Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,485)

Late last night
I received a text message
from my deceased wife
six feet under
from her coffin
It read
"Hope you find love again"

She is always thoughtful
she says
It's to help me find peace
and not to
look for love
in all the wrong places.

As long as I don't
change my number
she will
keep in touch...

You are with me all the time,
Do you know you're always on my mind?,
Your face is framed inside my brain,
I think about you every day,
Thoughts that never go away,
Some are pleasure,
Others pain,
These feelings I feel have no names,
Trying to decide if I like the rain,
For it's wave after wave of pure emotion,
Like I'm lost in a vast and angry ocean,
Back and forth,
this rocking motion,
Leaves me wheezing,
gasping, choking...

I am the escaped one,
After I was born
They locked me up inside me
But I left.
My soul seeks me,
Through hills and valley,
I hope my soul
Never finds me.

The other day indeed,
With my shoe, on the wall,
I killed a centipede
Which was not there at all.
How can that be?
It's very simple, you see -
Just the beginning of D. T.

When the pink alligator
And the tiger without a head
Begin to take stature
And demanded to be fed,
As I have no shoes
Fit to kill those,
I think I'll start thinking:
Should I stop drinking?

But it really doesn't matter...
Am I thinner or fatter
Because this is this?
Would I be wiser or better
If life were other than this is?

No, nothing is right.
Your love might
Make me better than I
Can be or can try.
But we never know
Darling, I don't know
If the sugar of your heart
Would not turn out candy...
So I let my heart smart
And I drink brandy.

Then the centipede come
Without trouble.
I can see them well.
Or even double.
I'll see them home
With my shoe,
And, when they all go to hell,
I'll go too.

Then, on a whole,
I shall be happy indeed,
Because, with a shoe
Real and true,
I shall kill the true centipede
My lost soul!...

i live in this
ghost town of
my haunting
memories....
flames of loneliness
eating my soul....

but still im
here...
thirsty for kisses
and caresses...
for someone
who can make me
really happy...

past left me
thirsty...
with a broken heart..!!
shadows of memories
trying to cover up
whole world...
hope a moon will
come to brighten
my world....

can see thirsty
ghosts are
wandering here n there...
like my dreams ....
wandering in this
dark world...!!!

Backwards and forwards through time he travels
Each day much like the other
He continues to seek but does not discover
This burden is so hard to bear

Now and then he passes another
Also on a quest like his
Eyes haunted and face so haggard
Desperation etched in every line

Across the centuries he's been searching
Dim is memory of what he seeks
He's sure to know when he stumbles across it
Until then he will carry on

I walked out into the day and it ran it's flag up my pole,
it seemed like an appropriate thing at the time...
now I must live in consolation with my supposed peers in whole,
until God or nature smacks into the ground from 10g mili,
you silly-nilly a so-so hillbilly...fishillie'...poor Donald?~
Next thing ya' know Seinfeld for prez and its a capitol offense to fart.
{below was un/in-deciferable scrawling's}-[something about geeks and nwo?]- "Smile,...you're on Candid-body-slam-era!" no smileys pleaz :)

I'm here bordering almost oneiric
in a state of somnolence in an invisible fire
wearing the personification of a hellish realm
obsessive and compulsive in the unknown...

I turn the hourglass counting grains of sand
to validate my existence pondering am I a victim
alone and depressed tonight...

Are you as lonely as I am, perhaps?
do you wear the narcissistic smile
in the shape of the crescent moon?

Que tal, La Luna
I whisper to the night in disintegration
"Your sleepy lullaby has failed me tonight"
just as the opiates that fall from your eyes
in steams of gleaming silver dreams...

Euphoria fades with shallow thoughts
in glass silhouettes of burning embers
making a pile of ashes so unique
no insane arsonist could have imagined...

Comes the dawn to end this paralysis
leaving me wondering am I just a marionette
that even opiates or Xanax cannot cure...

On the corner of my night table
empty bottles mock me...

Covered in scarred bruises
my mind trying to be happy..
I'm losing sleep
And I assure myself everything is ok!
so dark...cold...
something there is missing
And nothing seems to fit...
No arms do I need but your arms
And you are not there!

Sitting on the mountain looking down
The world spread out before me
Madly running all around
Like ants here and there they scurry

Do they even know what they do
Or what urges drive them onwards
These acts they do so crazy are
No rhyme or reason binds them

Blood splashes across the moon
And casts a red, deathly shadow
Bodies on top of each other pile up
The stench reaches right up to Heaven

Angels weep and tears they spill
So much that rivers swollen
For every tear a soul’s cut loose
But most not bound for Heaven

Down in Hell the demons party
Their job has never been so easy
Mankind begs to enter Hell
None are denied their entrance

Life goes on day by day
And the gloom and doom darkens
Is this what I sent my son for
To die for your redemption

Here and there a little flicker
A spot of light in this dark world
Just for those it was all worthwhile
And for the rest my heart is breaking