Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,493)

Faces masked
Costumed figures
Appear
Walking in the dark cold air knocking on doors


With buckets ready
Tricks or treats
These creaturs of the nite
Face painted

Some masked
Vampires fangs bloodied blood dripping
Fangs eager to bite
Zombies creatures of the nite

They give you a fright
Goblins ghosts
Herman monster frankenstien
Six foot tall bolted neck

He's out to scare the kids tonight
Halloween the night
Jason lurks in the shadows
His next victom so watch out

It's "All HALLOW'S EVE",
And do beware,
The wild wolve's HOWL you will hear,


So walk thru the forest and take a chance
Let them stalk you with gleaming eyes and ridged stance,

Blood curdling howels and you will not forget,
A night in the forest as dawn appears.
Will you survive?

A rattle of keys, a floorboard creaks,
Click of a latch, a rusty door hinge squeaks,
A cold wind comes in through a window, up the corridor,
A tendril of green mist creeps,
In through the crack of the part open door,
Day things give way to night things,
It’s time for the bell,
It swings,
It rings,
Rats scurry,
Bats flurry,
As it echoes across the valley,
The hangman once more tallies his tally,
Carves one more notch upon his stick,
The prison clock on Midnight, ticks it’s final tick,
Final plea for forgiveness been plead,
The Preachers final word of prayer has been said,
For one unfortunate, it’s the end of the line,
The Gov’nor checks the clock, gives a nod, it’s time,
The trapdoor opens…..But, the rope doesn’t go taught,
Things don’t go quite as they thought,
For, between a puff of green smoke,
And, the hangman’s disbelieving choke,
All that remained was a pile of her clothes,
Green mist oozing from every stitch,
Turns out, history will record….
She REALLY was a witch!

Stuck in a world where truth has died
darts of lies sting my insides
They burn a hole so deep guts and gore spill to the floor
I pick them up blood oozing between my fingers
Hot and sticky
I may die as I stare in horror
Sinister voices try to lure me
to convince me of truth
coming through gritted slobbering teeth
I feel their darts hit and slither
covered in slime of another lie
cradling my bloody contents
looking through a hazy sludge
trying to find an impregnable force
while the lies turn into an apocalypse
The darts rain from a once blue sky
There is no safe place to hide
If only truth were still alive

Sitting round the camp fire
the men told each other tales
as the night went on each one
became more elaborate by turn

Tales of whoppers that got away
a few night time bed stories
of this and that very lush ladies
they swopped some hunting stories

As the fire started to die down
thoughts turned to spooky things
headless horsemen and the like
chilling in the dead of night

A sharp crack of a branch heard
making them all jump a mile
torchlight shone through the tent
the last of their company now here

He was a born narrator as he told
of the grey wolf that prowled
how the Native Americans said
to hear or see it meant death

Just then as if on cue, a howl
then they realized the narrator
was no longer there, just vanished
into the night air leaving nothing

Spooked they settled for the night
next day in a hurry they packed up
when they got back to the town
they learned the narrator had passed

On his way to join their camp out
he had been hit head on by a truck
and had died at the scene of the crash
his ghost narrated the story last night

joining them for one last time
before departing for the after life
now when ever they hear the howl
a shudder runs down their spines

Mustered with much consideration to determine,
The paradigm that I’m trapped within.
A paradox that lacks ideas of genuine human nature.
Root question: “Who is to blame for this failure?”
Time has revealed the blackness of those souls within my niches.
Ravenously they feast these parasitic leeches
Maybe I am the anomaly in this obscure reality.
I’ve bare witness to countless self-destructing patterns like a star on the verge of demise.
I’m stranded here, my experiments to escape are futile of which I despise.
Surgeons of immorality with wretched scalpels they dissect my humility
Bending me to see if I can break, measuring my elasticity.
My volatility hidden by a cloak, seen a mirage of one so docile.
Venom sits behind these fangs, this viper ever so vile
How long can I hold high the flag of my temperance?
Will I ever the tailor a fabric of my deliverance?
I tread against the current of an estranged tide, denying convergence.
When will I attain divergence?

Like steam from boiling water, this pain rise.
Rain clouds fester in these eyes.
As they burst, falling are droplets of sadness.
Dismal grey paints a color of the absence of happiness
You were made to make me hurt.
Yet with this mistress of misery I can’t cease to flirt.
Curse be this love, with every wound you carve I bleed.
I refuse to take refuge and before you I kneel.to your every need.
But for you, this agony of mine and the sum of my fears,
I will hide behind these silent tears.

Forced into womanhood at 12
betrayed by those you trusted
abused daily mentally and physically
forced to sleep in the animal shed
Your escape was short-lived
being captured and returned
to your tormentors

In the mountains
the cruel knife passed
on your innocent face
No, Aisha
that is not cold water
in your nose
It is your blood
your nose is gone
and so are your ears

Your tormentors have gone away
and left you alone to die
But you refused to lay down
and die
With your defiant spirit
you crawled down the mountain
to those who cared
and protected you
and helped you to a new life
away from the evil unjust system
you inherited by birth

What was your crime
to be dealt such cruelty?

This is a spoiler alert
If you don't want to know what is in the new movie
Then stop here and wait till after you see Carrie
Here are some differences in the new movie I saw
Let me know if I missed any

1. No nudity
2. The use of cell phones and the internet
3. Carrie plays with her telekinesis at school
4. The boy who gets thrown from his bike puts his face up to the
car window and makes faces first.
5. Carrie breaks a window and a glass water cooler
6. Carrie shuts her mom up and lifts her up and puts her in the
closet with her telekinesis
7. Carrie arrives to the prom in a limo
8. Carrie spares the gym teacher
9. Carrie flys through the air
10. Carrie makes the road shatter toward the car of the bully
11. Carrie plays with the bully before exploding the car
12. The girl bully cuts the pig's throat
13 The boyfriend of the bully dies first after Carrie stops the car
14. Carrie burns in hell is painted over her tombstone

They're all gonna laugh at you!
That's what my crazy religious mother said
She was right
Now they are dead
Why didn't they treat me nice?
So what if I was shy?
If they would have been my friends
I wouldn't have had to make them die
I have telekenetic powers
I can move objects with my mind
I went up on the that stage
And what did I find?
A prank
A bucket of pig's blood
They tricked me
That mean girl and John Travolta
So here I am
Buried in this house of rubble with my impaled mother
I just wanted to belong
Oh, why bother!