Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,493)

Late night
wide awake
3:30AM
knows all
my secrets...

Perhaps insomnia
is a refuge
my oasis
suffer darkly
as a refugee...

Daybreak hours
onward creep
shred of sleep
all but wavers
in spirit wind...

Tonight beautiful
beckoning bed
did not promise
beautiful dreams
only pillow thoughts...

Reality,
not a place you frequent.
Your life, lived , in a world,
tangled by the webs of lies you weave.
Self gratification,
your only goal.

Poison,
courses through your veins,
keeping, a cold, evil, hard
heart, beating,
If you were to bleed, black,
your blood would be.

Retribution,
will one day, rain upon you,
Onto deaf ears, will your
pleas of forgiveness fall,
Alone, you will plummet,
deservedly,into the furnace of hell.

You traveled the oceans to find me and found yourself instead.
You drank the poison of someone else and thought I'll end up dead.
Go back to where you came from and tell them what ive done.
Tell them i destroyed your life, tell them im the one.

You dig a hole to burry me but the gravestone bares your name.
Your life is slowly falling appart and I am taking blame.
Go back to where you came from while you drown in you missery.
Go on, tell the doctors "look! She's sitting right next to me".

You thought you will get away with it you stupid little man.
you think you will get rid of me come catch me if you can.
So go back to where you came from and kill me with your fists.
No one will believe you ever for I dont exist.

Do you say what you mean,
Or mean what you say?
Is it the same,
Or are you playing games?
What is your aim,
Or are you insane?
What are you looking for,
And why are you still searching over again?

It is not as simple as saying hello,
And why are you taking me for a ride?
Sometimes you don't say more than a few words,
Nor do you ask me any meaningful question!

There's more to it than meet the eyes,
Hidden agenda or a lousy judge of character!
Sometimes it just does not add,
What you say you are looking And saying,
You never give a straight forward reply.

How hard can it be,
When you can decide on various other things!
Like where to go and what to eat,
And yet this is the hardest choice to make.

If you are looking for something specific,
Why just you don't spell it out clearly,
Good esteem,moral and character are just not your cup of tea,
Or else you won't still be single and searching!

A dress won't make you pretty,
A stunning guy won't always make you happy,
And money is not a even a choice,
To secure your dreams of eternal happiness!

Are you alien or plain stupid?
Ask yourself what you really seriously in need,
Power,fortune or overflowing fame,
Is this a love hunt or just demonic flame?

There's a whole world of guys for your picking,
Black,white,pale or whatever in between,
Different height and taste on offer even for me,
And yet I wait coz its not me that is not willing. . .

(Caution this deals with mental health issues)

I sit on my bed
The voices are starting again
They are relentless
They keep screaming at me

I sit and cry uncontrollably
I am all alone
No one to help me
No one to be there for me

I shout "SHUT UP!"
They continue to get worse
I feel like I'm going out of my freaking mind

I get up
I walk toward the kitchen
I grab a bottle of pills...

she wails to your soul,
the comming of pain,
the black fairy appears,
voice of the undead in the darkness,
waiking through my mind,
pierceing my inner most shell,
bringing the death of you,
pure heart turns black,
i slowly open my eyes,
the nightmare begins,
let me see white,
my soul covers my heart in white,
to stop the rot,
saving it in times of darkness,
the shield of protection,
in black its bound to roam this earth.
forever more,
my soul passes the graveyard of life,
passing through fairyland,
colours a blur,
my heart begins to beat,
searching with the eyes of the undead,
my body numb with pain,
a dusting of light appears,
angel rays appear through the cracks,
darkhorse detects the vampires grave,
leaches sucking whats left,
crossing the undead hell a zombie,
i feel my pulse,
theres hope,
darkhorse rears his front legs,
slowly standing on his feet,
the mood changes,
the banshee heads straight to hell,
with the coachman of death on her tail,
rattling passed two ivory coloured headless,
horses,
leading the carriage straight to hell,
dumping the darkness into a bottomless pit,
locked away in the dungeons,
no more to see light,
i found you love,
dark becomes light,
colours everwhere,
my eyes wide open,
my hands outstretched,
raising them high to the heavens,
no more the fool,
the banshee buried deep,
in protection of my heart,
in the hope she wails no more,
far away a distant thought,
some say she lives in the pain ,
not heavens light ,
barred to the darkness,
were she never sleeps

Halloween is the time when children

dress up as witches, gouls and ghosties

to celebrate this special yearly event.


But there was a time in 1790 that it was a

different story, in America and other countries

around that time suspected women and men

of practicing black magic using evil chants and


Spells, and were seeked out by townspeople.

A witch was a woman who loved black cats and

used secret potions had bubbling cauldrens and


Flew around on broomsticks and if caught would be

burned at the stake or summarily drowned by the

leaders of the witch hunters, all this was the lead up


To what we now celebrate as Halloween. Children go

around trick or treating, unaware of the folklore

of the flying witch on her broomstick and evil doings


Children now expect that at midnight witches will make

their appearance during the bewitching hour, flying

across the face of the moon on their broomsticks.

Halloween is really meant to be the night of the Witch.

I saw a murder of crows
Out on the east end of Carol Creek Road
Beneath the vines, amongst the vines
There, my body decomposed
And I made for them a tasty feast
Bothered not by man or beast

I take one step. One back, one forth, but I can't seem to move my feet. Stuck to the earth, can't breathe. The wind it moves, it shakes, it pushes on. I can either push it back or let it carry me away. Somewhere my head it lies, it cries, it feels alive. Only when myself is open can I really close my mind.

And all we see is what glamour seeps beneath. Like water flooding me. But I can not find, a place, a tomb to calm my mind. So I let the ground decide for me. Ill either walk or run or swim.... but I can't trust life with who I am.

Tremble my heart,
follow my lead this way.
Listen to the violins,
before they begin to play.

As the doves cry, in sorrow
& the hogs, grunt at the moon.
They will be waiting for you
In a ditch meant for your tomb

Listen to the mockingbirds
The ruffles of each tree
The lonely dark skyline,
Thats where they will be.

If your looking for love
Please dont look that way
If you want them,
Just as they want you.
Be prepared to dance,
In a gloomy graveyard
Ballroom.

Dont feel sorry for them,
As they dont care for you.
The cruilty of true love,
Is buried in this cemetery
Of doom.

Dont be afraid as yet
Dont walk away
The prayers & angels
Surrounding you
Have saved your life today.