Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,485)

With anger and hostility
They will gather to view
Running their mouths off
As they all do
No talent to call on
So tear it all down
I care not
I hear not
For I'm just a clown

Twist the cap sealed airlock
Tilt the neck to six o clock
Gulp it down in counts of five
Attempting just to feel alive

Downward flows of burning rage
Escaping through the rib's old cage
Whispers to the beating heart
to shorten every beat apart

It fuels the fury up each vein
and twists the story inside the brain
to make belief it's all okay
and all your dreams are here to stay

Never mind the truth in tale
They never seem to just prevail
and all the noise that you were fed
was bottled up inside your head

Emptied up and left alone
Nothing left but what was sown
Pounding through the temple side
The truth that said it never lied...

Now is past a century or two
since I have lurked these shadows
of the many who had used to be
as present kin foreshadows.

This one marked with neither name nor rose
is where I used to cower
when I aptly chose this borough free
of any men of power.

Is this just to be another place
of processed poisons purely
pumping at a pace for picky me
to pull so prematurely?

What I've longed for is an essence that
of which now only cleanest
when a meal is at the age of three
and toxins are the leanest.

I would never waste my single chance
in days of horse and carriage
so to hide and prance around a lee
for snacks or to disparage.

Call it what you will and what I am
you reader of a brutal
lot of skew and scam with history
that makes your living futile.

Food is what I crave as you are well
aware and comfy knowing
that you found it swell you'll never see
my coming nor my going.

Like you, I change with the season...
like a shape-shifter...we seem to always alter our appearances
to fit the model...the design....
but unlike you,
I morph into a multitude of sentiments...
until only a mirage of my former self remains.

...now i am a stranger to you,
and even to myself.
...i close my eyes and wishfor the Spring to come.


gregory

They paint these walls to hide my pen
But the s@#$house poet strikes again

Beware of limbo dancers

If you ever feel powerless,
Just remember that a single one of your p@#$% hairs
Can shut down an entire resturant

Push button
Receive bacon

Please
No
Baptising

Dance like no one is watching
Poop like no one is here

Things I hate:
1. Vandalism
2. Lists
3. Irony
4. Lists
5. Irony
6. Inconsistency

The minister of majic

I love your crocs

I would not pee here again

(With mirror missing) Just assume you look like s@#$

Do you idealize the past?
Or see it as broken?
Why?
Dude, I'm just trying to take a s@#$

Since writing on bathroom stalls is done neither for wealth
Or critical acclaim
It's the purest form of art
Discuss

If we are all together
Then who is "they"
When they are us?

Long that does last in the late winter’s night
Out on the seas where the stormy wind blows
Desperate are eyes the rigging stays tight
A look of fear in each hands face were froze

Jumping from the surf was a spawny sprite
Flying up around through the sails she shows
Many a sailors how her hands will smite
And succumb to her panic in their throes

Sultry voices moan in monstrous delight
How each of all the souls lost at sea knows
Will the heavy chains of death be their plight
Dragging them down as deep as the sea goes


For last but bravery clings to survive
Begging only fate will ever surmise


(c) Yankee4you 2018

I watch
wintering geese
Lay restless
in an empty field
Each one
taking part in the story
Each eye
Cast around in warning
Bigger than themselves
Getting lost together
in that cloud forest
When warm springs
Greet a rising sun
Turning my face
towards its warmth
Turning my lips into
a saponaceous smile
Almost ashamed
of my ape ancestry
They glance around
I glance gluttonously
straight ahead
Watching them
Every move
much aware of
My predaceous eyes

(c) Yankee4you 2018

My friend showed some bedbugs he had in a sealed container
I've seen cockroaches, but these little monsters filled me with dread
Not that cockroaches don't fill me with dread
But this was on another level
Bedbugs were hitching rides on his clothes either from hotel rooms
Or from work where he sleeps on couches
Either way once a few get into your house
They can multiply from a few to around five hundred in a year
By the time you realize you have a problem it is too late
The only real way to get rid of them
Is to heat the inside of your home to around 160 degrees farenheit
This costs around five thousand dollars
I've never had bedbugs
I hope I never will!

Growing up in this world is tough
But doing what Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris did isn't the answer
Neither is what Nicholas Cruz did
Now you get your so called revenge
And you are either dead or in jail the rest of your life
How is that a good end for you?
You know what the best revenge is?
To live your life
To find a way to bring happiness to this world
To look these bullies in the face and laugh at them
Because in reality they are clowns
Just remember that just be a good person
This is hard
I know
I've been there
But you still should try
Because it is worth it
Live your life on your terms
And enjoy all that is out there
You just have to look around once in awhile
And get away from yourself
Like I said the best revenge is staying alive
And finding a way to bring light to this world