Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,492)

I spoke these words with everglay
Whilst trolling all around me
Twas not what I expect everyday
So leave thyself and let me be

Through forest, glen and dale
The warbles sing their song
And on the wind we shall set sail
Come midnight bell will sound the gong

Then we know the time has come
Journey's end is very near
From ones that gather, some are dumb
Those are the ones we need to fear

Slowly they rot into the ground
Renewing starts the cycle
There they stay below the mound
Till called by Archangel Michael

i weeped ageless
in the night street

grabbed by branches
bare winter's feast

ice stiff birches
exploded upwardly

My mind, it races at full rpm
To write to a thought, no beginning no end
It all gets deleted, written words I can"t flow
Heads not on task to the thought that I know.

My mind starts to plunder
Where it can't get a grip
The feeling is raw
The paper has zip!

Like the surface is scratched
Of a bottomless pit
Try as I may
Not a word, cannot Fit.

Like I'm stuck in a box
That has six panes of glass
On the other side sits
My poetic self fix.

I swim through the air
As I try to break free
To render my thought's
To write, write like me.

But I'm stuck in a box of six panes a glass
Where the think that I thought
Of the thought that I knew.
Needs to script onto paper for me and for you~




~Bentlee~

OPPOSITES DETRACT

Our lifestyles are miles apart
So why would I want your heart?
We don’t think at all the same
I liked you so much but your refusal ‘tis such a shame

Can you imagine both of us feeling the same?
I can tell you about portraits with not one frame
Yet you are over there, stuffed away where you want to be
And there is no contentedness for a special soul like me

It began so nicely, easily, as if it was fate’s demand
Now I can’t even imagine holding your hand
You said something nice which I thought was true
But as it turns out you are bias to red and I to blue

I can understand that you don’t understand
There have been many families from which I was banned
I may be difficult to put up with I can see
But I don’t dig it when women use or lie to me

Okay it may not have been a lie per se
Call it what you want, call it what you may
Sweetness turned sour because you think like a child
And baby, you’re too staid and I was born to be wild
© 2011.…. Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

A BILLION WAYS TO SAY THREE LITTLE WORDS


There must be so many ways to say the same exact thing
Like, take this offering I was commanded to deliver unto you from the Spring
And in the summer I shall say “take these my sweet”
As daisies rise from the ground to bless the finesse of your feet

There must be thousands of adjectives and numerous nouns
More words than there are tidy and tiny towns
Now let me say this in a different way to you
you will never find words birthed anew
You will seek yet never find a new way of what to say
When it’s so loudly defined by a willingness to pay
Are you bold enough to promise vows that you will one day keep?
Or will they, such as a corpse, be buried six feet deep?

How shall I react when she says three words so small yet so sacrosanct to me

Will her lips form each syllable clearly so that I might understand and let it be?
Well where is she already with her supposed proposal billions before have done and said?
Instead of my beloved the minister meandered closer and whispered the three wrong words, “your fiancé’s dead”
© 2011.….free cee!~

Love for rent, temporary not free
Rent this love for a large fee
Money from your pocket I will take
Real love I give never fake
Conditions are strict but few
Fact is there is just two
First this love is always mobile
To hope for a stay is futile
Secondly it never says no to cash
But really is your heart it wants to crash

Standing here in front of you, you’ve already made your assumption,
That this white boy talking is going to spit about some dumb shit.
You observe my posture and follow my words,
Debating with yourself whether I’m a geek or nerd.
You give me five more seconds and then start to sway,
Content with your vision of who I am here standing today.
Yet there’s more to me that has yet to be uncovered,
Like the fact that I have many siblings, I’m one of five brothers.
Add two more sisters and your image starts to switch,
Like a trigger on a pistol, your hand starts to twitch.
Your attention is focused waiting on my next revelation,
Hoping that I will reveal some personal information.
But the truth is I cannot sum myself in this short time,
The best I can do is leave you with your image refined.
I’m a hopeless romantic who believes love is for simpler minds.
Still I search the world hoping for that one lucky find.
I bar hop on weekends, go to my frat parties wearing toga's,
but still manage to find time to meditate and do yoga.
I'm awkward, pessimistic, and sometimes arrogant,
but when my shining moment comes you better believe I can handle it.
I have a small dog with the heart of a lion,
everlasting friends and a map to Zion.
But none of this matters when I think of myself,
My essence can not be recorded and stored on a shelf.
To try and define me would take more than a dictionary,
You can google me but my thoughts aren't binary.
Instead you can meet me, maybe chill and smoke some weed,
Allow me to introduce myself and plant a seed.
I know I got baggage, a dumpster full of debris,
but at least you'll leave my company knowing that you don't know me.

Bringer of peace
Harbinger of evil
Two sides one coin

HEAVEN’S HOARDS

All I believe is in Heaven there must be quite a crowd
All the earthly beings who refused to harm or sin
There are the heroes, the risk takers and the proud
Heaven probably already let fourteen trillion people

The line to get in must be universally long
And that’s only for the pious ones
The ones taken off the line are the ones never did wrong
Heaven is filled with souls who never used fist a rifle or guns

It’s taking people like days and days to finally enter
Unknowingly the line turned into a circle in shape
There was a circle and only 1200 fools who stood in the center
And on the floor there’s a sign that reads “do not go past this tape”

Man, I know the galaxy is giant and could be expanding every day
But that’s how big Heaven must be to cater to every resident
Then there’s the opposite where lakes are on fire and the ones who never stopped to pray
That place is called Hell and upon my arrival I will soon be voted president
© 2011.…..Phreepoetry ~free cee!~

Your so useless thats what I'm told
Betrayed for someone now I'm so cold
Choking on my blood is this real or a nightmare
Living everyday like your inside a deadman
Choking on my words in total despair

How does it feel to live like a deadman
You lie awake at night and can never sleep
She's stolen all your dreams
And you're left here to weep

Go and tear my heart out
Who cares I'm already dead
The writings on the wall
Theres nothing left to be said

Your so useless keep on choking
Betrayal a sin and I'm not joking
Go and pull the chair out from under my feet
See me hang in front of you
Until you hear my last heartbeat

Gasping for air the last sounds of a deadman
Blood spilled all over
Dirt turns from brown into red sand
Choking in my sorrow doesn't end this nightmare
My heart sits in her palm
She will squeeze as I stare

Slowly fading away as I'm being betrayed
One more squeeze will do it
I'm not feeling afraid
My blood is on your hands
And there it will stay
You can try and wash it off
But it wont go away

Choking on your panic you can't wish me away
I'll be with you for eternity
Would you like to come out and play
Revenge is a word but I got news for you
Its my turn to squeeze the f--kin life
Right out of you!