Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,493)

The walls are getting higher
The light dimmer, darker
Efforts to reach out, quashed
Your thirst remains, unquenched
Your screams and wails now muffled!

Sunken into a timid sea of despair
Allowed yourself to turn into a slave
To the fear of a cold existence
Lacking in affection, dried up, bare
Killing what's left of sanity and self-esteem

You who once walked the world bravely
Over many chasms of narrow planks
Without fear, insecurity nor regrets
Confident in venturing off your comfort zone
With the love and faith of love ones, buoyed

Self-confidence, self-worth and even faith
They come in not one but innumerable forms
Degree of affection you perceive to receive
Creates in you a feeling of trust or fear
Ain't action speaks louder than voice?

Once lavished, affection poured..
A touch, a look, a voice tinged in none but love
A prince or a princess; you're wanted, worthy, loved!
The very bubble that you thought would last
The very forces that gave Zest in your life!

But when affection gradually is recoiled
When the heat turns into bitter cold
And merry voices flipped sided with eerie silence
Your desperate pleas falling constantly on deaf ears...
Fobbed off, ...what's left there is to hold on?


gtp2013

You have no idea what’s in my mind
While I smile and nod at you
This boiling rage I hide so well
Beneath the manners mild and meek

What you see is only a woman
A woman just like any other
Five foot two and slim of build
And I would say, rather shapely

The secret is that once a year
The beast is let loose to roam
Once she’s out, the blood runs free
Torture her favourite companion

By glint of moon, a slashing blade
The death so slow and painful
Some are dismembered, while still alive
Whilst hearing my demonic laughter

Time running short, dawn nearly here
In the shadow a man is lurking
With glee I cut his member off
And watch him slowly choking

What a night, I feel quite good
Four this year to my tally I add
Soon I’ll be in triple figures
Time for home, my husband waits

Behind this face you have no idea
These thoughts so dark and evil
For another year I’ll keep myself hid
And play this game of deception

Broken people with smiling faces
Cracked sidewalks, crumbling buildings
Desolate winds howling through barren wastelands
Searing hot, this blood red sun baking
All that is beneath it’s rays

And I, my fingers tearing the flesh from my face
Howling my pain, my agony into the nothingness
For what was is no longer
Nor ever will be again
And with that there is nothing left

In my attempts to master my actions,
I get attatched to passions,
Interactions I know will only blacken my soul,
While the world seems whole,
I search for my slice,
Trying to surmise the meaning of life,
In my mind I'm growing short on time,
I must find rest on this endless quest of mine,
Yes find rest...or lay down die and accept death...

I dreamt,
The lonliest, saddest dream,
While I slept,
My heart ran out on me,
It left, it seems,
For greener pastures,
My chest distressed,
The rest a disaster,
In my darkest hour,
With so little light,
I struggle to make it
through one more night,
As I tilt the bottle,
Memories flash,
I swallow the past
as I empty the flask,
I skip to a time,
A wonderful scene,
When there was more
than just "lonely" and "me",
When there was "happy",
And there was "joy",
A time I had "peace",
Like when I was a boy,
Before all the"hurt",
Before "anger" and "pain",
Before "insanity"
came to my brain,
When there was "light",
In this darkest of worlds,
Before there was"love",
Before the "girl"....

It's half past midnight
And I'm alone
In this dreary unlit room
Your words still hanging
On this empty and shadowed wall
Painted in Red and Orange
Our chosen symbol
Of what forever is
But that was before you knew
You're more for Black and Blue
As if to unmask your hidden pains
That crippled our hearts
Throwing all our hopes
Scattered in oblivion
And I'm still so all alone
Waiting
In this dreary unlit room.

Drawing from the spirit of Steve
Crowing each morning
singing to the light
Six million dollar rooster
In bionic terms

I would lift him up all proud
Aged about nine at the time
He was the champion
Lifting stones
Feeding him worms

Followed us like a dog
He was the top rooster in the yard
given to me as a pet
I looked after him
like royalty

One sad day
Home from school
He went missing
Calling for him in the garden
Nowhere to be seen

Mother shouts
Dinner will be ready in five
I asked if she saw Steve
No was the reply
A few minutes later

Called in
Sitting down at the table
To a leg of chicken
Accompanied with chips
Finished eating
My father began
Roaring laughing

When I asked about the rooster
He laughed you just ate
one of his legs
I burst out crying
Trying to get sick
What a monster

Balling out
roaring crying
My mother tried to put her arms
around me
I pushed her away

Horrified at what she done
Sure she cooked him
I could not believe it
Thinking she was always
Very kind to me

I was so sick
could not believe
Just ate my favorite pet
Went to the bed
Cried myself to sleep

No more Steve
Food of thought
Watching out the window
Before sleep

As the dogs ate
The last of him
I still remember fondly
With chips

I see the light
In your darkness
Only now
I crow
In the light

We have to different object of desires.
Appetite for flesh and pleasure
Verses the inquisition for emotional treasure.
You introduced chaos in this palace of ours.
So my question now is “what be the outcome”
Anarchy or will tranquility transpires to quell these turbulent tides?
You mind f*cked me there
I stand in awe here.
Which path to venture?
Do i look up for the circling vulture?
What you ask for, means death
Friendship will take its lasts breath
Your words are a threat
In this game of chess, i find myself in check
Invite me into darkness and i might grow fond of it or worse, come to love it
Forbidden fruit, shall we covet it?
Or do you merely seek to have me dangling on a string and be your puppet?
Curiosity my love will make one venture to live that faith
What if i want to drink your tears, taste your pain and wither away to ashes in the fires of agony?
Show your demons and I’ll show you mine.
This devil in me is not so kind.
I’ll bring a knife to a gun flight.
Breach your defenses and the kill is in my sight.
Regardless if you wear a bullet proof vest.
I’ll enter the hornet’s nest.
Help you greet your end.
Leaving you drenched in crimson my friend.

Sweet dreams of the mind,fantasys never to find. The desperate heart wallows in bareness of empty depth,never daring to be found. Kindness is weakness,love is turnd to lust,plucked clean of everything and left for dust. Leaving a body of empty crust,hollowd out by human lust.

No candle sticks in the Merchants today.
The rural control of the darkest Knights,
That plunder and pillage through my castle.
Stealing,
Goblets, amulets and sword.


Fear, aghasting one to hide in the corner,
Behind the blanket chest.
Blankets of security,
That Mother wtrapped me in as an infant.
Shall now be my hiding curtain,
Against the dark monsters,
That trod my stone floors,
In search of gold.


Liza Mc Beth. 16/1/14.