Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,492)

it's you who needs a clue.
to be able to eat and chew.
able to swallow and grow.
create an appetite to blow.
able to be concerned.
of what you know and what you learned.
it's not a question of why?
this problem is all in the mind.

it's me who needs a peek.
to be able to run and be.
able to complain and cheat.
wondering why apathy so bleak.
able to be confused.
of how i live and why refuse?
cause this way i stay one way.
skinny, nauseous, dumb to say weight.

The grave of our youth is up ahead. And life has become a burden. We move in circles of suppressed despair. Waiting for the sun. And turning stones to find evidence. But it hides in the recesses of our hearts. A written decree of our loss. And we carried no faith in the cross. And the cold years are coming for the victims of a longing. Out through the doors of starvation. And into the rains of damnation. Where the bitter winds are singing for the victims of a longing. We carried along through squalor. With an inborn need to dominate and possess. It gives birth to an anger inside. And we can't control this. The blood of departure in our tracks. Dripping from our emptying vessels. Your hand reached out to hold mine. But you're grasping melting ice. Asleep in the rain, a child once again. And the ghost in my head has forgiven me, lifted his curse upon me.

Is it relevant to a place
Where a heart has concern
Did you ever believe
Oh your thoughts will say yes.
As you walk about the journey
Yes the one that you know
Blood was on fire
Feet were alive
Eyes they engulfed
All they could take
Do you remember them days
Did they say lets pass by
You were the host
As your glass tipped in smiles
To finding that place
Where you needed to be
At times, was in jest
Other days, bubbled air
As your hands fall beside
The you that you think
How did you get
Who you wanted to be.

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How did you find the place that you are
Or did pasture arrive in society view.

~


~Bentlee~

roses are red, violets are blue..
I have tourettes
f*ck,shit c*nt, poo

You dont want no problems with me,
Want to Go with a real OG?,
Born in 1980,
My momma never had any green,
So I never had anything,
Now Ill take all your flash and your bling,
Sell your rings for some cash and a drink,,
Leave you with sixteen leaks,
Blood stained streaks in the streets,
Im telling you homie,
You're messing with an MC,
Thats a master of ceremony,
Yeah you dont want no problems with me...,
Or anybody on my team...,
Come and take a walk with my crew,
Man take a look at our shoes,
We aint got a damn thing to prove,
Cause we aint got a damn thing to lose,
Me and my boys insane,
(Crazy),
You dont want to ride this train,
(Hanckock),
You dont wanna play this game,
(Checkmate),
You dont want to feel this pain,
(Flatline),
Yeah,
You dont want no problems with me,
You dont want no problems with me,
Or anybody on my team...

Standing here at the world's crumbling edge,
my memories weight heavy in my heart.
My tears would fall from my eyes like the rain,
had I not shed a thousand thus far.

My family said life is a blessing,
but they never bore my curse.
They smiled to try to bring out my own,
but my lack thereof made me feel worse.

All of my friends have given up
on trying to keep me afloat,
but I cannot blame them when I am the one
who is chained to a concrete boat.

So I'm here at the world's crumbling edge,
ready to start my own end,
when a girl reaches out, grabs hold of my arm,
and tells me that she understands.

I turn to see a pair of blues eyes,
and a smile that's weathered and worn.
She pulls me in close, wraps me up in her arms,
and shows me the light once more.

I have never forgotten my reason
I have grown strong with each breath I've taken
Waiting anticipating my season
Victory is mine no matter what's to be
The children are gathering together
My heart pounds waiting release from the cage
Soon it will be free no longer tethered
To rest upon the destiny of birth
I see clearly the time is upon me
The preparation has been set in place
As was written the time has come to be
And soon the past will meet with the present
They gathered to have a ball like the old
Forgetting the stories once they were told

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A buck a rides, all that it said
Who am I, to stay home
With no evening planned.
Too late for a seat, sure hope it's not.

Just a buck a rides, all it took to explode

Now that dust it lay dormant, many a year
That guy's toupee, never did fit
Who the hell's he kiddin
Cept, the man in the back.

Just another buck, now that makes two

Now you may think the place, I'm talkin about
Has a case of "d*ck Doo"
You may just be right
Now follow the bouncing ball, as it jumps.

Ticket sales, dire, but it's always sold out

Not really one place, oh yeah there's lot's more
Where a board on the wall
Hangs keeping, the score.

A place where all hats, have elasticized base

In these places are said, many a word
Yet a big cone of silence
Keeps them at bay.

Tickers on beans, stayin awake

I pissed off my landlord, swore at the dog
That kept me awake, while trying to sleep.
Sirens are blarrin, as they see all the birds.
Water smells funny, let's get the pipes checked.

So much to write, but the inks drying up

Labs are busy, goin day and night
Trying to find people, they can invite.
Can em that's said, fillin up that crate
They all seem to run, about thirteen to one.

It's time for some pickles
Which fork should I use.


~Bentlee~

cemetery trash
autumn leaves falling
smell of rotting flowers
wingless angel mourns over a grave
suicide trapped in memories
afterlife awaits

I'm the stillness in madman's eyes
The insult written on the bathroom wall
The clown’s unknown face in the mirror

The santa claus who’s stealing your soul
The devil who fights for your every cause
The angel who leaves you without a parting word

I hear the voices of insulted and beaten
I forgive in the name of those betrayed
I’m the words of those who perished in prisons
I’m no better than you !

I know that only the madman is free
I know that life is nothing but dying
I know god, but he knows me not.