Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,485)

The mystery women..
Their poetry can be
Somewhat cryptic
They can tease your
Sensiblities within
The lines of their
Veiled desires
They contemplate you
In their midnight
Smiles
They wonder if your
Hand is strong enough
To grip their
Passion
They know the
Difference between
True diamonds
And fools gold
They will toy with
Your naive
Aspirations
They give light
To real men
But throw shadows
At boys
The mystery woman
Is a rare
Catch!

Cafe

With eyes of the lost, from the distant past,
I beget dead stars, perfection at last.

I weave my words in through their mind,
I twist and bend what they have defined,
they'll never know why they are confined
and as I rip and tear at their shallow heart,
they're destroyed, right from the start.

They beg and cry and pray that I let them go,
but never do they ask why it is that I'm here,
for I am that which they most revere,
I am anguish, my name is fear.

glassy-eyed people
moving as in a dream
looking without seeing
seeing without looking

utter hopelessness
pervading their souls
filling them with despair
and pessimism

lustreless eyes
no inner joy
just a deep emptiness
stifling their souls

dried-up people
shutting others out
shutting themselves in
lost in their loneliness

I would love to see you dressed in me, red

where i bled.

Sticky fingers and all, where i

wept and moaned, i, just on loan…

Slip and slide, you couldn’t decide

whether to eat or repeat…

When pondering on gloomy days I felt distress,
Those seemed to be the times of darkness and despair.
I thought I could protect myself and cheat the fate,
The harder did I try the less I seemed to fare.
Lost in this chaos roamed I streets in search of comfort,
Believed fresh air would relieve my mind and help.
I heard a voice from home beside chanting in joy with unction,
I felt that chant my soul from grips of burden would unchain.
I stepped inside – no sound, no chanting,
No human voice – all in abysmal void.
Doomed is the soul engulfed in darkness,
No solace's there where such despair roams.
Of this I know: thoughts so disconsolate and bare
Will hasten imminent end, no one to spare.

the one time beautiful garden
running wild over grown
no matter night or day
curtains constantly closed.
window boxs hanging baskets
full of weeds like the flower pots
unseen is welcome on the mat
coverd with moss.

the bell rings but door unopens
not to familiar or faces unknown
some say maybe no one lives there
or just maybe, nobodys home.
but smoke comes from the chimney
so the house is not empty
just the person that exists init
the one that nobody sees.

Via your heart, I tear through your soul.
I feed on your pain to thrive in the cold.
The heartfelt and loyal, defied by the bold.
I am love's leach, the story untold.

you walk on by
brackish in thoughts
turbid and livid emotions
swimming in your cold heart
did you disappear out of impulse?
or was it planned?
doesn't matter
your weakness ruled your mind
you should have known
thriving in ignorance
isn't my strength

and certainly not
forgetfulness

in reality I thought:
I'd never see you again

at least now
I can put my mind to rest
knowing you're alive and well.

From echoes past, yon distant sweet,
when innocence with convent heart did greet
the infant gems of saintly time;
those blessed days, a sacred shrine,
whence I the spangled evening rove
and thru' darkened Heaven's starlight's grove,
high trembling tones,anodyne waves display
nature's glory in treasured hours of play.
Such luxuriant flair unknown to fear,
whence grief was foreign to sigh or tear,
virgin free, potent purity would share
dreams, wooed by the heritage of care,
whose pageantry of love erupting springs
lingered soft with what imaginations bring,
unique vision that the God's allowed,
of stunning flowers to blossom in a crowd,
entwining all of Heaven's captive earth
as a garment woven, rare golden worth
would orchestrate love's flowering majesty
of radiant affections, in a glowing tapestry;
courier of smiles that never wane
upon life's lush and youthful plain,
engulfed its all amid ether's purest air.
The halcyon paradise, lofty mystique fayre
plays host to its kindred velvet shroud
of night's suffused soft sensual cloud,
released a happiness future years to feel
serenity, thoughtful dreams conceived so real,
where hopeful passion uniting all within
through immortal light, awaiting love to win
from the liberal lambency of pearly light,
embrace resplendent beams from its Princely wright.


No more, for the carrion rogue of despair
schooled cold sorrow in an awesome snare
of Man-fashioned lust promoting ills,
consumes the body,the soul with purpose kills
that childhood trust of smiling day.
Whence, want of carnal ware, takes away
dreams that gave wealth to night's repose,
leaves polluted pangs of bitterness, those
unspeakable things, betrayed, amid lost happiness,
in light-less spheres, the black abyss
illuminates, the shadowed shameful haul
of depravity's deep and sordid arsenal.

To be continued in Pt 2

Embalms rank air, personal invasion fully dredged,
oblivious to virtue by low minds deeply fledged,
sanguine passions with dark deeds, paint
treacherous solicitude with contagion haunt;
forever scarred that once was beauty dressed,
with boundless innocence, the unguarded breast
conveyed to prison's harsh isolated plight,
where ruin seized childhood's verdant right.
Thus, abandoned light indulges darkness more
with compounding poverty along its stranded shore,
bonds hateful fate to dungeons drear,
and marshals' infamy, molesting what is dear.
Deeds unpalatable, malice youth's dear shinning frame,
plough right through the blushing thoughts of shame,
loathed corruption, silent vice invade
the joyous smiles of once an infants glade.
Time bequeaths unmarked wounds, scurrilous indeed,
living scars, prescribed by evils vilest creed
of immoral joy, satanic schemes had riven,
false countless comforts monstrous given,
conveyed as love, its invidious beastly tray,
foul touching torment of perversion's sway,
hangs heavy,life's guilt and laden yoke,
with weight immence, clad as an iron cloak,
whose shackled chains of injustice, lacerate
the divinity of moral truth, then debate
scriptures for self purpose to ensue
its daily theme, primal conquest to re-new,
the honeyed tongue, the cunning voice, manipulate
chilling rhetoric, a prisoned sugar bait
by minds grown lame, sordid, sad and dire,
now loitering fangs, fuels the venoms muse
make proud the sanguine air, lust's abuse
inhale, to breathe the fired fumes again,
unconcerned, unfathomable depths' intolerable pain
often yearns for the sweeter life of death,
greater far than earth's soured breath.

PART 3 to be continued