Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,493)

Penalty for regrets when young has been a life spent in you Misery
weight of you on me impeded my heart and soul escaping dreary
Since those days I have more than amended yet we still co-exist
when you take hold of one freeing them isn't on the options list

Apparently Misery it's the entire world you literally plan to permeate
the number of victims succumbing to you is at an alarming rate
IF an alleged deity created all things that includes you I'd safely say
maybe he born you to assure his creations happiness be kept at bay

Drugs ingested because of you make life for many some blurry dream
those void of voice are dying to blurt out a loud pleading scream
The deserving mostly avoid you while the good become victims of prey
a disheartening fact never changing no matter how much faithful pray

Sadly there was NO fork in life's road to steer us away from you
like every 'menace to society' you too induce unwarranted blue
Misery you're THE perpetual threat to the hopes of mankind
I've accepted you won't allow me to reestablish peace of mind

You ultimately taught me despite your curse it's feasible to keep going
humans endure you because there is no TRUE altruistic ALL knowing

these words in my head
they swirl and create mist
like water down a flushed bowl
my head's fulla sh#!
seeking, seeking a convo that's real
can't get it at home, can't get it in here
frustrates the soul to be
fearless alone
halfass answers to simple questions
a 'yes' a or 'no'
will do fine, and put a dimple
in this armor
hand-crafted: it's sturdy
it's heavy, grimy
reliably mine
yearning for the soft colors of dusk
to remove this shell,
sleep naked,
and dream of more

Oh, For she stood on the skirt of Eden with a whisper of a snake in her ear. She being the first that was driven from the subdue. Woman of right and wrong, your name has echoed through the rivers that run wild to give life water to the tree of knowledge.

Lilith, knowing the speech of the serpent giving to the coil to mankind, secret slides of words beacon my call to you.

While in the garden of eden she walks among the dry soil and the beating of her heart stood still for a moment. Look at her beauty for lend me your shape, for thou art cold and fire is in my body feeling my passion and desire to want to walk along with you in the garden.

For you have eaten from the tree of knowledge the apple the fruit of forbidden pleasures.

The light is growing less now.
It's getting dark now.
If only I knew how to deal with this right now.
The walls are closing in fast.
Reminding me of my lonely past.
That nothing I ever had would ever last.
The darkness is always pulling me in.
And every night this is where I have been.
And this is where my nightmare begins.
I close my eyes to hold back the pain.
That is pressing down on my brain.
It hits so hard like a f*cking train.
I think I'm better off just going insane.
Because here in this darkness it's always black rain.
Soon I will panic I just do it's automatic.
Can't breathe I need a medic.
It's so bad I get a headache.
I think I'll lay down now.
And hopefully I will pass out.
Otherwise I begin to shout. That I have no doubt.
It's getting light now.
The dark is less now.
This is where the night ends.
And it all starts over

Insolence and total disregard, for the laws and the men who invent them
Rash too, as well as hard, with a soul intent only on mayhem
Unblinking and resolute, full to the very brim with aggressiveness
Rumored to be of ill repute, and in a way he will get the best of this
A man born to war and the stench of the dead, his weapons are his lover's
Living by a creed of his own design, and that is to do unto other's
Asleep his dreams contain images of death, his dreams by day are dark
The one fatal chink in his armour? it is these images that have left their mark
A sentry shouts out a question, recieving silence an only response
The soldier falls as the first rounds find him, the shock registering at once
Martyred in death and in life an enigma, as a memory of vast intellect
His ideals a lasting remembrance, too the many lives that still bear their effect.

You black poem—
You enchanting mystery—
Saw you with beak open—
Have you tidings for me—
You death’s enigma—
You fed Elijah in the desert—
My thoughts on you—
Focused as a poem—
You bring solitude
To my hazy broken heart—
You are my sunshine in
My darkest winter—
You bring out the
Devil of passion in me—
Let me pour out
Heart’s angst –
Take me to my grave
With hearty mirth.

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

It can't be so bad
For you can't lose
what you never had

It can't be so bad
but why are we so sad?

The question may be asked
Is the cup half empty or half full?
when we all often feel like a fool

If it makes us happy then why the Hell
are we so sad
We paint on our smiles to hide the miles
the scars don't hurt as much after awhile

Yes they make us who we are as we place our dreams
upon a distant star
It doesn't matter how rich or poor we are
we are meeting our destiny from afar

We'll take our lessons of life and in spite of
the strife we can say we had a helluva ride
as some will stand in shame and others with pride

In the long run we will learn we carved our own fate
as we will wonder if we have time to change or will it
be too late?

So don't be sad for its not that bad
Things could be worse we are all stuck
with a dreaded curse

We will eventually get sick and die
and we will weep and cry
Not so much that we are leaving
but wonder what we will be receiving
A crown of glory or just be a forgotten story?

I am just a nut
Who lives in a hut
It don't worry me
when my wrist is cut

I don't have a need
to watch my heart bleed
I don't pay to heed
to follow any creed

So if you find me
all curled in a heap
just let me go
and watch as I sleep

I want to leave this world
So watch my sails unfurl
I'll sail away in search of a girl

She don't even exist
She's not even real
Yet, long ago we made
a past deal

My fate is already sealed
in spite I'm not healed

I don't even care what people
would think
they have their opinions
and most of them stink

My mind is made up
I will drink my final cup
If I should die before I wake
I care not my soul to take

She got bit yesterday
For a day it was ok
She washed it up and put on a Hello Kitty band aid
But I wish she would have gotten a doctor and paid
Because sometimes you need to spend some cold hard cash
Or you will slowly turn to ash
As she is doing right now
She smells real bad, worse than a sick cow
Her pink skin is blue and deep red now
As she is rotting like all dead things do
While mother nature slowly turns them to goo
I love her lots
But her body still rots
I will stay with her till the end
Will she bite me, I wonder not if but when
I miss her tender love
But with her condition I wouldn't touch her with a glove!