Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,485)

Michael Dukakis
The Hindenburg
AIDS
George Bush and his son
Satan
Barack Obama
Walmart workers
Drug ads on TV
Illegal Aliens
Minimum Wage
Bullies at School
Bullies at the work place
Bullies in families
Sadat, Gandhi, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King Jr., John Kennedy
Assassinated
Drunk Drivers
Driving while texting
Overtime
Suicide
Acid Rain
Clubbing a baby seal

"Baa...baa..."
Black Sheep,
No-one Hears you,
Ugly black wool,
No-one Shears you,
Lost in Darkness,
No-one Sees you,
Lonely Black Sheep,
No-one Needs you...

Woe to thee,Liberty cries her children dies,
A time of Omen fortold not once or twice,
Fools, see Death has brought forth it's vast armies,
Bewarn the gifts of Hell has been presented.
Within the sight of the eerie moon,
Will cast the worst holocaust soon,
The choking Darkness of the night,
Thy Serpents on a midnight flight.
In the days of Miracles the prohecy fortell,
The great siege on earth from mighty hell,
Fate strike when caution is nigh,
Faith heals when compassion is high.
The time is now,
To save your soul,
Rise and face your fears,
Sing and praise,
Salvation is near.

Oh heart...why do you seek?
Doesn't heartbreak make you weak?
Remember all those tears you cried?
Just because of another heart that lied.
Those broken promises,those wasted years,
Those memories that created your fears.
And still you hope,still you seek.
Poor broken heart...aren't you weak?

Don't go there
Cries the hidden voice
Inviting lush water's edge
Hidden dangers lurk
Shortness of breath
Freezes ones sense
Express ones breath
Frozen from water's deep
Danger lurks pulls from beneath
It waits for
You and him and her
To pull you to the deep
Don't go there to cold waters deep

There was a period when I struggled with my grief,
A period of time when I couldn't find release,
A period when I denied it was over,
Then came a period when I couldn't find closure,
A period came when I didn't have a friend,
Then a dark period when I almost decided to end it,
A hanging period at the noose of a twisted rope,
A period when I finally found a way to cope,
After a period when I totally came unglued,
Before a period when I finally said "I'm through..."

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.

In darkness it exists,
In shadows in the mist,
A twisted wicked fist,
Grips an ancient evil list,
It's the devils master plan,
Armageddon is at hand,
I see the end...,
I see a time aproaching rapidly,
When all things shall cease to be,
It's a plaugue of angry rage that parades this age,
Death and devastation hanging rank in the air,
This cresting wave is caveing,
Noone's aware,
Noone's prepared,
It's like noone cares,
I see a holocaust and I'm lost,
In the horrendously awful sight,
Amid atomic flashes of white hot light,
Mushroom clouds turn day to night,
The land in ashes,
Scorched dirt,
Sorrow fills an empty earth...,
This is the path of mans own choosing,
Waging a war everyones losing,
I see man will be mans own undoing,
Here we are at the end my friends,
Here we are at Armageddon...

Standing watching
No name you should know
Hiding
"Its The End Of The World!"
You've said

Scare
Of the wind that blow
From east to the west
"It destoying everything. The Wave is so high. I cant handle it"

Man without a face
Try to runaway but
The ghost keep hunting him everywhere

Till his last breath
bloom into raflesia

He die
soon after that.



Jakarta,2017

The Demon Mistress of last night's horror,
Dreams away in sacred little fancies;
And sick the morning after to abhor,
Now that she has cast her necromancies.

The dark last night was one of restless sleep,
In the shadowland 'tween wake and slumber;
T'was dragged to sink in Morpheus' deep,
Arms there to forget and not remember.

She's a woman - (though I've not seen her face);
As floating gently, in seas quite fathomless,
I'm then roused a little by her unquiet grace;-
To be plunged into an ocean bottomless.

My life force and my energy desire;
Is taken by this ghastly Succubus,
She mounts me in my sleep - my rod of fire,
Thrusts upward, and into her nothingness.

She wants it all, to drain my energy;
The rhythm of her hips now grows more frantic,
I'm helpless to resist too young to die;
She stops me at my peak in taunting tantric.

I start awake now drenched in sweat and shaking;
I hear a she-cat shriek in piteous cry,
Mewling at the midnight moon and taking,
Weak souls to their dreadful destiny.




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