Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,485)

In the meantime, I got lost in this
maze of mist, fog, and frogs
I can't imagine myself, not knowing
the features, specs, nor the support
I guess, not worthy, not being storage
Without my memory intact? Therefore!

when I am free the dark well move into light and set my wings for final flight, maybe in the day but probably in the night, when I am free I well let go of all the past, when I am free there be no fear my sprit well soar across the sky I well need not worry or wonder why, the holy land i well arrive when I am am free my ashes blow in to the wind need not to lose or have to win when I am free there well be no more misery or tragedy striped from the blood that hold my skin, broken bones from within never have to be here again, when I am free no more running from the pain no one left for me to blame, no more ringing of the bell sleeping clocks stop no more no more when I am free.

In the stillness of my decay
What is left of yesterday
Things that won’t fade away
The last of those sunny days
Turning slowly into grey

In the night of my loneliness
Moonlight shares a sweet caress
Once was life is emptiness
The nest in the meadow cress
Empty now and in distress

In the gloom of a dreary day
In the drench of soaking spray
Puddles my thoughts in clay
The lake that surrounds the quay
Solemn I am its tranquil bay

In the silence of the past
A question I could have asked
A memory that also passed
But one I still holdfast
One that will always last

In the stillness of my decay
What is left of yesterday
Things that won’t fade away
The last of those sunny days
Turning slowly into grey

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

~ Tis Halloween Eve ~

Beware the Ghosts & Demons that crave your soul
on Halloween’s Eve ~

They seek you - they slither - they crawl

The Ghosts & Goblins swarm to have you for their feast & delight as the midnight clocks strikes your undoing!

Be forewarned the spirits of the dead, burned witches of the past crying out in the night sending spine tingling pains through out your body, rendering it raw to the touch!

Tis a scary sight indeed as a Two Headed ghoul
swallows a live screaming toad that it has in it’s clutches!

It’s enjoys unquenchable delight as he feels the toad
wiggle and slither down it’s gullet ~

Beware ~ The ghoul wants you next ~

Thy doorbell is ringing, here comes the bedeviled children drawn by the ominous glow of your door’s
Jack-o‘-lantern ~

They are not the normal children clutching at
your sugar candy & gifts of apple ducking in
a galvanized pail ~

They are the children from
the cemetery of the sinister side ~
Seeking your soul to toss it into the dark pit
of eternity ~

Poet JimEee

Campbells and winchesters,
Dean,sam and John,
Together they are the Hunters,
Of the unknown Supernaturals.



They summoned,shoot.stakes and burnt,
Their preys of lore and legend,
Vampires,shapeshifters,zombies and demons,
You name them and they fought with them.



Castiel is their guardian Angel,
Against the yellow eyed demon Azazel,
Chosen a human with demon's blood,
To open up the Hell's gate.



Then there is Lilith the white,
Daughter to the father of lies,
Who wants to break 66 seals,
To free Supreme Lucifer from Hell.



There's two ways to kill a fallen,
One of their own ancient dagger,
Another is a Colt demon killing gun,
Which leaves more monster trails for the hunt.

Now who the hell you are
PUBLIC ?!?

Neither you are my FRIEND
Nor you are my TREND

Neither you reply to my MAIL
Nor you accept you are FAIL(ed)

You still talk on ME
You still staying like a TREE

You are good through your LENS
but
This is diabolical murder of my SENSe


[ am so weired(advuta) i dont need you lunermaug who talks in their own circle with two eyes only !!!]

What is that sound beneath my bed
Or is it something that’s in my head

The sound of claws upon the wall
Footsteps that echo down the hall

The scuttling sound upon the floor
The persistent banging on the door

A silent scream that’s barely heard
At edge of vision through tears blurred

All around there’s a slithering sound
Hard as you might, nothing to be found

The terror rises, you want to scream
You know what’s happening is not a dream

Take heed, take heed, best run so fast
To stay here, not long will you last

I believe the silence is here
All around it’s deafening
From corner of eye I see them move
Yet in full sight they vanish

In the walls they scurry round
They rule as if their kingdom
I’m sure that natives they are not
From beyond the stars they travelled

Doesn’t matter who I tell
They laugh and point their fingers
Now and then, no rhyme or reason
A mangled corpse is found

The corpse that’s left is in such a state
Surely no human could do it
The skin removed, every last inch
And all the organs missing

On the face, what’s left of it
The eyes, they stare accusing
How could this happen? Seem to say
And mouth formed in a scream

So once again I say to you
That the silence I believe is here
Believe or don’t, it matters not
For you might be the next

Always trouble ahead,
So much trouble behind,
If I can't discover,
A way to hover,
Over this darkened cover,
I think I'll lose my mind,

In my home there's a room,
Shut in like a tomb,
And so disguise the lies,
Muffle my anguished cries,
That are so Horribly Unkind,

The glittering sparkles on a distant shore,
A ship set adrift forevermore,
Draws me falsely to delusionary hope,
I will no, not ever,
Find a way to cope,

Disguising the lying,
Muffle anguished crying,
Listen to my mournful sighing,

Sparkling glitter,
On a distant shore,
I am dying,
I have lost my
mind,
So Horribly,
Unkind