Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,485)

Last night I dreamed
your eyes were lit
in a world of fire
your kisses struck
like heat lightning
many moons rose and fell
tides pulled the shoreline closer
you transparent as a ghost
and in the heat of this frozen night
we were still there...

You the porcelain doll
eyes that open and shut
words yet to crack
mute rain between us
eyelashes black and shiny
sitting on the edge of the mountain
with just a shallow stare...

My body gliding to you
I try and break through
waves that have become mountains
that cover the pale skyline...

exploded mind
unplugged and frail
into the empty
jumped off the rail

denial in depth
abyssed darkened thought
hemisphered labotomy
straight jackets n fold

mis-understood minds
stories not told

sanitorium filled with like minded folk
under knife forced down pills
in most views social poke

intellect profound
padded walls not a sound
forced recluse arms in fold
padded floor paced around

echoed walls of plight cry
captive ghosts till they die

unsung eye is not shy
deadened sight lived their lie
as the gavel met the block permeated air
lifetime lock

routined minutes....hours n days
clustered thought in stale haze
one sides right......one sides left
down the middle disconnect
emotions that hang yet...on the edge...of that blade

clunkin clang of the lock every night nine o'clock
five am early rise
no horizon of new size

boiled egg, toast and pills, blackened coffee, tea or juice
lift your tongue...wheres the pill
did you swallow it whole again

twelve foot guard skirts the yard
barbwire link bound atop
one way in...is your out..
visitors log dried up ink

was the gavel
that took
what the mind had to think!


~Bentlee~

Petals of sorrow

dripping the moist of my tears

Silenced by the wind.

To hide
behind
The wall of brick
Dis jointed they lay
Decayed loose to
Touch

To pick and scrap
Between the layers
Of decay
Loose the bricks now are

Dangerous and loose
Old the wall becomes
Indanger to fall
Scattered the bricks become
Fallen in the shadows of winters storm

Ruins now it becomes
A monumet a testement of
What it was
A bare brick
A wall

Victims

This world of ours is not always a good place
behind closed doors so many terrible things occur.
Hidden from plain sight some suffer endless torture
by the very ones who should love them the most.
Terrible things done sometimes in loves name
horrific beatings handed out, just for the sake of control.
Murders committed simply because one person will not share
killing so no-one else can take their supposed loved one away.
Children living in fear beaten and starved flinching at loud voices
creeping round like little mice hoping praying they are not noticed.
Gangs that bully and terrorise neighbourhoods while selling drugs
slashing up rival gangs purely for more territory to increase their strangle hold
to continue their evil crimes. Young girls and boys sold into s*xual slavery,
victims each and everyone and all for profit. War torn countries
full of horrendous abuse, dead and injured cast aside like trash.
Yet for each who deals out these horrible crimes once they were
different, once they were loved. Can all be explained away by the fact
that they were taught by those that reared them in these horrific circumstances?
Or is it true that some were born monsters who enjoy other's pain and grief?
Practicing their craft on helpless victims as they grow up pulling wings of birds
slicing and dicing up beloved pets. Always attacking the weak and helpless.
Plain bullies that carry out their crimes in secret afraid to face those of strength.
One never really knows what goes on behind those closed doors. Yet when a
victim finally snaps and turns the tables oft times they are the ones our systems
punish and lock away behind bars while their tormentor is left free to continue
their rampage. Who I ask is the beast? Mankind surely deserves this name not animals.

He Cometh!

The Ghost of the mind doth murder sleep!
Sleep that cradles you deep within it’s shell!

Sleep that brings an unfettered fear that can
creep into one’s mind!

Fear to sleep … for if you do …
He will cometh in the night to savor and devour you ~

The Specter from the dark side nibbles at
your mind spouting his frightful groans

An apparition of the undead haunting in
Gothic horror

A manifestation that feeds upon the psyche
of your mind and must be banished as a cursed demonic force, before he devours you as his prize!

Your future lies within the falling of life’s cards

Look deep within your crystal ball and then deal
Tarot cards of fear to someone else ~ vanish this revenant as mystic vapor

The Queen of Spades, the Jack of knaves …
and the deadly foe ~ the treacherous Ace of Spades

Feel the bump of the séance table as the ghosts
of beyond, which are seen by the corner of your eye
are trying to contact you

Hear it speak! … it is I … it is I … Beware …
I am coming … I am coming

Beware … Beware … they come … they crawl
among the living pits to pull you under the ground
into the depths of hell … into their ghostly eternal
spirit world of the dammed

Hear them singing … bump in the night …
It is their theme song

Hear the eerie sound of chains being dragged around
at night … and the anguished screams of the dammed
… some without heads

Sounds penetrating the maddening blackness of despicable unknown nocturnal habitats!

A skeleton hand stretches forth pawing it’s way
from beneath the ground of the cemetery of the living dead.

Ripping earth’s surface apart with it’s bony
out-stretched hands soon to be followed by a ghostly decaying figure
appearing in tattered gray rags in disarray!

He is after you my dear!

He cometh beware … heed him … he groans …
he wants to pull you under when he returns to his
land of tormenting tomorrows!

Oh the taste of vengeance is so sweet to the innocent
But oh so awesome to the knowledgeable …

Beware heed my words

He cometh in the gloom of the night with his eyes
Glowing … radiating an eerie ghostly green.

Sleep well my sweet!

The Ghost writer of the fearsome night

JimEee

From a far distance I traced the city outline
Watching it become a shadow as the sun starts to fall behind
I elevate my mind beyond the highest peaks
Thats where temptation wanders and the devil begins to speak to me
Sometimes I listen and other times I glow
Something like a halo but its the noose that tries to break my bones
Searching through the chaos just to find some peace
I try to spread my wings but gravity wont let me leave
I found inspiration somewhere along the interstate
Something about the sunset I know one day will lead me to my grace
I met a woman named Faith but her face I could not see
It was tattooed and scarred with stitches where her eyes once use to be
She wore a tattered white dress yellowing from mold
She opened up her hands and her eyes were sewn into her palms
One showed me heaven and the other one showed me hell
Overwhelming my conscious mind and my soul began to spill
At the speed of thought the dead and broken started pulling me down
Unwilling to let my earthbound body to escape this shaky ground
But if this is my heaven and hell then I have the choice to leave
To separate myself from unholy wars and rewrite the pages of my destiny


~ JJF ~

Her love
was like music

Now I am
driving down a fog

wondering where I am

in this braided fabric
of midnight

and so it goes
gloom...

Unprecedented paroxysym, undiminished pyramids....
Palisades engulfed in complete despondency....
Encompassing totality, exhaustive transparency.....
Storms of rain...
Ingrained in pain...

Thoughtless provocations...
Without remorse...
Meticulous totality taking its course...
No resolution...
Complete absolution...
Blessed are those who dwell in the valley of sorrow....

Half full glass tumbled, emptied covering all light

Shadows blending into darkness till all gone

Defeats smell, putrid stench covering fight

Bleak is a world that has lost hope

Where good has succombed to evil

Closing eyes and mind to cope

Heart beating retrieval

Hope gasping for breath

Light covers dark

Evils death

Good marks

Life