Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,492)

I look into my Mother's eyes and I see reflected

A young child, a gifted child. Someone who

Deserves the best that life can give.

I look into my Father's eyes and I see reflected

A wealthy child, a paycheck, a dollar sign.

The ticket to comfy retirement living.

I look into my Brother's eyes and I see reflected

A tainted child; an angry child filled with beauty,

Lust, and sorrow.

I look into my Sister's eyes and I see reflected

A young woman with hopes for a better future

And freedom to escape the troubles of living.

I look into my Friend's eyes and I see reflected

A needy child wanting peace and comfort;

A strong child weighed down with others burdens;

A hungry child starved for security and an ending.

I look into My eyes and I see reflected

Nothing. I am empty. I am a shell of my former self;

A chameleon willing to blend in and be

What others want me to be.

I then look into God's eyes and I see reflected

A broken child, a whole child? Someone to be

Loved and cherished. A pure child, a happy child.

One who has found their place in the world.

Through the eyes of many I have watched

Me; not as I should or could be,

But as they saw me: a loving child, an angry child,

A caring child, and an empty child.

I have seen everlasting hope and sorrow filled tears.

I have seen my past, my present, and

My future in their eyes, but it is

My eyes that dictate where my reality lies.

Give me back!
My poetry words,
You are so bad!
To steal my feelings,
I am so sad!
To see this happening,
I am so scared!
Of another dealing.

All hands on deck!
The captain is coming,
Skipper men the ropes!
A sea storm is brewing,
1st mate hard to port!
The winds are changing,
Scumbags say your prayers!
Set a course through the non living.

Life where is the
meaning?
Where is my existence?
Where do i belong?
Where is my place
in the circle of life?
Where shall i find it
and when?
For older i am now
how long must i wait?
Do i figure it out
as death bring me to
her bedside?
How then can i pass
it on to others?
I guess that is why
it is still a secret.

I can not believe
all that i have
been through and
yet no weight has
been lifted yet.
GASP
GRAB
I guess this is
my life for there
is no more for me.
I gasp for my last
breathe as i reach
for your hand but
mine goes limp
and my time on earth
is done.
I bid you a farewell
and say hello to my
father in heaven.
For my time on earth
is done and i have
ran my course.

The extended wait for it all,

The million mile deep dark hole only seems to get deeper as I fall.

What am I waiting for, I'm crushed agaisnt this door.

Seems like I'm on the 13th floor.

Anger takes a hold greater then any love,

...with so many paths to choose I try to please the one above.

Night falls thoughts rush in for evaluation,

day enters now I have horrible concentration.

Lending an extra ear and advice,

when I can bearly shine my own light in this moment in life.

For each day passes all I have is me people will leave,

keep your peace of mind, don't let the small cuts leave you to bleed

I regret the time I met him,
that fateful autumn day.
I now wish I could have rid him,
But I do not know a way.
He stood upon my doorstep,
he was freezing to the core.
He stepped in from my doorstep,
and I could tell he was poor.
I sat down at my table,
and asked him if he would sit.
He sat down at my table,
so he could warm up a bit.
I then took him to my study,
he asked if I'd like some lore.
I said, "This is my study,
and stories are what it's for."
He sat in my old rocker,
as I sat in my desk chair.
He rocked in my old rocker,
telling tales here and there.
We sat in that old study,
as he told me many tales.
He told me of his study,
of a boat with many sails.
It came time to retire,
I had to go to my bed.
I asked if he'd retire,
for a place to rest his head.
I then went to my chambers,
to get some peaceful slumber.
But as I lay in my chambers,
I only saw a number.
When I woke in the morning,
I asked about the digit.
But all he did all morning,
is sit and fuss and fidget.
It wasn't til that night,
that he told me what it meant.
He almost took half the night,
explaining a divine rent.
He said you do not pay it,
until it's your time to go.
And if you do not pay it,
to hell is where you'll go.
I'd thought he was mistaken,
so the number, I ignored.
I'd known he was mistaken,
you don't need rent for the Lord.
As I lay in my chambers,
I knew the stranger had lied.
As I lay in my chambers,
That next autumn night, I died.
My soul died and went to hell,
I didn't heed the warning sent.
Now I sit here in hell,
just because of unpaid rent.

beLIEve

I sit and listen to the quite inside laughter,

for one truly thinks that their schemes are of masters;

truly the truth exposing eye finds reality.

It is true that once found it pulls at you like gravity,

never letting go, once the truth is exposed,

for truly you know- what's needed to be known;

call it bad, call it good, but now the pictures full grown....

Standing on its own--on a empty stage all alone

in front of an entire congregation,

that points and laughs with hearts of devastation;

violently they sit waiting...........

.....for the moment to take off racing!

Wishing for a crash that will bring revenge!

Not hoping to offend, just hoping for an end,

for when lead on; a massacre becomes aquanted

that is when their existence is truly painted.

Is it black is it white...Is it yellow cream or green...Why is love never what it seems...Isit orange pink or blue....Why do we lie and still say i love you......Is it amber brown or red...Why cant i get you out of my head...Is it taupe purple or grey...Why do i die a little every day....Why oh why cant every thing be black and white...Do we colour our lies to make our wrong right...Why do we argue day and night...And know two wrongs do not make a right.....So our rainbow of coloured lies and life...Soon destroy a husband and wife...And there rage is coloured red...The love they had is now black and dead...........jw

In the dark of the night I awake wishing for a man so true. But thus it is not so for I give my heart and thus gets broken. Oh will thy man come to save me from my lonely heart. But this is the night of thine own heart.

loyalty comes from deep within ones own individuality and may be said to be formed from a pure red heart as a wise man once said,
fiendship is now made though before time it had been said one most earn it through his honesty and characteristics,
trust in past has been proven by loyalty `n` honesty some say by love but yet its earned today by cheating and lies and failure in faith,
best friends now aquaintance once believed in you but instead took you `n` partner both for a great long ride now your friend is within another,
children`s cry`s made from laws laws long forgotten completed with change to hurt the young of today and destroy mankind`s ways,
leaves suddenly fall from the darkness of ones heart a darkness caused by such pain as supplied by friendship and law`s long forgotten,
the devils rule has taken control how how how do i break free as money is no issue for its only the lost leaves from that tree that tree other their,
trees blow with the stronghold of winds within the valleys gulleys ,
their leaves of green give an illusion of what money is said to have been it comes n it goes,
but the fight to have your family close by goes on it never leafs but is like the trunk and hold its ground,
rotten from age it begins to crack and suddenly wham its laid to rest damn i would be glad to see my grand kids grow ,
so here i am yer baskets go go fruit emselfs as my heart is of purity and shining red,
and by all means I AM HERE TO STAY SO SUCK IT UP YER DIRTY SOCK
socks look like your demon horns so SUCK IT UP!!!!!