay in on the crevice.
And watches from the precipice.
Empirial passage.
Heat from the sun somedays slowly passes,
Until then, you have to live with yourself.
Until then, you have to live with yourself