Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,485)

Behind this face, a fractured life
Of bits and pieces colliding
Not one makes sense on it’s own
Put together they create an illusion

A piece scattered here and there
There’s a chance you might identify
Only because it has touched your life
It gives it some semblance of meaning

Think what you will, think what you may
In the end the meaning is different
You can’t understand, nor ever you will
Unless in my shoes you’re walking

An ancient time from a distant past long forgotten,

Where a race of guardians governed the Universe,

A Rebellion shook the very fabric of law and order,

Began from heaven and followed through the modern era,

Brothers against brothers became enemies,

Immortals known as Angels and Demons,

Disobedient to the Lord's commandment,

They became the 'fallen' outcast into another world,

One third of their race turned against their Master,

And followed their fearless leader,

His name unholy in the calling,

Father of lies and Lord of flies,

The Serpent and Dragon,

The morning star and Istar,

The fallen Archangel and Devil,

The one and the only Lusifir!

Innocence was killed today by modern society,
And no one mourned its passing,
though the media covered it around the clock,

Because the children that were the last the last to see it
Never realized what was missing,
And had no idea they should all be in shock

For war is not fought for honor or glory,
And the winner claims a hollow victory,
As any boy of ten will say, absolutely,
This was the theme from Call of Duty

Pornography has changed the way young men see,
And young women are sold the fantasy,
Of the perfect man, the only one for them,
Illusions shattered by continuum.

Courtship and Romance both skipped town,
And Game and Rules both came down,
In bars and clubs and they ran rife,
And made a mockery of love life.

Now money and beauty are the only currency,
And everyday morals clash with liberty,
Is there no more room for decency?
Now Innocence has been killed by society.

I once had life
All around
The hustle and bustle
Crying and laughter
Love peered out
From my windows
And there
On my manicured lawn
They sat
With their picnic
Sharing
All joining in
And then
Slowly
They moved
I fell into disrepair
And now
I sit
Lonely
Neglected
Sad

…And the formless-ones shall ascend
Emanating darkness
‘Vaccuous’ prisms of hunger
Supping on the souls of the spiritless
Imbibing from the chalice of shame
.
To fill the coffers of suffering
The empty-ones tempt the 'lamenters'
Their 'wailings', a chorale
Sweet with the tones of despair
They reap the echoes
.
Wander not into the shadows
Or find the fiends of gloom
Restless and patient servants of misery
Hunting the prize of sorrow
Anchor thy spirit in divine light, lest you see no 'morrow.

And the Son of Morning became the Darkest of Angels
In the fall from grace, despair was the place
That became the realm, that would be 'helmed'
By the daemon of temptation, sapping all elation
From they who bargained for a piece of eternity
Only to succumb to the Aeons of agony

I listen to my poor heart beat,
Sad and slow,
It grows so weak,
Like it just wants to give up,
Alone and tired,
It's had enough,
Seems a transplants what I need,
A cold and hard unfeeling machine,
With circuits wires and batteries,
I'm seeking the toughest that they make,
I need a heart that will not break...

You thought you had the answers
and went ahead and judged,
but faith I have deep in myself-
my point I did not budge.
With acid tongue
you hid from me-
You saw no forest
from the trees.
How simply did I
tell the truth,
profusely you
did lie.
I do not understand the reason.
I cannot even imagine why.
What might have been a super start,
You unraveled and tore apart.
I've no ill will,this tale is done.
You're back to where you've just begun.

Doom and gloom, sadness and depression settle around me like a heavy fog, squeezing the life out of me. Anything good is being forced out and ever more and more I feel like an empty toothpaste tube, nothing left inside.

So here I stand like an old derelict building, deserted by even the rats, waiting for the wrecker’s ball to forge it’s way through my walls. My life crashing around me, scattered pieces at my feet.

I can make out patterns, tell what some of these pieces had been and where they had fitted into my life. Too late, too late these pieces make sense.

As I watch, drops of rain disturb the dusty ground, forming rivulets. The realisation hits me, it is I causing this rain, it is the tears of my sorrow.

Dark knight of Ashen light

Guardian of darkness,
Mount of dragon,
King of dungeon,
House of royal.

Fierce and loyal,
Blood lust warrior,
Messenger of death,
Bane of the holy angels.

Devourer of a thousand demons,
Black magic are nothing to him,
Grandmaster Ashshashin,
Second in command for the hosts of hades!

He battles for the sight of blood,
He lives for the killing of a thousand more,
Might and anger is his ultimate strength,
Nothing can stand in His way,so they say. . . .