Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,485)

My traitorous body oozes, 
with my sweetened lust, 
as i struggle.

I am beyond scared, 
yet, I am so turned on.

By the evil in your eyes.
The firmness of your grasp.
The flicker of your tongue.

You torture the bumps of my flesh, 
with your cold, cold touch... 

Darkness is in your embrace.
Draining all the warmth, 
from my milky white skin. 

I have felt, and known you before.
You're so vaguely familiar.

As much now, as when you were a dream.

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She met him on the internet 
he said his name was drew
She fell in deep obsession
With a bloke she barely knew

He didnt know her secret
not to tell him was to lie
But then there always follows
That question of "well, why?"

He was checking the old mailbox
Late tuesday afternoon
And he found a small white parcel
Writen on it "my dear drew"

He opened it with caution 
He opened it with care
Inside the tiny parcel 
Was a lock of curly hair

One week later he was fishing
And found inside his boat
A sweetly scented envelope
But inside there was no note

He peered in ever cautiously
He reached his hand inside 
As he pulled out two blue eyeballs
His own did open wide

Three days later drew was sleeping
In his soft and cosy bed
When he woke up all a sudden
In a state of frightful dread

Next to him there was a box
It was painted ruby red
It was filled with icy fingers
Feeling brave, he counted ten

At the bottom of that box
Was a blood stained photograph
Of a woman who seemed familar
Then drew heard the fainstest laugh

It came from underneath him
Then drew saw just who it was
She had no eyes or fingers
Her head missing golden locks

It's a black and twisted sun today,
Super cold, subzero rays,
Hurt me in a thousand ways,
Like microscopic stabbing pains,
From razor sharp electric blades,
Feeling like I'm froze in place,
My entire body becoming solid,
One leg breaks from walking on it,
Shattered to a million shards,
And as I fall I break an arm,
The frozen blood then reached my heart,
It tried to pump and fell apart,
My spine just simply snaps in half,
As every bone my body has,
buckles creaks and fissure cracks,
And pieces fly like broken glass,
Too many to add with fractal math,
On this day I watched my demise,
The picture framed inside my mind,
Staring blankly dead inside,
Ice crystal eyes see the black sun rise...

She's told herself often, that she was an artiste, but no one buys her paintings, and her art is the least. Yet she just won't give up, and persists with the dream, but the rent must be paid, and she hears the kids scream. Took a comely young boy friend, who himself pushed the idea, that he too was an artist, without talent sincere. Got her fat with a child, and like many another, left both quite alone, just like his dad did to mother. Now on dating sites hot, with the radar up high, for a schlub who can bankroll, the fantasy nigh. Hope she finds what she needs, since she's not in the way, to work for a living, each and every day. We've all met such types, who are good for a roll, in the hay now and then, but not for one's soul. Nor for marriage sincere, as commit we all should, unless a prenup gets signed, legally tight and quite good.

Madness slowly gathers me
In its chilly embrace
I watch from the corner of my eye
Its sinister smirk
Then I fall and fall into the depths
Of its empty cold dead soul

Contently I lay there
Huddled in the corner
Of its darkest walls
Anticipating his arrival
And I don't dare flinch 
when he finally comes

I remain silent
I suffer his pain
And endure his pleasure
I keep my screams quiet
He speaks to me in 
whispered echos

He says I'm so beautiful
He can't tell if I am
Godess or if I am angel
He knows only this...
He too was embraced
By the madness...

How long will this last, Haunted by a tainted past. This tortured life I must live, Not much more I can give. In the distance a pinhole light, My only wish to make things right. Flawed and deep inside a hole, Only forgiveness can save my soul.

Swallowing colors that weighed down my pride
With a smiling face my charisma could hide
Holding these feelings that I just want to hold
Buried by chains hoping in time I'll let go
But only in death will I ever find rest
Sending my demons to hell for all the nights that I've wept
Stripping my bones of this flesh that I've so longed to peel
I get caught in its depths and I just want to kill
While I pray to my God my heart falls from the sky
Deeply buried below where my angels subsides
Displacement of love found in all the wrong places
Anger becomes hate then I detach and just break shit
So tell me again doc how should I let go
Before my serotonin and sanity spill all over the floor
From emptied bottles of pills where your salvation is faceless
Chasing bottles of violence until I get wasted
Naked, deflated, bloody knuckled, and bruises
You stood with closed eyes ignorant and still clueless
With no frame of reference to understand where I died
Or why the darkness surrounding keeps me far from the light
Lord of my life would you please start this over
Dig me out of this hole shrinking from sober to colder
Where the maggots consume the only heaven awaiting
But there's nothing left in this world but myself that can save me

~Jesse Okoroshi Masu Forster ~

Once was a boy just seventeen,
He was innocent,
He was not mean.
Now a prisoner of the state,
Trial by jury will seal his fate.

Once was a boy just seventeen,
His mother smart,
Sister was keen.
They tricked him,
They pushed and shoved,
For them he killed their father for love.

Once just a boy just seventeen,
He was the protector,
It would seem.
Convinced him they were trapped
With no way out,
That father was abusive,
Without a doubt.

Once was a boy just seventeen
Tried real hard to hide,
Not be seen.
Knife in hand,
She told him his part,
Stabbed their father,
Straight into his heart.

Once was a boy just seventeen,
Confess or run,
He was caught in between.
An inner battle,
But he lost the fight,
When mother said
“Take the whole blame for that night”

“For I am sick, your sister too small
You my son are the bravest of us all
You did your job, but it’s not done
Sorry son, but you’re the only one”

Now a man much older now,
Tagged for life,
To go on he didn’t know how.
But in the darkness,
He found the light,
Picked himself up with all his might.


Now a man with a glorious life
Two great kids,
A spectacular wife
The past is no longer his souls’ core
A survivor he is,
A VICTIM NO MORE!!!

She told me to let go it's not that I haven't tried
To get past all the darkness keeping me from the light
When I wake up in the morning before the sunrise
I'm still trapped in this nothing that I've kept inside
So don't be alarmed that I'll have to lie
When you ask if Im ok and I say that Im fine
It's to keep me from falling to pieces or falling too deep
To not see their dead faces when I go back to sleep
I thought it'd get better, but it only gets worse
And the older I get the more echoes are stirred
But please understand I need to clear the air
Free from suggestions and not living in fear
My first defense and armor are my skin and my bones
So I sandblasted my flesh then tore down the walls from my home
Now my friends and my family can see where I've been
I wear this all on my sleeve theres no need to pretend
I've battled addiction, myself, and the end
I fought with my demons, but I didn't win
If I ever felt peace that part of me died in sand
Trapped with the lives that I cannot give back
If you believed theres a Heaven than how would you feel
To know that nothing could save you from going to hell
I should have said this all sooner and made you aware
Because I'll choke to death if I don't clear the air

~ JJf ~

The Island was hot! Her blood was cold!
Spaniard, French, and Afro-Indian blood iced through her veins
Her eyes green as the waters;
Her hair black as the night
The merchants came on ships to discover her sight.
To purchase her beauty; to witness her light.
Her Mother was dead! Her Father had fled, for opportunity.
Where the red, white, and blue waved in unity.
Leaving behind his seed, cold blood from different mothers.
Separated by these waves.
She awoke to a prison when the c*ck crowed.
These economic prison bars and money hungry prison guards are not balanced! She cried.
As her tears fed salt to the ocean tide.
Pregnant with poverty and a child on the way.
Abortion she pondered as she lay in dismay “I’ve done it before”, she thought.
Should I do it today?
Nay, the fetus kept growing and the child lived to play
Yet, the suns beams were not seen, never showing a ray.
And her flag colors whispered, “No choice, but to stay”
As her soul’s vocals waved back; it’s December in May!