Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,489)

oh! little child,the one thats in us
we live in terror here,its all around us
guns and bombs,so why all the fuss
waging wars for the name in god we do trust

your warm tears wont change a thing
even with all the love you bring
cause everything that man has built
will soon be destroyed

so hold on tight,my little loved one
a world that makes no sense,so now we must run
no more angels left,to save us from sudden death
everything that man creates will be used to destroy

oh! little child the one thats in us
you ask me all the time,the hell's wrong with us
no more answers for you,there are times I wish I knew
eden is just a dream,that man will destroy

brace yourself little one,watch it cave right in
they will tell you, but its a lie,nobody ever wins
the river of tears can't stop blood and these fears
the sounds of nature are deaf to man,but he hears destroy

no more bombs at night,nothing left,no guiding light
no more child's laugh or screams,this time we did it right
oh! little child we now not exist,we've taken life from you
your little body burned away,mans dream now destroyed away

My immortal beloved
dusk and thick as night
your dark skin and rolling curls
I have sought for centuries...

The flood from your candid form
flows like a river
my eternal beloved
I feel your past pain of mortality...

I sense the warmth and current
of your deep red blood
I hurl and skew my kisses
like crimson roses of fire...

Your hands touch me
light and cold
sending a shiver through me
we shine with the glory of Luna...

Gift me with your lunar smile
you irises, sullen and chaotic
they flash when they hear my sigh
soaring from deep within my gut...

Yes, you my shadow woman
bend your head of black hair
just slightly to one side
drink my blood, heart of hearts...

I will give you everything
and while I'n in agony
you, my love of all loves
draw sustenance from my burning blood...

you can try and try but nothing works
to be so kind but still you hurt
this creature you hide down in the dirt
its so unfair this kind of hurt

theres one thing in this life you learn
the pendulum swings-then you get burned
hoping-hoping for things to change
this lifes a book so turn the page

I try but it makes no sense at all
when time just seems to take it all
moving hands will tick life away
but in the end it doesn't really matter

searching but theres no one around
to wish for things to keep us sound
waiting and waiting for a friendly face
I feel so lost and out of place

you can hurt til the end of time
the words you say can't change your rhyme
you did your best to fit right in
but in the end it doesn't really matter

This is mans heart tis more black than skin,
As midnight is dark, the blackness within.
Under bones and tissue it cannot be hid,
Most wicked the issue, the evil it did.
So the colour seeps thru, the red overcome,
By something much darker, as dead it becomes.
So great the offences, I cannot count ways,
But reasons to shorten its number of days.
Pure evil the thing, 'tis black as a (w)hole,
So black is the soul, even blacker than coal!
J.S.

She went to sleep
closing her eyes
beginning to dream
of broken butterflies
tearing her lovely monarch wings
on faithless love that angels sings...

She finds shiny metal in kitchen sink
in an evening absent light
she finds peace in cuts of pink
watching crimson blood flow feels so right..

Starlight shines upon her tears
I whisper darling, you cannot bleed
all of your suicidal fears
at night when you begin to cry
I'll sing you a lover's lullaby..

My love do not wish that you were dead
dreaming of an absent pulse
laying on silken sheets bleeding red
I will offer love so do not bleed
give me your knife I am all you need...

I am haunted
incapable of escaping you
I would rather be tortured
than lose you...

You the haunted house
your dark ancestors
peer out of the windows
of your haunted eyes
walking in a no-mans land
between life and death
sleeping yet walking...

I will not exorcise you
from my existence
I'd miss your sweet fragrance
the soft sound
of your footsteps to my doorway...

Tonight I lie awake
in this haunting darkness
waiting for the night to end
but your image will not leave
lingering behind my eyes
the haunting begins...

There was a sudden stir in the night
All was not as it seemed
The old man jumped up with fright
To the wail of the white banshee

She came not for him
But for the one he loved the most
She sat on the wall with a grin
As the man turned pale as a ghost

Take me instead he pleaded
For my wife has many years more
I have sinned enough
Its me who should walk through deaths door

The banshee wailed once again
Then suddenly she was gone
The old man felt it in his heart
That something was terribly wrong

Away to the bedroom he sprinted
To find his beloved wife dead
He reached for his pistol
And shot himself in the head

United again in heaven, he thought.
But this wasnt to be the tale
For she was gone to heaven
And sinners go to hell...

'Twas a balmy evening on that village square,
On the path, a little girl she chalked,
A hopscotch grid, for friends to share,
Innocently unaware she was being stalked.

From behind a smoke stained curtain dead eyes stared,
On his warped mind he hatched a lurid plan,
In which a childhood dream would not be spared,
From the wrath of this decrepit evil man.

He placed some money in her little palm,
An invitation to his shop for sweets,
To the monster she did sadly warm,
Fell to the lure of candy coated treats.

The evening shadows moved without a sound,
Passersby were laughing unaware,
Inside her muffled whimperings resound,
A deed most horrid, vile beyond compare.

Shattered she emerged, her smiles not there,
Lost in his disgusting sweaty sheets,
Her story to the world she never shared,
Silence bribed, by a bag of sticky sweets.

Now time has passed and healed, but not as such,
His dirty smell still lingers in her nose,
She scrubbed and scrubbed but can't remove his touch,
Etched sadness on her face, still sorrow shows.

Only memories now of girls at play,
Those woeful songs of grief, she's often sung them,
His sunken bones interred in rotten clay,
In life or death, not one good bone among them !

I left you a message, yet still no reply.
At my funeral you’d cry.
But since I’m alive
You’re only focused on your vibes.
Humans are such selfish creatures.
We seem to focus on each other’s features.
Try to run away from the truth seekers.
Someone always has to assassinate the truth speaker.
Allow the liars to dictate.
Use drugs to escape.
Like botox, we’re fake.
We have an ocean, yet we fish in the lake.
Then wonder how we’re stagnant.
Opposites attract like magnets.
Free will we have it.
Love that we have cars, just hate the traffic.
Satisfied? We never are.
There’s a whole universe, yet we’re focused on the stars.
Like fireflies in a jar
We can light up the world, yet we stay put where we are.

Your last meal
Given do you eat or leave
They will arrive soon
Every sound you hear

Bang of doors turn of key
Voices hear
Foot step approach your last drink
You meal finished

You stand and stir
You tremble
Weak you feel
You lay down

The doors open foot steps approach
The rattle of chains
Your last rights
Door opend
Chains put on

Your lead away
Hood put on
Tied you stand your ground
Noose over hood

Ground opened
Boom your gone