Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,493)

IMMACULATE SIN

Darling don’t you find it odd
No matter if rain falls softly or hard
Somehow your house stands on dry sod
And your home requires no lightening rod
Because it never rains in your back yard

The rain could pour on the east to the west
While robins wait for rainbows and the sun to dry their nest
By the god of rain your abode must be both betrothed and blessed
For your land stands dry while we survey the rest
Perhaps it never rains in your yard because you’re Mother Nature’s greatest guest

I am always there to see the rain begin
You with your roof of armor and tin
The rain on other people’s rooftops make quite a din
And I wonder if rain is repelled by one who suffers no sin
As you grace me with your dimpled grin

No one at all knows how you do what you do
So the amount of believers are really quite few
I would like a logical answer I believe I am due
Why is there constantly a pink and blue sky above you?
And she said “it’s due to the immaculate way in which I love you”
© 2011.…Phreepoetree

ANYBODY GOT ME A COT?

So here’s the problem as I see the situation
No one ever looks around too well
Survey the area and it will lead to information
Then follow me, because I found the map to Hell

I mean if you ask me that’s where everyone is bound
Name me one person you know who never sins
So I searched up, down, on the landscape and the ground
Now follow me because this is where the madness begins

It begins and ends with fire, heat and unbearable screams
And I’m telling you to get ready for the fire
But remember, prepare yourself for damnable dreams
Because Hell is reserved for every sinner, sucker and liar

In Hell ain’t nobody got no cot, no hammock nor bed
And I tell you to look around at every man, woman and child
Keep the fact that you’re going to Hell firmly planted in your head
Because hell is the price one pays for the planet we earthlings defiled
© 2011.…~free cee!~ Phreepoetree
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TALL FALL DOWN

Therein my sight mine eyes espied a structure tall and strong
I thought of the men who balance on beams as if tip toeing along a tight rope
Each effort is a ballet and everyone is where they belong
To erect from a miniature building a tower constructed by a grandiose type of hope

The architect had planned for any eventuality
Might wind be mighty and hit on high
In his mind’s eye he considered every conceivable contingency
And he grew more confident as every long day passed by

The steel,, the sweat, the fortitude of men devoted to what they do
And each night they kiss the kids and say “daddy worked real hard today”
Each wanted to instill in them a dedicated work ethic all would know was true
As that building grew higher, stronger and more impressive in every way

Derricks, front loaders, tractors and training
All to oversee the madness of a town
A construction made by the brave after struggling and straining
Until some deluded decuple of Allah straps on a bomb and brings the structure down
© 2011.….~free cee!~ freepoetry

DID WILL, BILL AND GIL GET THEIR PILL?

I got this great idea to invent a pill
Make it so men can get pregnant as well
Dudes walking around in camouflage
Get a huge belly and know pregnancy is an un-earthly hell

This pill will be mandated and mandatory to ingest
Let’s let men do what women have been doing since Eve
Let the future climb out of Walter’s womb
With little baskets to make and baby blankets to weave

So mommy is in one hospital room and daddy’s in another
And our peaceful home will be noisy for quite a while
One kid from her and the other one from him
And the dad wonders how his wife can summon a smile

Don’t all of you get it, there’s been a problem for years?
And we should have monitored each and every birth
Because all we’ve accomplished is a problem made worse
And doesn’t everyone understand we are over-populating the earth?
© 2011.….~free cee!~ FREEPOETRY

HEY DOC, YOUR DAUGHTER MAKES ME HARD AS A ROCK

“Now relax while I show you some pictures and tell me what you see
I don’t want you to hypothesize, analyze or criticize
forget about the couch and of course forget about me
Just stare at what I show you and describe what you see with your own two eyes”

Now in this first one describe what you decipher please
Simply stare straight ahead at what I show you
“okay doc, I see your wife with the mailman and she’s on her knees
And he’s telling her, in explicit terms, what he wants her to do

by the way doc, is that a picture of your daughter over there?
“well I usually don’t answer my patients queries but yes that’s my lovely young Bess”
Now let’s get back to the Raushack and what you see while making yourself quite clear”
Okay doc, I see me and your lovely Bess as she’s sensuously and hurriedly removing her dress

“and in this picture tell me what you imagine and observe”
Well, I see your mother telling your father to f**k her from behind
“Now let me tell you something mister because you’ve really got a lot of nerve”
Hey, I’m just telling you what I conjured up within my mind

“Okay then, now this is the last picture and thankfully we’re done
Done for the today when your hour ceases to be”
Okay, I see me forcing open your mouth and insert a forty-five caliber gun
So tell me Doctor, surely there can’t be anything wrong with me
© 2011.….:Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

they can't get in I cant get out. I am safe for now. My heart is closed off from pain. pain of hearing that I don't make the cut. Pain from losing what I once loved.The reality is that I was there to much. your freedom was gone. Or that's what you though. Freedom to peek, freedome to sneek. Like I was invisable. Just the maid. Cook the food
clean the house
make you happy everyday
What about me? Where did I fit in.
Oh I see there wasn't suppose to be me. just you. So I stepped up to the plate again and took it like a good girl would. remember its not about me its you. All the fun with the kids. the fun on vacations. the fun that we planned or you
The memories of times that were good times like a family. I guess those weren't real? Wow my life wasn't real. I wasted 19 years thinking I was human? No I guess only you are. Right? So why not try to make this easier. You hate me and I still care. So why don't you just let me die already and get it overwith. the torture is not worth the pain. Go back to her. She won't be half as good as I was. She is a skank and you know it. So keep her. have fun She is the one who was never,is not, and will never be real. You chose her keep her, you deserve her.

I AM WILLING TO BET THAT THE POPE KNOWS HOW TO COPE
SANS USING DOPE

The truth is I can no longer cope
And no one will throw me a rope
Nor will they give me a modicum of hope
And they know I don’t believe in saints, angels or the Pope

Ain’t no saint going to come and pluck me from desperation
And that mythical spirit would know that I’m soaked in perspiration
If there are no angels then can Heaven be real?
Because if it is, and it’s nice, I’m willing to negotiate and/or deal

Ain’t no savior going to bring me to Mt. Zion to pray
No one is going to arrive and save the day
If I am forced to I will find a way to do what needs to be done
And for sure is it hasn’t been easy for my father to have me as a son

In order to sum things up without being verbose but succinct
I need a couple of years to rest, relax and think\
Alas too soon I’ll be running to a needle and dope
And I’m not asking to be Pope I simply need the means to cope
© 2001.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

melancholy baby

ON SPIRITS, SAINTS AND SPITTOONS

If you want to love me but find yourself unable
If that is buried deep within you about me
First of all don’t put a setting for me at the table
And for Christ’s sake, just take back the key

This whole palace is your’s and your’s alone
Bedrooms with pink sheets AND a comforter to match
And when I’m gone and you know it’s me don’t pick up the phone
Lock the windows, lock the door, and double check the latch

I see love in your eyes but surrender in your voice
It seems you’ve succumbed to a wish you hold in your heart
I must admit, knowing myself as I do you are given very little choice
Just make certain to do all the things you need to whenever I depart

I’m a spirit of spittoons and a Saint of outhouses and such
While you’ve two cars, one you don’t drive, and are oh so very rich
I remember the first time you said ‘I need your gentle touch’
But now I can opine that you’re father’s a coward and probably bends over for the b*tch
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

THE THIRD WORLD WEEPS FIRST
The other day I was perplexed so I pondered and reckoned
It occurred to me that the Third World always comes second
The other night I came to the conclusion that what’s really the worst
Is that the Industrial Nations always come first

Hey, it’s more important for Mr. Important to get his T-Bone steak
Then to look at youthful skin and bones that cause my heart to break
I hear all the pleas for donations from various organizations
But why would anyone collect money for what they deem irrelevant nations?

We’ve got our own problems here to reflect and repair
So forget those hungry mothers whose breasts have no milk to share
Simply make sure Mr. Important is comfy with Tammy his assistant bent over a plush leather chair
And Mrs. Important knows about Tammy and approves as long as she gets gems she deems rare

Well fair it ain’t and I can tell you why in ways by the score
Because no matter how our economic stimulus is all Americans want is more
More of what Mr. Moore has more of him, then him and one lovely daughter
But does anyone realize that billions of people on this planet are drinking stagnant and parasitic water?***

So this may only be conjecture but I heard some gentleman saying something
Something about he bought his wife a flawless six carat diamond ring
S**t, sell that ring and feed……. House…… and clothes billions of people and let them praise the rich
Or instead purchase a new Ferrari, Lamborghini or Excalibur for your dyed platinum blonde b***h
©2011.…..Phreepoetree
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I"m in my on zone
came from a broken home
house full of hustlers
addicted to the provolone
harsh city crooked economy
people hate so much
they"ll try and snuff out the nominee

by:CRIZZO CITY ent.
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