Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,493)

COME HAVE GUN IN THIS PLAYGROUND

I’m talking to you about a young white boy wandering bad neighborhoods
You never warned me about the wolves in the woods
You simply walked me to the edge and you left without a word
You didn’t tell me how to wage a war without armaments, or an army
So there I was to either wasting away or war with the weather
Storms were just something to beat
And it’s death,
To defeat
or battle back in the bleakness of horrid heat
To win over the frigid fiascoes
the rain with its virgin drops and unholy wind
And it ain’t going to do me no good to start having contrition now because I’ve sinned

You never forecasted a forest filled with fiends and fear
You stealthily took off and left me there
Alone again to find a way to find what I need most
A forest in which I had to fend for myself
And defend myself

I looked out for snakes that slither the city sidewalks hawking their wares
The ones like I with needles and need
You didn’t tutor me on how to feed myself or find shelter because money is a thing of the past
Since every vagrant penny goes in your arm
You didn’t explain how easily my physical being could meet Hell or come to harm
Walking into a trap because the man says he’s got that which I am there for
Then he puts a gun to your head the minute he closes the door
And the money that was supposed to buy you peace was no more
The woods, the forests, the darkest avenues of avid scum out to avenge something or someone

because in the woods there are a lot of hungry people
and others who can live on revenge alone for what someone else has done

And in the forest there are varied types of fruit growing on trees that tremble for my trouble
But not one tree opted to shade me from the sun or not be withered by the wind
And the birds of prey that come in pairs praying that death be mine
You never told me about the darkness with a tunnel baring no exit of any kind
For we were none so blind
You left me here with society’s victims who all wanted the same thing
A way to wage a war, a way to weather a storm, some hope and three thousand bags of dope
When you put that first needle in my arm you knew it was a scary slope and that I would conquer or fall
Yet and still you thought I knew it all
Doing what needs to be done and done for good
However here I am again, still searching for powdered peace in a bad neighborhood
© 2011.….~free cee!~

I WILL NOT DANCE BECAUSE IT’S THE SAME OLD SONG

Walk a high wire
Walk on the third rail
Walk on fire
And I’ll explain all this with one short tale

I thought for sure it wouldn’t get me
I would get it and I got it for sure
You wouldn’t recognize me if you met me
Because I’ve the wounds of a disease no one can cure

There’s about ten thousand things I’d rather do
Then to find and lose a lovely lady like you
I’d rather be caged with a tiger in the zoo
As slowly my disease progressed and grew

So here sit I on the subway steps a victim of what I sought
Never did I think this could happen to me and hurt so very many
Then by a thin tiny needle was I trapped and thusly caught
And no one would believe my story if I revealed my thoughts for a penny

If it was worth any money I’d throttle and choke a cute little rabbit
And when I see an old lady with a diamond I nab it
If a man in a wheel chair is counting his cash I just grab it
Because these are the things a diseased man does every day to sustain his dope habit

Being caught in a bear trap
Watch my brother die and I not care
Find hell with a map
But kick a habit like this I do not dare
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

FED ON SURVIVAL

Not one junkie I know has a test kit for purity
But I can tell you this much with surety
Although we should all be grateful for survival
I’d rather be declared dead on arrival

Frankly I’ve had enough of never being certain
And I begged the stagehand to bring down the curtain
An addict yearns for quality and a cloud like dream
But Then I awake in a hospital and begin to scream

I scream for the friends I’ve lost who were never revived
Shoot, I haven’t even a clue how I have survived
Every day I’m a pearl in peril on a random roulette wheel
Never knowing if I’ll O.D after I consume my last meal

So next time anyone sees me in the gutter simply leave me there
Because I can tell you this much and I’ll make it clear
I’ve never given a damn about religion or the Holy Bible
But I swear on it, please, this time let me be declared dead on arrival
© 2011 Poefree

BORN BLIND TO THE UNICURSE

Please advise me when I can open my eyes
Until then closed shall they be
I’m blinded and deafened to any lies
As angry grows the sea

I refuse to see the sadness I’ve seen
I won’t look at the ugliness mankind can’t deny
So give me a Jack with a beer back and a bit of Grenadine
As angry grows the sky

Were I to open mine eyes as of now I know what I’d see
I’d see the same waste and an eight year old kid with a gun
So why would I want to see the greedy, the needy and junkies like me?
As angry grows the sun

‘tis wrong to see what we’ve done to the earth
And now living on this planet has become a caustic curse
Our society is a monument to the death of merriment and mirth
As angry grows the universe
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

A STREET IN A BURG CALLED THE BLUES baby

DAMN, BACK ON THE STREET AGAIN!
THE DIME BAG COPPING
EGO DROPPING
DAMPENED DOPE STREET DREAMS AGAIN………….
a street in a burg called the blues BA BY
Where wicked wretched women are on the stroll~
Bopping to rock and roll
As I light upon the utterly wanton wishes of woeful whores
Where even the sages are bores
AND DESTITUTION OOZES FROM THE PORES OF US JUNKIES, JOHNS AND F****D UP FEW
AND FEW KNEW WHAT WE ALL KNEW
BECAUSE IN THE END WHAT ARE WE ALL REALLY TRYING TO DO?
We’re JUST PAYING OUR DUEs, baby
JUST PAYING OUR DUE
© 2011.…PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

HERS

The impresario’s impressive and imperialistic chalice of beauty owned it
And made no bones about it
All the documents were signed properly
Which thusly did make it her property
She used it for reasons and purposes for which it was made
Until the music might be made to fade

From the costume of her countenance did the lovely’s corsage come to fall upon the ground

As any man would swear to be the permanence finally she hath found
But she suffered not for there were men clawing and clamoring to pick it up
They were slightly built or short and some were very tall
Yes, the imperialistic aura and her glow proved she owned it all

It was her birthright
She was born with it
But never to suffer scorn for it
As her sheep were shorn of their dignity and/or pride
When the crown of luxury took every royal stride
And deemed a new subject to bid her every call
For this was a lady who truly had it all

She was the law, the layer, the jury and the judge
And men get a spark up their spine if she’d but give them a nudge
I’ve seen the pictures of her beauty which line the second floor hall
Why?
Because the preeminent pretty pretty much owns it all
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

Your life has meaning but whats the purpose
Sometimes love works sometimes it hurts
Drive around all day
With the music cranked loud
Don't really wanna hang
With the golden crowd

They say I'm inasane they say I'm hopeless
Just leave me be and I will work this
Don't drive around with me
I'm filled with rage
So tired hurt and hungry
Just get me out of this cage

Be forewarned that is my label
Like nitro glycerine I am unstable
Slam the gas pedal real hard
Before I explode
Can't remember who I am
I think I've lost control

Get outta my way I've created a madman
Push my every button I've become a sad man
You can take away my life
And just throw it away
As long as I can drive
And the music plays

Trees fly bye while my ears are ringing
I don't care I'll just keep singing
You may say that I'm lost
And totally insane
My idea of having fun
Hydroplaning in the rain

Theres nothing to live for its all pointless
Your girl leaves you says you're useless
She says she really loves you
In so many beautiful ways
You find her with your best friend
Now you've been betrayed

I'll drive right off the road and tear up the sod
Run them both right over cause there is no god
I tear up the town
As I tear them away
My crying tears keep on falling
On this pointless day

So happy that I dragged them in this way today
I'll never have to see her and feel betrayed
Come drive with me
I'm on my deathwish
I'm feeling full
Because I'm selfish

HERS

The impresario’s impressive and imperialistic chalice of beauty owned it
And made no bones about it
All the documents were signed properly
Which thusly did make it her property
She used it for reasons and purposes for which it was made
Until the music might be made to fade

From the costume of her countenance did the lovely’s corsage come to fall upon the ground

As any man would swear to be the permanence finally she hath found
But she suffered not for there were men clawing and clamoring to pick it up
They were slightly built or short and some were very tall
Yes, the imperialistic aura and her glow proved she owned it all

It was her birthright
She was born with it
But never to suffer scorn for it
As her sheep were shorn of their dignity and/or pride
When the crown of luxury took every royal stride
And deemed a new subject to bid her every call
For this was a lady who truly had it all

She was the law, the layer, the jury and the judge
And men get a spark up their spine if she’d but give them a nudge
I’ve seen the pictures of her beauty which line the second floor hall
Why?
Because the preeminent pretty pretty much owns it all
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

there was an old oak tree who spoke and gave me very good advice
he said that i'm really paying quite an exorbitant price
i forgave her when she believed she ought to rule
she forgave me, alas what a fool
each of us believing the other settled the score
so she got a good-looking boyfriend while i got a whore
she crossed the proverbial street by concrete's design
but i crossed a much more fatal line
she did that which she did because of a hormone
i did what I did fueled by dope and testosterone
it was a game of tit-for-tat with a worn out hat

her only solution was retribution
but i needed not her absolution
she thought she was smart but i was beyond brilliant
you see women get weary while men become resilient
what counts is the abiity to bounce rigt back
just to become declared and crowned the all around winner
yet the lady ain't never tasted triumph the way i did when i became a born-again sinner
there are some battles where each other declares itself the winner
ah, but the way it finally resolved itself was best for all concerned
i was riding on a cloud called yesterday aside all the things i've learned
In came a man with slicked back blue-black hair and a chisled chin
so i was there to watch seduction, sensuality and sin
and then she told the man to take a seat at the next stool
and i think they knew each other from high school

so after all, i think it's obvious who got to rule
while i always seem to bring the wrong song or a necessary tool and
finally the trouble became cruel
there are still a great many things i'd like to give to her please
or just let me tell her that she's a fool because she's leaving with a sexually transmitted disease
(c) 2011....Phreepoetree free cee!

Imagination is all I have, before my life disappear into the fog,
until nothing is left and the last ray of light is in my dreams,
I know that everything will soon be over, for the Devil pulls in its reins,
for he my soul needs to torture at the end of the time,
where are you, when you needed, my cousin?