Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,485)

Loveless, hopeless, and ungrateful you are.
I gave you a home and I gave you a star.
You defile the waters and butcher the lands,
the animal remains laying in the sands.
You constantly take but never give,
I don't know why I let you live.
Maybe there is hope, maybe there is a chance.
A slap in the face will knock you from your trance.
Maybe I should destroy your homes,
or let you wonder in the desert to roam.
I could create a whirl wind to blow you away,
the earth is dying and your to blame.
I still have hope for humanity,
and forgive you insanity.
Despite my anger and frustration of you all
and I still will not let you fall.
For you are only human,
and you are flawed.

Life is pain,
life is everything
I'm lost and all alone
I'm a long, long way from home
Life is pain
life has gone insane
I've fallen into the dark
It has broke my soul apart
Destroys my beating heart
No one sees the flower that grows in the garden of light,
they pass it by never to see the beauty, only that dark the seeps through the night. Scattered pieces of the shell that once was life, just to dwell in all its strife. Violence has now become the norm, from the moment we are born. No more love for our neighbor, now we beat them down as if it was just working labor. We must not fear, for there is beauty here. One must just open their eyes and see the gift from the giving tree. We should be helping one another, give a hand to our sister and brother. We should work together, then we all will live forever.
Because life is pain
Life is everything

What happened to trust
the old fashioned kind
Friendship was important
and with peace of mind
Believing spoken words
was without thought
Never need to doubt
incase a liar was caught

Whatever the gender
there are good and bad
Confronting a situation
can make us feel sad
The quicker you accept
trust must be earned
Peace of mind accepted
without fingers burned

Know you have to
stay alert-on your toes
As all are not friends
some people act-foes
So take your time
give a situation thought
Remember true friendship
can never be bought

When asking questions
leads to cynical thoughts
Though sometimes necessary
for your safety caught
One leading question
to always ask yourself
Regarding others intention
you protect your health

So....what do they want from you?
a right of gift, it's true
Knowing all facts.... important
before any commitment is due
Trickery a nasty subject
you really must consider
Protecting oneself a right
especially if you're the giver......

Questions..... some have such simple answers.......
but if not forthcoming.....
better to ask....

How much evil can a building bear
Faces locked behind its walls
Silent screams lost consumed by its halls
The crosses and statues of God so divine
Form a line so hypocritical
As they stood over these heinous crimes

How long, how much time
How many people must we watch die
How many tears of anger and fear’s
How many tears Must fall
Before the government listens to the people’s call.

Is our government hoping that our tears will wash the pain away?
Do they believe they will get away with the games they play?
These building stand tall Irelands death camps
The abuse, the suffering,
The ones that could no longer live and were sentenced to die
The memories of these people that government now tramp

We listen how they talk about change
How they will investigate the mass unmarked graves
Men, Women, Children all lay unnamed
I am sure some of these people prayed with their last breath
This was vein as they could only find death

These building now stand
With for sale signs up
It just goes to show how our country is corrupt
Now our government promised to give such a building back
To talk to the survivors
Build a museum a place to display the horrific facts

Now the for-sale sign is flying high
The people are asking themselves why
Let down by a system that allowed these crimes
Now let down again

When will it stop the pain and despair
I believe it will never stop unless the government play
Give back the properties, pay your respects
Get down on one knee and beg for forgiveness
Acknowledge what happened and release the facts
Pursue the people that committed the crimes
Stop trying to hide what happened
And stop the lies.
Let’s try to remember it was our people that died.

Give it back to the people like you said you would.
Let us grieve and let us believe all of this cover up is in the past.

~to all shapeshifters:repeat after me~
we're kind we're courteous
but always so fearless
every move we make
is anything but careless
we watch we observe
without a twitch of nerve
we're not of this world
but somewhere in-between
we blend in so well
if you know what I mean
we're seen in the shadows
not quite human not quite creature
we shape all of time
we shape the future
we're just geusts from afar
sent from some distant star
we see hope and love in many
when nightmares rule-theres plenty
we're the shapers,the shifters
the movers,the takers
look for us often
we'll be your guide your journey
your keyhole through eternity

I sit alone.
I write, I think.
Searching for just one conclusion,
One ending.
To feel complete.
There's a missing piece, a cold black hole,
Which never ends...
Oh! The quessiness it sends!
Where's the way out?
Why am I stuck?
Am I a prisoner in this life?
Or just feeling left out?
There's always a missing piece,
No doubt.
That keeps me endlessly searching
For what I'm truly without.

My name is David,
That is true,
A simple man with manual works,
I treat ill people, not the kind you like to meet,
I find comfortable surroundings a plus,
Where exchange is the past,
And sanitised and professional is the future,
I say Ill, I mean poisoning of the blood,
I'm I any different when I throw back a few,
I'm I clear in being who I am,
Do I bring my work home, no,
Throw me to the wolves as I know your future,
My tongue is my creed,
Wrestle my mind,
Choke my confidence,
I will survive,
I know you, I met you,
Don't hide in books,
Is everyone different or the same,
No need to bow,
I'm simple, mature, dedicated,
I want to die....
Leaned me the rope, hand me the knife,
Give me the gun...
Let me sleep...

Gushing in

with such

a forceful rage,



Wave, after wave

of words,

pulling me down,



Into their deep

And violent,

Deafening sea,



Breaking, and crashing

Against me,

Before I drown.

Two parallel lines never cross
Even if you start drawing them at same time
A circle is a circle
Green leaves are not blue

A typewriter with handwriting letters
Can be useful
Would be nice
And easy

9th line of this poem
10th line of this poem
11th line of this poem
And this is the last line

From moment of birth the rot sets in
We know our days are numbered
For some the days in thousands count
While others with shortness lumbered

Life is but a dance with death
Let's dance onward
While up above the gods they jest
And send their laughter sunward

So be it long, or be it short
We'll live this life
And spit in their eyes
No time to count the strife