Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,492)

He was prone to tolerance...
and yet steeped in bias.

He searched love...
and when it found him,
he ran like a coward from the field.

He loved life...
and yet, never really lived.

He dabbled in music, prose
and poetry...
Yet struggled to understand the
obvious.

Here he lies...
Under the fallen leaves ....
and a ton of dirt.

Gregory

So tell me Dear, I want to know
Your love it seems like it is cooling
When round I come to visit you
Your doors and windows tightly shuttered

I bang and yell, I call you so loudly
But he only thing that comes from your house
‘Go away, Angela she don’t live here’
This voice, it sounds so much like you do

But tell me Dear, could I be sadly mistaken
I thought I saw you just go in this door
It was only a couple of minutes previous
You rushed right in and the door banged so loudly

So tell me Dear, I really need to know
Is our love like the tide receding?
For six months now I’ve followed you
To work, shopping and even to the doctors

Every time you catch a glimpse of me
Like the Flash, you seem to be disappearing
I’ve had the police come hassle me
The bastards call me a stalker

They don’t know, they don’t understand
This special love, this exciting bond
So pure, the ground you walk on I worship
There is no way you would call it stalking

Tell me right now Dear, I must have your answer
Your love will you to me surrender
For if your love has faded away
Then no other man shall have you

In the dark alleys and byways
There they hunt at night
Not werewolves or vampires
But monsters like you and I

By appearance they seem so sane
Just like anyone you’d meet
But when you look into their eyes
It’s all dead, cold and empty

So these ones hunt at night
No one is safe near them
But then come cold light of day
They look like you and me

Oh well it's time to go life's lessons about to show,
Well will we see what's left of me,
Body gone i felt my final torn,
One thing I will not hide is my secret hidden guide,
A guide of life a guide of death, I knew this was my final breath,
Will you reveal to me if I am not part of a tree,
Can you look into the past and reveal what will never last,
Only one can say this is your fate but I come back with my last rebate.....
I AM GOD.....

In a gaze or a sleep,
a piece of me you always keep.
When it comes to you I'm weak.
Trapped in an existence so bleak.
Could you listen to a plea when this weary heart speak?
Place one last kiss on my cheek.
Because i'm wrecked.
No more can be stretched.
Its time to put down your pet.
Do it fast before a second guess cause regret.
They'll sow me up with thread,
after you push me off that ledge.

You're dead to me.
and it brings a smile to my
Evil side
Can't watch you breathe
No Breath will ever enter your chest
Again
Even though to me it means every thing to see
Your corpse start to
Rot away
Before my eyes
I can't look away
From this beautiful site

So sad to say.
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for you
So sad to say
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for you.

I wish the worst
Possible way to make your heart just burst
Inside your chest
Inside the empty place that's now
A cavity
Bring it all to me
Bring back the life from your buried smile
Even though to me it means every thing
Just to watch you die

So sad to say
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for you
So sad to say
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for tot

You're dead to me
You're dead to me
You're dead to me
You're dead to me

So sad to say
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for you
So sad to say
So sad to think these evil things of you
Every bit of this is all for you

Lightening flashing ominously in the Window,
Trees swaying violently in the rain and wind,
I hear a knocking at my heart's door, as memories from the past start flooding in.

I think of all the people that have come and gone in my life,
And I remember all of my scars ~ all of the scars I had forgotten,
They burn once more with fury,
The pain is unbearable,....I don't know how much longer I can last.

Why had everything happened as it did,....so unfortunately,
Everyone that had meant anything to me had been pushed away,
Either by myself, or by circumstances uncontrolled,
Maybe my unhappiness, this darkness inside me had done it.

This dakness that stands knocking at my hearts door,....nock,....nock,....nock, it pounds, waiting for me to let it in,
Robed in Black, it's skullen form whispers into my ear, and beckens me to come fourth.

It's time, it says: "It's time to go."

What have I done??
Why must I pay
for things that
I've not done-no way!
This avalanche of
weighted doom
has locked me in
a small black room.
There are no handles,
doors, or holes-
prolonged detention's
warped my soul.
The jackpot of ill fortune
came
and on the side
it had my name.
The ashes of
the fire left
me burned
and totally bereft.

A little light still
shines inside
after misery's
evil ride.
Do not go out
my sovereign star,
for what I am is
what you are.

A haunting melody drifts through the dark,
Tugging and pulling at strings in my heart,
As I swing and sway the music abounds,
I see the light but move towards the sound,
Slowly as they lower me into the ground,
I'm going to a better place now,
In the empty black is a beautiful song,
Singing of all the things I've done wrong,
Showing what I'll leave behind,
A sad pathetic twisted life,
A horrid world of broken lies,
Now it's not so cold inside,
In a firey room warm and soothing,
This is the doom of my own choosing,
I go to meet my ultimate end,
Come and dance with my friends...

Let not the shadows of shame write my name.

Let not my lack of effort be the chains

that bind me in my pains.

Yet who among me will deny that is what

exactly I have arranged.

I have nothing now, No God, no love, no life,

no friend my heart cannot mend.

Many will say get up and walk thou sluggard!!

No time to waste, tis time to make haste to build again.

Life and love will not wait for those who

sit idle hoping for the sun to shine upon a darkened soul.

Yes, truly I have dug my own hole

I have made it the comfort zone for my weary bones.

I have surrendered to an evil I have come to

embrace and always known.

I have betrayed many but mostly myself

Those who reached out to me are gone and have just

faded away into the mist of forgetfulness.

Yea, truly the God who introduced himself to me

the night of my doubts and fears who sent his angels

to rescue me from my hopeless state

has now sealed my fate.

I have become lazy and complacent angry and sad

My emotional health is equally bad.

There is however, something I see in common with others

though my story is my own, I hear similar cries among

my sisters and brothers.

Some subtle and unique others loud with tears

on their cheeks.

Yet, who am I to help when so many seem to be selective

of the hand who reaches to feed them?

Am I equally shallow? To consider a maiden with much on her

plate looked unto me and considered my fate.

She offered all she had within her capacity I returned of

her kindness with audacity, criticism and ungratefulness.

I hope one day when it matters most when someone new

ever comes my way and offers me their hand I hope to be

brave enough to extend mine without biting theirs or

offering sand.

All my days I have taken for granted those who helped me on

my path and in return over my selfish, foolish pride

offered my wrath. I have used diplomacy and manipulation to a

science. I have allowed others do the same to me now I am

trusting in no one nor believing always discerning truth.

What I do know that many have tried to tell me is my way of

doing things has led me to poverty. So tell me what is the

better way?