Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,492)

Four brown geese flying low,
Autumn chill and wing tip flow.

Visions of freedom
Ring through my head,

So close to walking
Away from the dead.

Yearning for love
And a breath of fresh air.

Away from the steel
With nary a care.

With the buzzing of gates
My heart doth pound.

The prison
My prison, is no longer a sound.

A sound within the mind of the dead
I will finally sleep in a warm sheltered bed.s

I feel the Earth
Is the violin.
The sea is the bow.
With the pulling of the
Waves is the pulling of
The bow. One last pull
Of my waves like my
Life before the strings
Break and the wood
Of the violin is burned
To ashes.

The Stone.
It is not the stone that breaks down
But myself…and my mind…that wraps…around…the stone.
My perceptions of the real.
And the unreal.
Dorothy dances on the ceiling,
And my mind is numb.
My mind. A rock?
Mayhaps. A Mishap
It sits topsy-turvy.
My eyes roll to look within.
To see the cats hanging from peeling plaster walls.
Birds building nests behind the unseeing eyes.
The mind bends but rarely breaks
The stone?
It is witness. Ever silent.
Eternal.

Your death in my arms arrives on swift wings.
Light leaves your eyes like the dying embers of
A holy flame.
You are cold and lifeless, soul-less.
The funhouse mirrors shatter from a shockwave
Of Death and Fury. Hellfire licks my skin,
My eyes are pools of darkness. I spill
My agony to the four winds, my voice
The legions of the damned. I am Cthulu,
Destroyer of Worlds.
From the highest mountain, I look down
On the Kingdoms of darkness you lovingly call
Your home. I bring a smog of suffering,
A Great Tribulation. Enjoy the light while you
Can. You suffer because I suffer.

the worlds a melancholy song
we are playing to the beat
the worlds a melancholy song
we are dancing with our feet

just filth pretending we earned our meal
garbage acting like we deserve our fill

spineless cowards, despicable creatures lower than dirt
worst scum, thats why we all hurt

blaspheme, blaspheme
all on fire
calling his name
calling him a liar
blaspheme, blaspheme
flames are reaching higher

screaming while they chant
blaspheme, blaspheme
yelling while they rant

puppets to the hurd like cattles to
the sheep
scared because what we soe is what
we reap

lifes a melancholy song
we are playing to the beat
lifes a melancholy song
we are dancing with our feet

run, run the flames are just below
run, run no time to be slow

why do we say his name
when we are the ones to blame

we lie to ourselves and then lie to each other
thats why none of us can come to trust another

blaspheme a melancholy song
we are dancing with our feet
blaspheme a melancholy song
we are playing to the beat

In my house the day was going great
the phone had perfect timing, because
I just ate

I normally wouldn't answer but, today was different
I wanted to hear a voice even, a pointless sentiment

Now I woke up pretty early
my head was still I guess you could say
a little twirly
Today was gonna be good
I thought surely

I picked up the
phone
it was a stupid voice message
tone

what it said I dare not say
bright lights started to turn grey
suppose it ain't gonna be
a great day

I debated what to do
I didn't have a clue

then I had a nasty thought
one I would hope one would
think not

Should I no should I yes
this caused me alot of stress
after, I said i'm gonna make a mess
I shouldent do this I said more
or less
soon I gave in well
I guess

I still debated
but, I hesitated

thus I made up my mind
to dive in pleasure was my delight
upon getting ready I had to make
sure everything was right
leaving the house I soon
discovered great blight
I made a honest yet good mistake
thus was my view of this sight

I was gonna be some what kind of horrible
but do to unforeseen circumstances did something honorable

I thanked god for this
twist of fate
though it's not what I wanted
It felt great

I've seen the good and the bad
i've been pretty happy and pretty sad

i've hurt and i've cried
i've sinned and i've lied

the dark was made for the sun to shun
there ain't no such thing as a chosen one

the strong ignore, criticise and mock the weak
thats why there futures bright and mine is bleak

been so low
the wind blow
so far below
the trees grow
you'll never know
always on the go

this can't be no laughing matter
serve ya with a golden spoon, a silver platter
realy more like a sharp knife and blood splatter
people hold to there beliefs ti'll they are tested then they scatter
some are rich with tainted hearts mabe not you, but i'll take the latter
hatred embedded within words is a way and an ill put way flatter

flattery a form of hatred is written in the bible
at times I debate is God reliable
just like I debate what should be Desirable
wondering what is and is not tolerable
wishing I was impeccable or amazingly unstoppable
what if I was high up there like on a level untoppable

(the truth is the lie we tell ourselves to sleep at night)

seperate fact from fiction
starting fires by sparks of friction
put people in a paradox of contradiction
like a bad habit things just become addiction
suffering from inner wars of thoughts that breed conflction
the future mabe dark and bleak but it's impossible for a prediction

i'm a normal guy
no need to lie

i've hurt cried, sinned and lied
hope things change, waves before a tide
life is one fantastic scary amazing ride
I hope and pray god is on my side

Will their children cry, when their mother dies. And in the autumn of their lives, will they feel the same? "I see you my sweet Satan. Come back tonight, out of the courtyard." Her longing for me, coming down like hail. Why did you leave me? Come here inside and tell me how. How in my final days I've found her out. The light comes on, the signal for us to end our lives. You wait beneath the white sheets and you wait forever. The night comes on, your weakness starting to erase all your lies. So I left you alone, we all left you alone. Lock the children away from harm. They'll lock all your reason why, seeking tenderness with a dagger. Skin is blocked by the years of trial, you felt abandoned in the fog of flesh. Sitting in place from the dead, awaiting the face of the moon to ascend. You follow the siren in your head

Deserted again.
You speak to me through the shadows.
Walking in closed rooms, using cold words.
Captured by the night.
The yearning escapes from my embrace.
Strange silhouettes whisper your thoughts, scream your sadness.
And they all turned away,
unable to face more of this death.
Credence in my word.
Written in dust, tainted by memories.
I confess my hope, recognize my loneliness.
Your laughter weeps the truth.
Push me into corners.
Confirming the epitaph of my soul
and displaying the once unknown KARMA.

A child of autumn was born into a world of deceit and death and a land of ice. A break of bonds would take her away and install a sense of loss and eternal sorrow. She walks across the country, she holds her head up high in the rain. A mother is screaming for help and she turns around to stare at a scene from her memory. She is hiding a wish in her heart. That flows through her blood always. And it's culled from a dream, that someone is waiting to say her name and call her to his side at the cusp of eternity.