Most Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,490)

With anger and hostility
They will gather to view
Running their mouths off
As they all do
No talent to call on
So tear it all down
I care not
I hear not
For I'm just a clown

Ever wonder if life is just a series of randomness.
Or is filled with preordained mile marks of destiny.
Does selflessness worth more than pleasures of selfishness?
At the end of life is there judgement of one's deeds their pitiless virulence versus their charity.
Is belief a comfort for a fool or one's greatest tool.
If life is what you make it. Then why do we bend the knee and give a nod to the tyranny of virtue when you can be the pioneers of conquest indulging scrupulously in vanity and myriads of guilty desires?
Isn't free will the gift that we was given.
If so, why do we choose to be passengers commuting by vehicles of religion and doctrine driven?
Tell me what is the purpose of life, if it's live like obedient sheep.
Maybe that's why a lion smiles at its preys in its last moments after his claws and teeth sink in flesh so deep, because that kill it's his to keep.

I speak from a heart grown weak and old,
The suns heat doesn't reach and so it is cold,
A story unending or so it is told,
A tale of sadness, madness, and woe,
Knowing not from whence I came,
No, Or now where I will go,
Only understanding I am utterly alone...,

And alone it appears I'll continue to be,
Seems my entire existence there's been only me,
To answer my queries,
To laugh at my jokes,
To share my opinions,
My dreams and my hopes,

A message in a bottle,
Filled with old memories,
Perhaps someone will read,
Tossed with a splash in the vast open sea...,
"Run afoul, Run aground, my vessel's a wreck,
S.O.S. mayday, A call of distress,
One soul survivor, Only me left.",
What happens next is anyone's guess,
How did I get myself into this mess?,
While no man's an island I'm doing my best...

Towers will fall down
Earth all over will shatter
My heart awakens

Refreshing is love
Sweet as gentle summer rain
Now washes the world

Stand back unafraid
Greatness now is glorious
Love conquers evil

Visions of the future
Dance around inside my head
Wisemen once foretold

The Resurrection
The next coming attraction
Theaters near you

Beware and be warned
The moment is getting close
Closer than you think

Oh, My Crippled Soul!
Abandoning the thought of love is like a pitchfork that pierced a heart that didn't bleed
That which became my enemy was twice as bad
I smile crookedly at life, unapologetic if I am scared and scorned
Oh, my crippled soul!
Life is a cruel defense of love devastated by fantasy and ill will
Why does one love...is it not a miracle cure?
The soul cries out but has learned to hide the glaring darkness of misery and pain
Anger is the enemy, indifference is worse so widely known and celebrated by many
Suffering privately in silence looking for a sign or anything to be gained, just see me
Oh, my crippled soul!
Sassing through life is no reason to shout, it feels defenseless and so narrowly contained no one is celebrating.
There are no harmonies fashioned by time, just the same cold play playing for a different audience.
Piles and piles of life's junk heaped upon us just waiting to be discarded but it can no longer be ignored.
Oh, my crippled soul!
How did we learn to survive this unplumbed plight, is it leftover indignities handed down from generation to generation?
We quiver with fear in the hallows of surrender yet we can't cry out, who is there to listen or wipe away my tears?
Can fleeing save us; or deepen the blow, where can we go when the whole world is watching, no one is willing to save us not even YOU?
Oh, my crippled soul!

Shadows casting haunting siluettes

The magician like a poker player with the winning hand

A gambler loosing bets

Reality lost in sand

the white rabbit appearing disappearing like a ghost in the night

Fear facing fear voices winding down like a music box on a merry go round

This is my fight my plight



The lions roar is mine is the winning hand ,


By k.frew.

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This is my new poem
I'm just testing
This is my new poem
I'm just testing

Once I leave this mortal coil
remember me as I am,
both the good and bad.
Between them they made me
who I was during my life.

Life's experiences
were so valuable.
Carving my path
teaching me peace
and contentment with life.

Read, savour and enjoy
my various poems, through them
get just a hint of who and what
I once was. For as famously said
the written word lives on.

Mourn me not for I still exist
in people's thoughts as they
turn my pages. Blessing to
all you my friends. Never
fear the end there is none.

Death is but a new beginning,
so embrace it with both arms
and step forward boldly.
Your destiny lies ahead.

This is still the law in my country
Isn't it time to end capital punishment?
How many innocent people have been killed?
Compared to the guilty, it has to be a lot more
You have crucifixion
Where you nail someone to a cross and wait for them to die
Then you have burning
Which pretty much mean lighting someone on fire
You have electrocution
A more modern form using electricity
The "humane" lethal injection
Where someone is strapped to a table and given needles of poison
Feeding people to lions in Roman times
Sawing someone in half starting at the groin upward to the head
Crushing using stones
Stepping on and crushed by elephant
Cement shoes which was feet being put into cement and thrown in water
Guillotine was a sharp blade that cut off the condemned person's head
Walking the plank where the person would drown or get eaten by sharks
Drawn and quartered where the man was ripped apart by rope attached to
each leg and arm and horses running in four opposite directions
Burying alive in a coffin
Bamboo, where the person is tied over bamboo shoots that grow a foot A day and impale them
So what is really being done here
I say it is for entertainment mostly
And some for getting revenge or so-called justice
Do we want to live in a peaceful world?
If we do, then we must end capital punishment

Embalms rank air, personal invasion fully dredged,
oblivious to virtue by low minds deeply fledged,
sanguine passions with dark deeds, paint
treacherous solicitude with contagion haunt;
forever scarred that once was beauty dressed,
with boundless innocence, the unguarded breast
conveyed to prison's harsh isolated plight,
where ruin seized childhood's verdant right.
Thus, abandoned light indulges darkness more
with compounding poverty along its stranded shore,
bonds hateful fate to dungeons drear,
and marshals' infamy, molesting what is dear.
Deeds unpalatable, malice youth's dear shinning frame,
plough right through the blushing thoughts of shame,
loathed corruption, silent vice invade
the joyous smiles of once an infants glade.
Time bequeaths unmarked wounds, scurrilous indeed,
living scars, prescribed by evils vilest creed
of immoral joy, satanic schemes had riven,
false countless comforts monstrous given,
conveyed as love, its invidious beastly tray,
foul touching torment of perversion's sway,
hangs heavy,life's guilt and laden yoke,
with weight immence, clad as an iron cloak,
whose shackled chains of injustice, lacerate
the divinity of moral truth, then debate
scriptures for self purpose to ensue
its daily theme, primal conquest to re-new,
the honeyed tongue, the cunning voice, manipulate
chilling rhetoric, a prisoned sugar bait
by minds grown lame, sordid, sad and dire,
now loitering fangs, fuels the venoms muse
make proud the sanguine air, lust's abuse
inhale, to breathe the fired fumes again,
unconcerned, unfathomable depths' intolerable pain
often yearns for the sweeter life of death,
greater far than earth's soured breath.

PART 3 to be continued