Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,489)

I'd stared at my thumb awhile
Stench of garlic
That found how
To defile the air.

As my mind was elated
To matter of fact.

Pigeon toed, knock knee'd
Slight, cross of an eye
As one shat the bed
One that's in single file.

Correcting political
Ways you must think
An order that brings light to this day.

Offensive, conducive,
Production of thought
Brings upon more
Internal depart.

Deep down inside
Your sugar coated thoughts
Reality is slim
As days pass that by.

Those seconds of thought
Where you've come to decide
Creating a base
For the future to come.

Political correctness
Will never make strong
The future that comes
When your

~

Life is gone.


~Bentlee~

On granite cliffs
On mountains peek
He gazes upon
Valleys deep

With glenched tallons
Sharpend
He sits and stares
With mass of strengh

Eyes glazed
Ears sharp
With fires breath
He blows wisps of fire and smoke

Fills his nostrills
The smell of smoke
He bellows and roars
With a roar he belows out fire and smoke

Wing outstreched the flicker in the light
Scaled skin
He waits upon his pray
With wings out stretched in to the air he glide

He roars to valleys deep with eyes gazed upon his prey fiiery breath he skalks his pray
For to night the dragons about

Stranger!
Look Up
A broken shooting star
Fading across the sullen skies
Burning in throes of cosmic o*gasm
The mournful and oblivious night
Screams silently in a sombre spasm

But does it's dying light
illuminate the darkness of eternities?

Ghost!
Listen
The distant rumble of ominous thunder
singing lullabies across murky horizons
whispering incantations of carnal pleasures
the departed lovers, now dead or dying
still choking on shared breaths from a buried past
like madmen searching for lost forlorn treasures

But do the lamentations of the estranged
reverberate across the eternities?

Pilgrim!
Look Inside
An abyss of decay, this insatiable lurid void
Only constant in this life of clutter and chaos
Stuffed with hollow and mundane relations
The hallowed shrine of morbid depravities
Retains memories of tears and fears and cremations

But can those hands reaching out into this void
penetrate the blinding darkness of eternities?

How can you fix your lips to say something that just ain't true, I told you if you kept it real with me I keep it real with you, there's a distance in between us only time seems to fill that Gap, as I stand Here Twisted in another world it's me who has my back, friendship becomes a cancellation there's an echo with the doors slam, mistakes become a one-way ticket a crack to break the dam, c flooded with the reality that I'm alone in this world, my best friend don't even know me cuz he left me for my girl, a smile in my face is a knife in my back cutting leaves scars, haunted by Echoes of concrete walls ringing through Cold Steel bars, it's a life I chose so I suppose I can't blame when the blame is on me, but I tell you this when your lip starts quivering cuz you see me in them streets, don't say I didn't tell you because I told you when I told you I'd stand tall you'll never meet a mother f**ker quite like me I'm the realest of them all

Looking for something over the years...
Looking for the sign that is near...
This sign where everyone's dreams come true (It's True)...
Where no one tells me who to be...
Where no one tells me just what to do...
Freedom is a place my dreams take me to...
Where I can be me and do what I want to do...
Like heaven where the Angels sing...
That's the place we want to be...
I can't find where I want to be...
But there's a place that I see...
Were everyone's my friend and not a foe...
I want to get away from it all...
Someone take me, Someone call...
I'm tired of being only you...
Everyone tells me what to do...I would rather die...
Then be like you...It's true....This I have to do.....

If a woman wants to be a poet,
she should run backwards
circling the volcano;
she should feel for the
movement along her faults;
she should not get a
Ph.D. in seismography.

If a woman wants to be a poet,
she should not sleep with
uncircumcised manuscripts;
she should not write odes
to her abortions;
she should not make stew
of old unicorn meal.

If a woman wants to be a poet,
she should read French cookbooks
and Chinese vegetables;
she should suck on French poets
to freshen her breath;
she should not m**turbate
in writing seminars.
If a woman wants to be a poet,
she should peel back the
hair from her eyeballs;
she should listen to the breathing
of sleeping men;
she should listen to the
spaces between that breathing.

If a woman wants to be a poet,
she should not write
her poems with a dildo;
she should pray that
her daughters are women;
she should forgive her
father for his bravest sperm.

SAS

Heavy is my soul, full o'bitter sadness me keeps my blue.
Where I go I rain sorrow, all up and down thee avenues.
Just one drink with me, you'll be soaked through at the bar.
There ain't no hiding it inside there stays full no room to hold no more.
So clear anyone can plainly see, folks now go around to miss my company.
Can't complain none from me, as this pain rest not ever for even a little while.
It's like nothing every time the hurt, when I falsely share o'hallow smile.
Seems all I know anymore is rain, still I long for that hopeful day.
Comes pouring down as a mighty rain, to just wash it all away.
I will that day watch as finally, floating out to the river be my agonies.
But until that day where I go rains sorrow,and I'll walk on soggy shoes.
Dark clouds releases each drop hits the ground singing it's note sung true.
That alone fills my need, you can believe so don't feel sad not for me never.
Because it is for me yea, that my blue lives forever.

There is no peace, without justice.
No love can be incomplete.
And the middle is nowhere.
You'll just get lost there.
Listen hold close these words.
Now is always the best time.
Truly try-n-make a difference.
Cause this is the same world your children must live in.

Look right here at were we stand today.
Out of sight our end goal ain't now where we can know where.
All the world full of false facts, it makes me so mad.
Received by our generation in ruin, now's a greater mess we have.
Running head long the wrong direction masses with no idea what it's doing.
Kept right on just the same as our parents done before us.
At this point we're gonna need to hope n pray that we even make it ever.
It's going to take no less then heaven to take all in hand before we begin getting any better.

I lost my brothers at different times.One was young and one was in his twenties.I know of one I can remember him well but the youngest one I can not relate to I can only tell you this.He was a little soul not doing well so God took him home to rest and be healed.Now the oldest we were separated but found each other later in life you see.I loved him and he loved me.A negative force came in and removed him from me.Make that two or even three because his girlfriend and half brother blamed missing coins on me. Yes they were working him indeed.They secretly did drugs of who know what back then but blamed me for stealing rare coins from all the places he had been.We fell apart and never spoke again I guess I was an easy target because she did win.So I moved out and she was at peace she got away clean that dirty lil b***h was at it again. God rest his soul from heaven because I know he was shown the truth.He seen her scheming and plotting while getting lose.She was no good and soon dated another brother of mine because she said he was fine.They secretly messed around until everyone found out.Oh boy she was threatned to be beat down and no one wanted her around.She later tried to come around and offer us our brothers things but we were sick of her lies as she cried fake tears.So we sent her on her way and where is she today who knows. Who even cares she committed the ultimate betrayal that hopefully sends her straight to hell.No joke no bull I hope she gets a taste of her own medicine while looking out of hell. Judgement day is for everyone and I hope she is burning in brimstone cooked well.

Goodbye Summer
Fading warmth of late summer sun beams refract through the looking glass, dust particles dance within celestial lights

The leaves of a willow tree listen to the sorrowful viaticum of the last summer breeze, a thousand butterflies rise as one to accept it's last rites

Dark clouds begin to mass upon the horizon, a foreboding presence rumbling above the earth, an angry omnipotent ethereal surf

Shadows crawl towards the setting sun, dragging behind them the cold dark shroud of night, a frigid cloak over a cooling corpse

A quicksilver moon ripples over an ocean as barren as the nights sky, the burning radiance of dying stars pin pricks on a chalkboard